Conor's Point Of View

I woke up, to my phone going mad.

It was Mandy, telling me that she is going to be at my house in about 10 minutes and she's going to hit me if I'm not ready.

I don't reply I just get dressed, into a black leather bomber jacket, grey shirt, white superstars and black ripped jeans.

Then I make some toast, for myself and Jack comes through.

"Stop singing... It's too early." Jack groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"No it's not, Mandy is going to be here!" I squeal.

"Wait, what?" He says, looking more lively. I just nod and he runs into his bedroom.

Me scoffing while spreading butter onto my toast, I get onto the couch and eat my toast.

Just as I was putting my plate in the sink the door went and Jack ran to it, quickly checking himself in the mirror.

"You dirty player." I muttered to myself.

I looked to the door to see Mandy wearing a outfit similar to mine.

"Hello, my fellow twin!" I shout from the kitchen while cleaning my plate.

"Hi Mandy, I'm Jack." I could hear Jack saying in his 'flirtatious' voice.

All I'm saying is keep that to yourself?

"Hi Jack, I'm Mandy. Conor has told me a lot about you." She said, laughing at the end because we both know what I told her.

Then she walked in and over to me, squeezing me in a hug. I hugged her back and smirked at Jack who was looking quite embarrassed.

Me and Mandy just laughed at him.

He didn't look very happy.

"Aw... Jack, don't be sad." Mandy said, giving him a hug.

His face slightly lit up.