"Great, rich people are cloning themselves now." Alan commented, holding a bottle of beer as we all settled in the living room.

"He's my twin." Harry retorted for the fifth time, his face etched with irritation as he looked at Arlo who was on the only sitting on the couch across from everyone else.

"That's what he wants you to think." Ethan whispered to Alan, subtly leaning closer as Alan nodded in a agreement, the two men sending Arlo suspicious stares.

"What are you doing here anyways?" Polly asked with a tone of familiarity, already knowing about Harry's brother as Arlo leaned back into the sofa, arms spread out on the back of the cushions.

"I've been drifting around, decided to take a little break and return home to catch some good inspiration. But then I remembered I still got the keys to your beach house so I thought I'd crash for a few days, hope I'm not intruding-"

"Uh, you kinda are." Harry remarked with a "duh" tone before Polly intervened.

"You're welcome here anytime you want." Polly reassured with a smile, much to Harry's distaste as Arlo gave her a grateful grin.

"Why were you and Ron kissing." Harry and Alan both asked in unison, causing the the interrogators to pause and look at one another for a moment before directing their stares back at the hipster.

"She offered me a morning kiss and I gratefully took it from the pretty girl. Thank you." Arlo explained before turning his attention to me, clasping his hands together like a prayer before bowing humbly and thanking me with a dimpled smile.

"What do you have to say for yourself." Harry said, pointing his glare at me as I looked up at him from the couch.

A small, uncontrollable smile spread across my face.

"He thinks I'm pretty." I said with a dazed grin, placing my hands over my cheeks before connecting eyes with Arlo who gave me a genuine smile.

Harry watched this little display, looking like he was mentally considering whether or not to beat someone to death with the tennis racket in his hand.

"Well she's gone." Ethan piped up.

"Don't blame her you guys, Arlo just has that charm to him when you see him." Polly defended.

Ethan snapped his gaze to her.

He then proceeded to place his large tattooed hand over his girlfriend's eyes.

"Don't look at him." Ethan requested in a protective tone.

"Why are you even taking a break again? Thought you were doing the whole traveling around the world to promote peace and music or whatever." Harry scoffed, shifting his weight on one foot and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have the worst writer's block right now. Thought I could get some inspiration from my roots, where I started you know." Arlo said with a faraway look.

"Great, mum lives on Creek Boulevard and you can go back into her womb to get some inspiration if you'd like." Harry said with a serious look.

"Little bro, always so funny." Arlo laughed.

"Stop calling me little bro, we are literally only one fucking minute apart." His preppy twin snapped.

"Ah, and what a peaceful minute that was." Arlo sighed.

"Wait, wait, so you write?" Alan suddenly asked.

"Oh yeah, music mostly but I dabble in poetry too. Whatever comes to me really, just go with the flow kinda deal."

"You're a musician?" I spoke up.

"I'd like to call myself a musical connection. My style has a more like, unique and earthy tone to it you know, mainstream really isn't my style. Record labels will murder your soul, they just work for the man, not for the people." Arlo passionately said, placing his hand over his heart with a mournful look.

"Oh, play us one of your new songs!" Polly requested, eyes still covered by Ethan's hand.

"Don't encourage him." Harry's voice held a tone of betrayal and irritation.

"Yeah, I could play a few chords." Arlo cooly nodded, taking out his guitar that I hadn't seen before.

"Aw can I look now." Polly said while Ethan shielded her vision.

"Like hell you can, the guy's about to take out a guitar and play it -that's like ten times more charming. Here, look at my callouses." Ethan insisted, shaking his palm in front of Polly's eyes as she sighed.

"So is no one going to even ask where that guitar came from." Harry seethed.

"Thing is, my new song has this like eighty's, really chill vibe to it. It still has a long way to go but it's called Sign of the Times." Arlo readjusted his fedora, shifting on the couch and tuning his guitar as we all leaned forward with interest, aside from Harry who still had his arms crossed over his chest like a spoiled child.

With all the attention on him, Arlo ran the pad of his fingers over the chords of the instrument before strumming it two times, the notes ringing in the air.

He then stopped, looking up at us with an expectant, dimpled, smile.

"He only played two strings, what an idiot-"

"That was genius." Ethan gaped in admiration, even dropping his hand from Polly's wide, awe struck eyes.

"Okay now that was just impressive." I shook my head in disbelief, clapping my hands as everyone began to applaud, making a modest smile spread over Arlo's face as Harry gawked at us.

"He just strummed the guitar once! Even I can do that!" Harry exclaimed in exasperation.

"Your music really speaks to me man." Alan complimented.

"Oh come on not you too!"

"Really appreciate that, I'm really trying to convey the emotions you know," Arlo said, putting his guitar down.

"Yeah, I felt those emotions." Alan agreed.

"With what! Those two notes! What emotions would you feel?" Harry was still spazzing somewhere in the back as we all surrounded Arlo with intrigued smiles.

"I'll burn some cd's for you guys when I'm finished with the final product." Arlo grinned with pride as we all nodded and thanked him while Harry muttered a small, bitter "who even uses CD's anymore" behind us.

"How long you staying here?" Ethan asked.

"Not long. Kick him out of your beach house Polly." Harry fumed.

"But Harry-"

"Friendship code! Pick your friend's side first!" He pointed at her, causing her to sigh before she looked at Arlo.

"I'm sorry." She apologized in shame.

"No sweat, I backpacked here so I've only got a few things. Plus I bought like this really cool tent and air mattress so I'll be fine." Arlo reassured her with an easygoing tone.

"You can come and stay at my place if you want." I suddenly offered, not minding as every head turned to me.

Harry's jaw dropped.

"Woah, that would be much appreciated." Arlo blinked before nodding, rising from the couch to walk over to me and grab my hand, his hands sandwiching my small one in a grateful gesture as he smiled at me.

Harry opened his mouth to speak.

"Uh, no. Can't pull the friend card on me since we're not that close." I kept my gaze on Arlo but raised my pointer finger to shut Harry up.

"I saved your life! You owe me, I'm like your lord and savior now." He scoffed.

"If that was the case I'm your lord and savior too since I saved you when you were flailing on top of your orange Ferrari." I reminded him before pausing in thought.

"Oh and the repairs are all finished by the way, you can come pick it up some time next week whenever you're free." I told him, looking up at Harry while Arlo was still holding my hand.

"You know what this conversation kind of reminds me of," Arlo spoke up with a thoughtful expression as we turned to him.

"That you're not part of it-"

"The circle of life." Arlo said in a hushed voice, cutting Harry off.

Harry rubbed his face in frustration.

           Having Arlo in my apartment wasn't bad, in fact it kind of reminded me of having a really laid back, shaggy Labradoodle around the place.

I remember when he first came in, he was looking around the room with a slow nod of approval, commenting how I had an amazing feng shui going on and that the chakra in the room was perfect.

"When I die, I want to be like, cremated and then have my ashes mixed with fertilizer, and then be reborn into a tree." Arlo said, laying on the air mattress in my living room, head up to the ceiling as he tuned his guitar.

"I'll make sure to water you daily." I said absentmindedly, doing the bills on the floor as he raised his head to smile at me.

"You're a good person." He said as I gave him an amused look before grabbing my calculator.

"I'm gonna get some more coffee, want some?" I asked, rising from the ground.

"Please and thank you, straight black coffee if that's alright." He said, looking at me upside down since he was still sprawled across the mattress as I nodded, turning to leave with my empty mug.

"Oh Ron, by the way, you look really good in that shirt." He complimented, eyeing the large Amy Winehouse top I was wearing as I smiled.

I crouched to his lowered height, hands on my knees.

"You look pretty good down here too." I told him, making him send me a lopsided grin as I stood up before he blinked, his eyes widening as if enlightened before he sat his lanky body up almost instantly.

"You look pretty good down here... I like that." He mumbled to himself with a dazed smile, taking the pencil that was tucked behind his ear, quickly scrawling something down in his lyric journal as I watched him from the kitchen, making our drinks.

Holding the cups of hot coffee, there was a sudden knock at the door, making me do a small U-turn to the front door, trying to balance the drinks in one hand by the handles and opening it.

Harry stood at my front door, wearing a white knitted sweater over a buttoned shirt and tie with mint colored shorts that seemed to contrast with his dark, brooding expression.

"Hey, didn't know you were coming today." I said, now holding the cups with two hands.

"You said I could come to pick my Ferrari up whenever I was free. I'm free- are you not wearing any pants." His eyes were suddenly glued to my legs, making me purse my lips and raise my arms high, lifting my shirt slightly to show the pair of shorts I was wearing beneath them.

"Come in, I'll go get ready and drive you to the shop."

I heard him let out a small breath before the sound of the door clicked shut behind me while I walked into the living room.

"Ron is wearing a really cool shirt, oh she's gonna water me when I'm mixed with dirt," Arlo was busy making up a quick song like he always did, strumming his guitar with a catchy tune before looking up and smiling at me as I handed him his coffee.

Surprisingly, Harry was too busy checking out my apartment to make any snarky remark towards his brother and I.

It was Harry's first time stepping into my home and he looked more than out of place in his ironed, crisp clean brand name clothes, surrounded by the clutter of chaos I had going around, with stacks of bills and coupons, mismatched couch pillows, and random bras hanging from old furnitures.

"This is kind of cool, I didn't know you had a little lounge area in front of your place." He said, looking around with a curious expression.

"This isn't the lounge area, this is my apartment." I laughed with a hair band between my teeth, placing my mug down to tie my black, untamed hair back.

"Really?" Harry blinked with wide eyes, a look of horror taking over his features as he gazed at everything while I nodded.

"But my closet is bigger than this." He frowned, still in disbelief as Arlo and I exchanged grins.

"I'm going to get ready." I announced, walking passed Harry, handing my mug of coffee in his hold as he followed me.

"How are we already in your room, that was like five steps." Harry blurred out in awe, his head almost touching the top of the doorframe making him slouch a little as I took off my shorts.

"Three more steps and we would've been in the kitchen." I told him, slipping on a pair of jeans as he peered at my room, sipping from my coffee and gingerly touching my items on my nightstand.

"You ready?" I ironically asked him as I shrugged on an oversized bomber jacket while Harry looked around, as if walking around a museum.

"I've never been in your room before." He said, almost to himself, grabbing a worn out teddy bear, squeezing it in his hand making it squeak before something caught his attention.

"Who's this?" He asked, holding a picture frame of a small, seven year old boy with a bright smile.

"My nephew." I proudly stated, grabbing my keys, patiently waiting for Harry who grinned, putting the frame back on my nightstand.

"He's cute." He complimented as I thanked him, the two of us walking out of my room and heading for the door.

"See you Arlo." I said my goodbye, hand on the doorknob before the flannel wearing man walked over.

"Alright, let me just collect my morning kiss," He smiled, framing my face with his hands as he leaned forward, both of our eyes closing before Harry cut in, grabbing Arlo's face and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"There's your morning kiss, let's go Ron." Harry bitterly remarked, flashing his brother a fake smile before practically shoving me out the door.

When we were in the hallway Harry made a show of shuddering in disgust, mouth turned down as he wiped at his lips in revulsion while I eyed him.

"What." He said, glaring at me.

I looked away with a small smile.

"Nothing."

         "I am not riding that." Harry scoffed when I showed him my ride.

"Well I don't have a car so it's either this or walking, and the shop is pretty far on foot." I  explained, already getting on my motorcycle.

Harry made a sort of whiny noise from the back of his throat.

"Come on, I've got two helmets." I tempted, holding the black helmet which was mine and one of my very old helmets that was in hot pink with sunflower stickers on it.

Harry reached for the black one.

I gave him the pink one instead as he scowled.

"I just got these shorts." He complained to himself, settling behind me as I leaned forward, placing my hands on the handles.

"Hold on." I advised, starting the engine before I paused.

Harry had placed his hands over my boobs.

"I meant my waist." I told him with a turn of my head.

"Well next time be a bit more specific." He remarked as if it was my fault before he dropped his large hands to my waist.

"You have to hold on tighter if you don't wanna fall-"

"Yeah, yeah, let's skip the whole bullshit with you telling me to hold tighter and then I say no and then you start the motorcycle only for me to get scared and hug you alright." Harry waved me off as I let out an amused chuckle.

"Alright then." I said, starting the motorcycle and driving off with Harry holding onto my waist behind me in his pink, sunflower stickered helmet.

And somewhere along the drive, his large hands managed to find their way back on my chest.