You feel... Anger, shock... Confusion?

Isabella wouldn't believe a word you say even if you sent her screenshots of your conversations with them. You can't even believe it either.

You sit flabbergasted on the edge of a bed of some random person. In a dorm party hosted by one of these men's friends—music blaring, a strange stain on the carpet, and red cups and trash littered everywhere— the guy on your left, rubbed the back of his head quietly, glancing at the other beside him.

He cocks his head to your directions subtly, his eyes signaling to the other man. His hands drifted into his pockets, "so... You really didn't know we were the same person?"

You blink, staring at them.

Fuck.

They really aren't the same person, huh? You weren't just going crazy right?

They both have snow white messy hair, those piercing blue eyes, the stature. Though, the one standing on the right actually dresses like he belongs in one of those douche frat parties only certain girls with certain bodies count are allowed to enter.

"Well, no, " you say a bit too defensively, because no one would believe she didn't know they are actually twins and not the same person, she has been too busy surviving med school to really focus on her social life. This must be the consequence, "I just thought... You had a wide range of styles of... Wardrobe?"

The men look at each other, the one on the left set his red cup on top of a dresser, "seriously? I thought you were freaky, to be honest," he says lightly, sitting down beside you. The spring bed bounced a bit as he does, he leans and settles his arms on his leg and rests his head there while still looking at you.

"Yeah, messing with both of us at the same time" the other chimed, a light chuckle leaving his lips. The comments make you flush red, "why didn't you say anything about it?" You question defensively, "why didn't you tell me you weren't the same person and... And—"

"—Had both of us?"

You flush deeper. Wanting to retreat within yourself.

The man beside you clicked his tongue, "hey, now. Be nice. As they said, they didn't know any better."

"But I really didn't know any better! " You insisted, standing up hastily, your hands instinctively smoothen your skirt. But freezing as you see the one with that damned chain, stare at where your hands are watching your move, "seriously—"

"Okay, now so you... Had... Both of us," the one with the glasses interrupts before you could say anything, "well, not that I am particularly bothered by it." He continues

"Mm. Well... " The other said, "maybe you telling me how good my brother's performance while mistaking me to be him was a bit..."

You smack him immediately on his arm. Hissing at him to shut it, while the other sitting down sat amused—the other being the one clearly discussed—curved up his lips slightly.

"W-just why didn't you tell me you weren't the same person?" You say, the one with the chains shrugged his shoulders, "well, we didn't want to embarrass you—who by the way, always approached me in public—i would never embarrass a lady in front of others like that."

" Besides, " the other continues, combing a hand over his white messy hair, before fixing his grey hoodie, " most importantly, we did not know you didn't know we were twins.

The other nods, crossing his arms across his chest, "we are kind of famous around here. It's surprising you never heard from us at all."

You sigh, "well, I wasn't really interested in these types of things," gesturing to the messy room around them, "and... I was just having an attempt to be more adventurous"

The twin with the crossed arms, snorted leaning forward a bit, " this... It's an adventure for you? Are you also the type to actually think motorcycles are dangerous?" Then again, the other twin clicks his tongue.

"Well, just—you two didn't tell me either so it isn't entirely my fault." You insisted, running the logic in your head a dozen times.

The two just smiled, " well, at least the cat's out of the bag? " The chains guy shrugs with an infuriating smile.