The Rock Star Trilogy 01 - Jaded

minutes? But neither of us say a word.
    Bridgett is my identical twin . And if we were wearing the same clothes, I could swear that I was looking in a mirror. I'm even sure that our shocked expressions match.
    “ Whoa,” I hear the little girl say, breaking our trance.
    Bridgett looks at the little girl, then at me. “Can I help you?” she says.
    I still can't get over her voice. “I'm Scarlett Ryan,” I say. “And I think... we're... sisters... twins...”
    She steps closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine. She has a determined look, and I can tell she's going to challenge me. I don't blame her. I didn't believe it, at least not until I saw her. Now, there is no doubting it. “When were you born?”
    “ July twenty seventh. I'm 19 years old,” I answer.
    “ Scarlett Ryan...” she says my name.
    I have to ask. “Do you know who I am?”
    She half laughs. “ Everybody knows who you are. You're a rock star. And we can't be sisters. It's just a coincidence. The birthday, and the face...”
    “ Were you adopted?” I ask her.
    “ Yes,” she answers. “My parent's couldn't have children... Or at least not until Natalee came along.”
    The little girl is still staring at the both of us.
    “ Natalee,” Bridgett looks at the little girl, “why don't you go play in your room for a little bit.”
    The little girl complains, but she does what Bridgett says.
    “ Let's go to my room...” she says, and I follow her.
    We go down the long hallway. There are a ton of pictures of her on the walls. I look at all of them, amazed at how identical we are. She even cuts and styles her hair the same. Her room is the last room on the left.
    Bridgett's room is very... girly. It's pink, which must be another thing that we have in common. But one wall is a bookshelf, and books are lined from the top to the bottom.
    “ Have you read them all?” I ask, motioning to the bookshelf.
    “ Yes,” she smiles. “Do you like to read?”
    “ No,” I laugh. “Do you play music?”
    “ Definitely not,” she says, biting her lip. “Are we really twins?”
    I nod. “Yes.”
    “ How did you find me? Did you know about me?”
    “ Actually, I had no clue you existed until about 7am this morning. I hired a private investigator to find my sister, Stacy, and instead, he found you,” I explain.
    “ This is crazy right? I mean, why were we separated? Do you know who our birth parents are?” She asks the questions that I myself am longing to know.
    “ I don't know, but I intend to find out.” I ask the one question I'm dying to find out. “So, if you've seen me on TV, why haven't you tried to find me?”
    Bridgett looks a little sad. “I wasn't sure if we were twins, and I didn't even know how to start looking for you.”
    Really, I don't care. All that matters is that I found her now.

    6:00 pm
    Twins?

    Andrew left earlier. I told him that I would call a car service when I was ready to leave. He was going to go home and continue looking for Stacy. I also asked him to look into my adoption, and see if he could find out who our birth parents are.
    Bridgett and me spend the rest of the afternoon in her bedroom, just talking. I find out that she is in college at Clemson University, and she's home for the weekend. She says she has a good life, but now she's very unsure what she wants... Which is much like me.
    As we talk, I feel as though we have known each other our whole lives. She already feels like my sister . And now that I've found her, I don't want to ever be away from her.
    I find out that she's only had one boyfriend her whole life, and all she ever did was kiss him. The guy she dated was a preacher's son. I can't help but gasp.
    “ Scarlett Ryan's twin sister is a virgin ?” I shake my head. “We really are a lot different.”
    She laughs. “Well, I may have gotten the brains, but you got the personality and talent. I don't know how to talk to guys. I always get tongue tied and end up making a fool out of myself.”
    “ We clearly need each other,” I smile, a little sadly. “I can't believe I've been without you nineteen years.”
    “ Me either,” she agrees. “I wish I could go with you to Florida...”
    I can't help but be excited at the idea. “Why don't you?”
    She looks at me. “I can't. I have a future. College...”
    “ So transfer...”
    “ I can't transfer in the middle of the semester,” she protests.
    “ Then take a break!”
    She thinks for a minute. “You know, I am kind of overwhelmed