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!You cannot wait to leave... As a 17 (soon to be 18) year old senior, you are anxiously awaiting for the day you graduate, pack your bags, and ditch Sunnyview, the sleepy, incredibly boring, town that you have grown up in all your life. It has been your dream for as long as you can remember—sometimes you can almost taste freedom on your tongue, so close yet so far away. But one day, all of that changes when the filming for a movie is announced near your hometown. Not only is it a Stephen Zuckerberg, but it stars the recent award-winning actor Taylor Victory. Their presence stirs great interest and excitement in your small town. You did not care much about the actor beyond your keen interest in Stephen Zuckerberg movies, or at least, you thought you did not. Until you have a chance encounter with the one and only Taylor Victory, and you notice the eerie facial similarities you share with them. Thus, a deal is struck between you. You will swap places with each other—Taylor will experience a normal week of high school as you, and you will live the life of an actor in their place. Plus, their offer of money doesn't quite hurt, and with it you would have enough to leave Sunnyview. Oh, how little did you realize how much trouble you were about to get yourself into. <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div> //Swapped// is a slice-of-life interactive fiction game that contains sensitive content such as violence, language, bullying, depression + depictions of other mental illnesses, manipulation, and more may be announced as the game continues to be developed. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.</center> <ul> <li>[[Play Episode 1: Just Another Friday.|ch1pg1]]</li> <li>[[Jump to the Character Quickstart Menu to skip to Episode 2.|MC Jumpstart]]</li> <li>[[A Guide on How To Play Interactive Fiction (Click here if you are a beginner to choose-your-own-adventure stories!)|intro1]]</li></ul>

[[Diary]] [[Achievements]] [[Credits]]

<<if hasVisited("ch2pg1")>><div class="nameDisplay">$name <<if$nickname != $name>>"$nickname"<</if>> $lastname</div> You are a young seventeen year old <<if $gender == "person">>teen<<elseif $gender == "male">>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>> who uses $heshe/$himher pronouns. <<if $trans is true>>Though you have not always been this way, you have finally reached that point in life where you feel comfortable in your own skin. Your parents don't know about this change, however. And you aren't sure if you ever are going to.<</if>> !Looks Hair: Has $haircut, $hairstyle, $haircolor hair Eyes: <<print $eyecolor.toUpperFirst()>> Skin tone: <<print $skintone.toUpperFirst()>> Makeup: <<if $makeup == "no">>Does not wear it<<elseif $makeup == "yes">>Does wear it<<else>>Usually will wear it<<endif>> Glasses: <<if $glasses is true>>Wears them<<else>>Does not wear them<<endif>> Outfit: <<print $outfit.toUpperFirst()>> Height: <<print $height.toUpperFirst()>> !Hobbies and Useful Skills <<if hasVisited('ch2pg4')>><<if $musicalExperience == "roles">>You were part of the theater department and had roles in previous shows. Not big ones, though.<<elseif $musicalExperience == "crew">>You were part of the theater department as part of the backstage crew. You've seen your classmates perform, but never were part of it.<<elseif $musicalExperience == "seen">>While you have never participated in your school's theater productions before, you have gone and seen some.<<else>>None so far...<<endif>><<else>>None so far...<<endif>> !Miscellaneous <<if hasVisited('ch2pg22rewrite')>>Your handwriting style is $handwriting. <<if hasVisited('ch2pg23')>><<if $dietaryRestrict == "none">>You do not have any dietary restrictions.<<else>>You are a $dietaryRestrict.<<endif>><</if>><<else>>Currently nothing for now...<<endif>> <center>[[Relationships.|Relationships]]</center> <center>[[Inventory.|Inventory]]</center> <center>[[Info on People.|Info on People]]</center><<else>>Your diary is locked. Check back again later. <<endif>> <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

!Credits ⟳ -- Directed, written, and produced by Aurelia Lim ⟳ -- Created using Twine Sugarcube 2.36.1 ⟳ -- The Message macro was taken from <a href="https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2/blob/master/docs/message-macro.md">ChapelR's Custom Macros for Sugarcube 2</a> on Github. ⟳ -- The Notify macro was also taken from <a href = "https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2/blob/master/docs/notify-macro.md">ChapelR's Custom Macros for Sugarcube 2</a> on Github. ⟳ -- The Playtime System code is from <a href="https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2/blob/master/docs/playtime-system.md">ChapelR's Custom Macros for Sugarcube 2</a> on Github. ⟳ -- The Liveblock and Update macros were taken from <a href = "https://github.com/cyrusfirheir/cycy-wrote-custom-macros/blob/master/live-update/README.md">Cycy's Custom Macros</a> on Github. ⟳ -- The Fading macro was taken from <a href = "https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2/blob/master/docs/fading-macros.md">ChapelR's Custom Macros for Sugarcube 2</a> on Github. ⟳ -- The Saved Achievements was only possible thanks to a <a href = "https://www.reddit.com/r/twinegames/comments/198yctc/how_do_i_do_achievements_in_the_game/">Reddit post</a> I found on it. <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

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<<fadein 5s>>!Episode 1: Just Another Friday !!!"There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done: school and prison." -- William Glasser You wake up to the blaring noise of two alarms going off at the same time--one on your phone by the closest nightstand, and the other across the room. One beeps every other second, while the other is the standard bell chime you never bothered to change. Neither one will stop until you move. <ul> <li>[[Really? Do you have to?|ch1pg2]]</li> <li>[[If only there was a way to shut it off using your mind...|ch1pg2]]</li> <li>[[You could try to sleep through it?|ch1pg2sleep]]</li> <li>[[There is no point lying in bed. If you get up, it will shut up. Problem solved.|ch1pg2]]</li> <li>[[You are already awake, jeez...goddamnit, FINE, you're getting up!|ch1pg2]]</li> </ul><</fadein>>

Seeing there is no other option other than to get up, you groan and reach out for your phone, the closer alarm. The air is chilly, as most mornings are, sending goosebumps down your arm. <<cycle "$glasses" autoselect>><<option "⟳ During your search, you locate your glasses and quickly put them on. With them on, you are able to find your phone faster." true>><<option "⟳ During your search, your hand bumps into the device, knocking it off the table. Had you not caught your phone before it hit the ground...yeah, you don't want to imagine what could have happened." false>><</cycle>> As soon as you tap the stop button, your lockscreen floods with text messages from various apps and people, including at least ten from your best friend in all caps. You can read those later. The time has your attention instead. A curse slips as you hurry to turn off the alarm clock across the room, nearly tripping over a wooden box in your haste. Yet another thing you have to put away later. At this moment, it does not matter. [[Not when you are running late for school.|ch1pg3]]

You try to close your eyes, tuning out the sound by focusing on your thoughts, and for a moment it seems like it might actually work... Until the noise increases by tenfold. You are not quite sure how //that// could happen, but regardless, it seems like the fates do not plan on letting you snooze your alarm like you did on the first day of school. And frankly, you do not want a repeat lecture by your homeroom teacher on the importance of being on time. Seeing there is no other option other than to get up, you groan and reach out for your phone, the closer alarm. The air is chilly, as most mornings are, sending goosebumps down your arm. <<cycle "$glasses" autoselect>><<option "⟳ During your search, you locate your glasses and quickly put them on. With them on, you are able to find your phone faster." true>><<option "⟳ During your search, your hand bumps into the device, knocking it off the table. Had you not caught your phone before it hit the ground...yeah, you don't want to imagine what could have happened." false>><</cycle>> As soon as you tap the stop button, your lockscreen floods with text messages from various apps and people, including at least ten from your best friend in all caps. You can read those later. The time has your attention instead. A curse slips as you hurry to turn off the alarm clock across the room, nearly tripping over a wooden box in your haste. Yet another thing you have to put away later. At this moment, it does not matter. [[Not when you are running late for school.|ch1pg3]]

As you are getting ready, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You take in your <<cycle "$haircut" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ buzzed" "buzzed">> <<option "⟳ short" "short">> <<option "⟳ chin-length" "chin-length">> <<option "⟳ shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "⟳ mid-length" "mid-length">> <<option "⟳ long" "long">> <<option "⟳ very long" "very long">> <</cycle>>, <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ straight" "straight">> <<option "⟳ wavy" "wavy">> <<option "⟳ curly" "curly">> <<option "⟳ coily" "coily">> <<option "⟳ dreadlocks-styled" "dreadlocks">> <<option "⟳ cornrows-styled" "cornrows">> <</cycle>> hair. The <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ black" "black">> <<option "⟳ dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "⟳ chestnut brown" "chestnut brown">> <<option "⟳ light brown" "light brown">> <<option "⟳ auburn" "auburn">> <<option "⟳ ginger" "ginger">> <<option "⟳ strawberry blonde" "strawberry blonde">> <<option "⟳ dirty blonde" "dirty blonde">> <<option "⟳ golden blonde" "golden blonde">> <<option "⟳ platinum blonde" "platinum blonde">> <<option "⟳ ash blonde" "ash blonde">> <</cycle>> color of it, inherited from your father, shines brightly thanks to the sun emitting through your window. If you squint at your reflection hard enough, the bags underneath your <<cycle "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ black" "black">> <<option "⟳ brown" "brown">> <<option "⟳ blue" "blue">> <<option "⟳ green" "green">> <<option "⟳ gray" "gray">> <<option "⟳ hazel" "hazel">> <<option "⟳ amber" "amber">> <</cycle>> eyes stand out, darker than usual. You really should not have stayed up last night, but it is a hard habit to break once it begins. Plus, you had your reasons for going to sleep late...like doing your homework at the last minute. Even your <<cycle "$skintone" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ pale" "pale">> <<option "⟳ peach" "peach">> <<option "⟳ fair" "fair">> <<option "⟳ olive" "olive">> <<option "⟳ tan" "tan">> <<option "⟳ bronze" "bronze">> <<option "⟳ light brown" "light brown">> <<option "⟳ dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "⟳ ebony" "ebony">> <</cycle>> skin looks worse for wear. You have seen better days, but unfortunately today is not one of them. Fridays may be your favorite day of the week, but today is not one of those good Fridays. Alas, there's nothing you can do about your haggard appearance in such a short time.The clock is ticking, and you cannot afford to pause everything to properly fix yourself--not like you can change certain things about yourself, anyway. Which brings you to the question: do you put on makeup? <ul> <li>[[Of course! You have time. You think. Maybe.|ch1pg4][$makeup to "yes"]]</li> <li>[[You would, but there is not enough time.|ch1pg4][$makeup to "sometimes"]]</li> <li>[[No; you never put on makeup, anyway.|ch1pg4][$makeup to "no"]]</li> </ul>

!Swapped Variables: In Order of Appearance ★ $glasses -- determines if the player wears glasses or not ★ $haircut -- this variable determines the player's hair length ★ $hairstyle -- determines what type of hair player will have ★ $haircolor -- the color of the player's hair ★ $eyecolor -- the color of the player's eyes ★ $skintone -- this determines what color skin player has ★ $makeup -- if true, then player does wear make up or occasionally. else, the player does not wear make up ★ $outfit -- what style of clothes the player wears ★ $gender -- the gender of the player, depending on what they picked ★ $heshe, $himher, $hisher, $hishers, $self, $s, $isare, $plural -- these are all codes for the player that go into the programming of their pronouns depending on what gender they select ★ $trans -- this tag is going to be very important, as it will be discussed later on. what is going to happen is that if it is true, then it will check for either trans man, trans woman, or nonbinary ★ $pollenAllergy -- determines whether or not the player is allergic to pollen ★ $mname, $mheshe, $mhimher, $mhisher, $mhishers, $mself, $mgender -- these are all codes for Maxie Yang since they are going to be the one introduced in the game first ★ $height -- this declares how tall or short the player is ★ $name -- the player's name. obviously ★ $deadName -- specifically for some whose originally given names at birth do not align with who they are now ★ $nameShort -- this is a variable that determines whether or not the player's character's nickname is a shortened version of their actual name, though this variable may end up not being used since it is not at all mentioned in the MC jumpstart since it would be nearly impossible to use it ★ $nickname -- the player's nickname, if they have one. otherwise, the nickname will be set equal to $name ★ $kheshe, $khimher, $khisher, $khishers, $kself, $kgender -- these are all codes for Kelsey Lovelock since they are going to be the second one introduced in the game ★ $kDoodle -- this variable determines whether or not the player has doodled Kelsey in their notebook if they have expressed romantic interest in Kelsey. this will affect certain gameplay in the future and may or may not be referenced in the future ★ $KKbreakup -- determines whether or not Kelsey and Karen will break up or not. decided that over time, it will probably take them a minimum of 5 points before they are pushed to breaking up. there will be more than just 5 opportunities to obtain these points ★ drink1, $food1 -- just some random filler variable names for content ★ $lastname -- the player's last name ★ $musicalExperience -- this gauges just exactly how much experience the main character has with musicals or plays. this could affect how well they do in convincing others, but it could just be a fun thing to talk about in the future. either they participated in the roles or crew, have seen it, or never touched acting at all ★ $handwriting -- determines the type of handwriting the player has ★ $timeCount, $taylorAnnoy -- these are temporary variables that were used to keep track of the options made during the free time in Episode 2 ★ $dietaryRestrict -- this determines what kind of dietary restriction the main character has. they can be vegetarian (okay with dairy), vegan (not okay with it), pescatarian (fish but not other meat) or okay with everything. this is going to be a little difficult to navigate since any mention of food will be limited ★ ★ ★

"No! Stop! I'm still here! Wait for me!!" You chase after the school bus that has, predictably, pulled away from the stop, speeding down the street with no mercy to your poor legs. Although you do not have high hopes of catching up to the moving vehicle, it doesn't hurt to try. In some last desperate attempt for attention, you wave your arms frantically, catching the eye of some students. However, they chatter and point at your running figure. And of course, they do not alert the driver, content to laugh as your legs slow down. //There has to be a special place in hell for those kids.// Eventually, the stamina within you fizzles out, and you come to a stop, forced to watch the bus continue on its journey. Without you on it. Great. What a perfect way to start off your day. You kick at the ground and curse the closest things to you--even a blue butterfly that happens to flutter by--before realizing that there is no use wishing the worst for those on the bus. There is just not enough time to turn around and beg your parents to drive you to school. You can already predict their disappointed looks and lecture if you were to return. Looks like you will have to hike to school. //Again.// Fortunately, you do not live too far away from Sunnyview High School. Unfortunately, of all days you chose to wake up late on, it is as hot as the desert. [[Better start walking.|ch1pg10]]

By the time you get to the school building, you are a melted puddle of...whatever humans are made of. Okay, not //literally//, but it certainly feels like it. Your eyes lift up to the slogan displayed above the entrance of hell, AKA Sunnyview High School. It reads, "A Place of Guaranteed Education and Learning" in large capital letters, engraved into the brick walls of the building since the beginning of time. Many scoff at the meaningless claim as they walk underneath it. One year, for a senior prank, someone crossed out the last three words, replacing it with "suffering." They were caught and suspended for a few days, yet they were celebrated as a martyr for the rest of the month. You should consider doing something like that this year...it would certainly be a way to leave your mark on the school. If you were to skip school, would your parents find out? Your mind can't help but flip between bailing or attending class. In between your hesitation, someone bumps into you as you stand before the front of the entrance. He turns around for a second to frown, nose wrinkling as though he cannot stand the sight of you. <ul> <li>[[You immediately open your mouth to apologize, a habit of yours.|ch1pg11]]</li> <li>[[Well. Fuck you, too.|ch1pg11]]</li> <li>[['"You should watch where you are going!"'|ch1pg11]]</li> <li>[[You stare back, unaffected.|ch1pg11]]</li> </ul>

...And he is swept away by the crowd as they purposely avoid the block in the path that is you. For a moment, you seriously consider running away, but the idea of receiving //the talk// from your parents is not very appealing. So you join the zombie wave of students and locate your locker near the front of the school. Carrying a backpack around school is too much of a hassle with how heavy it weighs. It does not seem to have been tampered with since the last time you stopped by. Which technically was yesterday, but Sebastian Simos once found his locker covered in silly string. You can never be too careful when it comes to the colorful cast of characters that attend this school. God, you hate school so much. Life would be much better if it did not exist. You would enjoy every second of your freedom; the weight of work and forcing yourself to act as someone you are not would no longer be a burden on your shoulders. Unfortunately, that is not what life had in its cards for you. Instead, you were given a high school where teachers are the Devil reincarnate and students bump you in the halls with disregard for your wellbeing. Even the name is ironic. //Sunnyview High School//, named after the town it exists in. A sleepy town with a population of around 18,000 and never having the "sunny view" most would expect when they hear the name. For more than half of the year it is cloudy--the days where your town is bathed in the sun are numbered on one hand. You open your locker and begin to get lost in your thoughts, putting and taking things out without thinking about it. The habit of stopping by your locker to sort through what you need for the day has become normal. And the last thing you want is to be disturbed while you are going through your stuff. Though there is an exception... The feeling of a finger poking your shoulder blade snaps you out of your daze. The calculus textbook in your hands slips, but you catch it before it hits the ground. Alas, you know whose finger it belonged to without needing to turn. As if you are about to catch a criminal, you turn around to glare at the culprit: Maxie Yang. <ul> <li>[[It's actually supposed to be Maxwell, but he hates being called by his first name. He just so happens to be your best friend.|ch1pg12][$mname to "Maxwell", $mheshe to "he", $mhimher to "him", $mhisher to "his", $mhishers to "his", $mself to "himself", $mgender to "male"]]</li> <li>[[It's actually supposed to be Maxine, but she hates being called by her first name. She just so happens to be your best friend.|ch1pg12][$mname to "Maxine", $mheshe to "she", $mhimher to "her", $mhisher to "her", $mhishers to "hers", $mself to "herself", $mgender to "female"]]</li> </ul>

Maxie Yang. You and Maxie have known each other for a long time--ever since you were in diapers. //Literally.// You're 99.9% sure that your mother has a secret photo album of the two of you wearing them while slapping each other's chubby faces. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> was your knight-in-shining-armor, always coming to the rescue when you were picked on at a younger age. As a result, $mheshe became a target alongside you, but that was second to making sure that you were okay. That's one of the many things you like about $mhimher. Even during the worst years of your life in middle school, Maxie stuck by your side through it all. You like to think that your sweet, caring best friend has remained mostly the same as you have grown up together. It would be strange to think otherwise--though $mheshe is now 5'7". <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> says $mheshe is technically seven-and-a-half inches, but you don't believe $mhimher. <ul> <li>[[If you were in a stock video of a crowd, you would stick out like a sore thumb among them. (6'5'' or taller)|ch1pg13][$height to "very tall"]]</li> <li>[[You are tall enough that your head almost reaches the ceiling of the building. (5'11" - 6'4")|ch1pg13][$height to "tall"]]</li> <li>[[Compared to others your age, you are around average height. (5'5" - 5'10")|ch1pg13][$height to "average"]]</li> <li>[[You, meanwhile, are on the shorter side. (5'0" - 5'4")|ch1pg13][$height to "short"]]</li> <li>[[Maxie often teases you on how short you are...a lot. (4'11'' or shorter)|ch1pg13][$height to "very short"]]</li> </ul>

Maxie grins knowingly as you groan, "Don't do that, Maxie, you know how I hate when you--" Before you continue, $mheshe holds up $mhisher index finger. "I know what you're going to say. Counterpoint: your expression when I appear out of thin air is //hilarious//." Despite your scoff, a smile overcomes you. Maxie shakes $mhisher head, tsking as you half-heartedly stuff your backpack inside the already-jammed locker. As $mheshe waits for you to finish up $mheshe leans against the locker next to yours, wearing a bemused smile. "Anyways, what took you so long to get here? I sent you, like, at least fifty text messages and you didn't even //read// them." You can barely contain your eyeroll, the memory of the past twenty minutes flooding back into your head. "Ugh, don't even get me started on that. I think my alarms snoozed itself." Maxie's laugh catches the attention of some students a few lockers down. While $mheshe is quick to cover $mhisher mouth, the shaking in $mhisher shoulders gives $mhimher away. "That's not what happened, and you know it..." <ul> <li><<message 'Masculine name suggestions'>>//<ul><li>[[Austin|ch1pg14][$name to "Austin"]]</li> <li>[[Ben|ch1pg14][$name to "Ben"]]</li> <li>[[Benjamin|ch1pg14][$name to "Benjamin"]]</li> <li>[[Chad|ch1pg14][$name to "Chad"]]</li> <li>[[Jake|ch1pg14][$name to "Jake"]]</li> <li>[[Luke|ch1pg14][$name to "Luke"]]</li> <li>[[Parker|ch1pg14][$name to "Parker"]]</li> <li>[[Ryan|ch1pg14][$name to "Ryan"]]</li> <li>[[Shane|ch1pg14][$name to "Shane"]]</li> <li>[[Troy|ch1pg14][$name to "Troy"]]</li></ul>//<</message>></li> <li><<message 'Feminine name suggestions'>>//<ul><li>[[Addison|ch1pg14][$name to "Addison"]]</li> <li>[[Caitlyn|ch1pg14][$name to "Caitlyn"]]</li> <li>[[Ellie|ch1pg14][$name to "Ellie"]]</li> <li>[[Eleanor|ch1pg14][$name to "Eleanor"]]</li> <li>[[Gabriella|ch1pg14][$name to "Gabriella"]]</li> <li>[[Hannah|ch1pg14][$name to "Hannah"]]</li> <li>[[Liv|ch1pg14][$name to "Liv"]]</li> <li>[[Olivia|ch1pg14][$name to "Olivia"]]</li> <li>[[Maddie|ch1pg14][$name to "Maddie"]]</li> <li>[[Madison|ch1pg14][$name to "Madison"]]</li> <li>[[Sharpay|ch1pg14][$name to "Sharpay"]]</li> <li>[[Wendy|ch1pg14][$name to "Wendy"]]</li></ul>//<</message>></li> <li><<message 'Gender neutral name suggestions'>>//<ul><li>[[Alex|ch1pg14][$name to "Alex"]]</li> <li>[[Avery|ch1pg14][$name to "Avery"]]</li> <li>[[Cameron|ch1pg14][$name to "Cameron"]]</li> <li>[[Frankie|ch1pg14][$name to "Frankie"]]</li> <li>[[Jessie|ch1pg14][$name to "Jessie"]]</li> <li>[[London|ch1pg14][$name to "London"]]</li> <li>[[Mackenzie|ch1pg14][$name to "Mackenzie"]]</li> <li>[[Raine|ch1pg14][$name to "Raine"]]</li> <li>[[Riley|ch1pg14][$name to "Riley"]]</li></ul>//<</message>></li> <li>[[Input your own name|nameInput]]</li> </ul>

!Relationships !!Taylor Victory <progress @value="$taylorRelationship" max="100"></progress> <center>Relationship: $taylorRelationship%</center> !!$mname "Maxie" Yang <progress @value="$maxieRelationship" max="100"></progress> <center>Relationship: $maxieRelationship% Romance Points: $maxieRomance</center> !!Kelsey Lovelock <progress @value="$kelseyRelationship" max="100"></progress> <center>Relationship: $kelseyRelationship% Romance Points: $kelseyRomance</center> !!Peyton Ryans <progress @value="$peytonRelationship" max="100"></progress> <center>Relationship: $peytonRelationship% Romance Points: $peytonRomance</center> <center>[[Return to Diary.|Diary]]</center> <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

<<set $taylorRelationship to 20>> <<set $taylorSecretRomance to 0>> || <<set $maxieRelationship to 70>> <<set $maxieRomance to 0>> <<set $mname to "Maxie"; $mgender to "unknown">> || <<set $kelseyRelationship to 30>> <<set $kelseyRomance to 0>> <<set $kgender to "unknown">> || <<set $peytonRelationship to 5>> <<set $peytonRomance to 0>> || <<set $kDoodle to false>> || <<set $pollenAllergy to true>> <<set $money to 50>> <<set $coinCounter to 0>> <<set $timeCount to 0>> <<set $taylorAnnoy to 0>> <<set $achieveNumber to 0>><<set $achieve01 to false>><<set $achieve27 to false>> <<set $nameShort to false>> <<set $taylor1 to 0>><<set $taylor2 to 0>><<set $taylor3 to 0>><<set $taylor4 to 0>><<set $taylor5 to 0>>

After checking to make sure that your homework and essentials to surviving school are in your backpack, you take one last glance at the mirror before you leave. You are not quite sure what compels you to look back, but the temptation pulls you to. You shoot your reflection a thin smile as you make sure your outfit is in character with your typical. They return the smile back. <ul> <li>[[Casual: a t-shirt depicting a classic meme, jeans, and sneakers|ch1pg5][$outfit to "casual"]]</li> <li>[[Comfy: a baggy sweater, even baggier pants, and high-top sneakers|ch1pg5][$outfit to "comfy"]]</li> <li>[[Athletic: track jacket, a light shirt, jogging pants, and tennis shoes|ch1pg5][$outfit to "athletic"]]</li> <li>[[80s leather style: leather jacket, plain white shirt, dark blue jeans, and boots to match|ch1pg5][$outfit to "80s leather style"]]</li> <li>[[All black: black hoodie, black pants, and black shoes|ch1pg5][$outfit to "all black"]]</li> <li>[[Academic: turtleneck, plaid pants, and loafers|ch1pg5][$outfit to "academic"]]</li> <li>[[Colorful: a tie-dye shirt, brightly colored pants, and mismatched shoes|ch1pg5][$outfit to "colorful"]]</li> <li>[[Grunge: flannel shirt on top of a band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and black kicks|ch1pg5][$outfit to "grunge"]]</li> </ul>

<center><h4>Confirm information</h4></center> You have $haircut, $hairstyle, $haircolor hair, $eyecolor eyes, and $skintone skin. <<if $makeup == "no">>You do not wear makeup.<<elseif $makeup == "yes">>You do wear makeup.<<else>>You do wear makeup, just not at the moment.<<endif>> And you tend to wear $outfit clothes on a normal school day. Is this information correct? <ul> <li>[[Yes, this information is correct.|ch1pg6]]</li> <li>[[No, this information is not correct. Take me back to the beginning (will go back to the beginning of the character customization).|ch1pg3]]</li> </ul>

$name...and has that always been your name, or did you have a name before that? You will not be required to type in your old name; this is just for filler content! <ul> <li>[[Yes, you did have a name before your current one.|nickname][$deadName to true]]</li> <li>[[No, your current name is the one you were born with.|nickname][$deadName to false]]</li> </ul>

<<textbox "$name" "Type in your name here...">> <center>[[Continue|ch1pg14]]</center>

<<textbox "$nickname" "Type in your nickname here...">> <center>[[Continue|ch1pg15]]</center>

"That's not what happened and you know it, $nickname." You sigh, too distracted trying to shut the locker door to argue. Maxie's right and you know it. That doesn't mean you want to //admit// it, in any case. "Whatever. You get what I mean." "Hm, I guess." Maxie shrugs, before shaking $mhisher head, glancing at you from the corner of $mhisher eye. "So, did you hear the big news?" You finally manage to push the door just enough to snap the lock on. A small victorious smile grows on your face before realizing your lack of response. "Oh, uh...what big news?" Maxie scoffs at the seeming offense, already beginning to walk at a slow enough pace for you to catch up. "It's only the biggest news in town in //years//. There's a filming for a movie near town. I heard it's a Stephen Zuckerberg--" <ul> <li>[[Say no more, Maxie has your attention.|ch1pg16]]</li> <li>[['"A Stephen Zuckerberg?!" You love his movies! What the hell, why were you not informed of this sooner?!'|ch1pg16]]</li> <li>[[You love a good ol' Stephen Zuckerberg—Paws has a special place in your heart. Those were some vicious cats.|ch1pg16]]</li> </ul>

"Wait, //hold up//, why didn't you tell me this sooner?!" There is a smug grin on $mhisher face as $mheshe replies, "Because I knew you were going to freak out. Although...I don't know much else beyond the gossip. If you want, I can try to get more information--" Upon hearing this, you grab $mhisher wrist to stop $mhimher before the door of your classroom. English can wait for news about Stephen Zuckerberg's upcoming film. "Maxie, please do. I would really appreciate it." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> glances down at your hand, relaxing when you squeeze $mhisher wrist for extra measure. It does the trick. Almost //too// well--you are caught off guard when Maxie looks up with surprisingly soft eyes. "You didn't even need to ask." You can barely fight off your grin. Once you let go of $mhisher wrist, Maxie rubs it with an absent mind, smiling all the while. "Perfect. Thanks." You begin to lean towards the door, already seeing the end of the conversation as the seconds tick away. "I'll see you later at lunch, right?" "You know it." With a parting wave, Maxie heads to $mhisher class. And you to your own. [[Enter the classroom.|ch1pg17]]

You hate English class for many reasons. One of those reasons being that you start off your morning listening to the daily announcements in a stuffy room while others whisper their crushes or enemies or whatever it is people talk about when they are bored. Or you. It would not surprise you if anyone has gossiped behind your back. You never cared about what others talked about or what they thought of you. Sure, sitting alone and rarely speaking besides asking to go to the bathroom gets lonely without a friend. But the suffering in the moment does not matter when you are going to leave Sunnyview someday. As much as your parents want you to attend a state university--hell, any college that is within thirty miles of your home--that isn't going to happen. No, as soon as the caps are thrown, you are //out//, gone, vanished in a blink as if your eighteen years in Sunnyview never existed. And then, you will attend a college as far away as your money can take you, anywhere that is out-of-state and far from your parents' reach. You cannot stand Sunnyview--even saying the name out loud leaves a bad taste in your mouth. The mundaneness, the pressure of your parents; the need to leave is suffocating, like a hand is wrapped around your neck. [[Right after the pledge, something hits you in the back of your head.|ch1pg18]]

You turn your head around so quickly that the world spins for a moment, eyes searching for the perpetrators. Everyone looks so busy or distracted that it is hard to tell who did it. Either way, there is a sinking feeling that it was meant for you. Huh. Turns out movies didn't have it entirely wrong when they depicted nerds and "losers" like you constantly being hit by them. You scoop up the object--a crumpled piece of paper--and slowly unfold it. Good things never come from these papers; they are a source of bullying for a reason. This isn't even your first time receiving one. Back in 8th grade, you got a horrible image of yourself along with some...choice words that are better not repeated. When you pretended they didn't affect you, it stopped any further paper ball attacks, though the verbal and physical harassment did not. But now... It's back. Inside the paper reveals a crude drawing of Maxie and you. There are some hearts decorated around the two figures as they kiss with exaggerated, puckered lips. Words are scribbled underneath them as though a last-minute thought, the only sentence you can read saying, "two ugly losers making out!!" And you thought seniors couldn't get any more stupid. <ul> <li>[[Though, the hearts cause your heart to skip when you stare longer at the image of you and Maxie and the...lips. It is a strange feeling, one that you have been experiencing for a while without explanation. — ♥|ch1pg19a][$maxieRelationship += 5, $maxieRomance += 1]]</li> <li>[[And yet, despite the cruelty of the drawing, a sudden hotness overwhelms your body. You have known for a while of your feelings towards your best friend, but that does not mean you need a reminder of it now. — ♥|ch1pg19b][$maxieRelationship += 5, $maxieRomance += 1]]</li> <li>[[Red is all you can see. How dare people insinuate that there is something going on with you and Maxie! You are just friends, and that's it.|ch1pg19c]]</li> <li>[[The sudden urge to cry has never felt stronger than before. God, you hate teenagers.|ch1pg19d]]</li> <li>[[You feel...nothing. It's just a prank. It will stop once you show that you are not affected by it.|ch1pg19e]]</li> <li>[[Eh. You throw the paper into the nearby trash can. Good thing you chose a seat close to one.|ch1pg19f]]</li> </ul>

Before your mind can linger on any more treacherous thoughts about your best friend, you quickly stuff the note inside your desk before others notice. Whatever future you decides to do with it is up to $himher. A part of you wonder how Maxie would react once you tell $mhimher. You could almost imagine the surprise on $mhisher face, perhaps awkward. After all, the suggestion that you two are in love is...quite apparent to whoever drew it. It's weird to think about the implications, especially when you have a crush on someone else. There is no way you like Maxie //that// way. At least that's what you tell yourself. So absorbed in your thoughts, the morning announcements fade away into mere background noise. Not that what was said matters much to you, though Maxie would know if you ask $mhimher later. Maybe you //should// ask $mhimher, just to make sure you did not miss anything important. Time seems to go by quickly--you leave class and head to your next in the blink of an eye. By the time you remember the paper still inside your desk, there is a high risk of invoking the ire of your teacher. Plus, it's too much of a hassle to walk all the way back, so there is no point in returning. [[What are the chances that somebody reaches inside and finds the note, anyway?|ch1pg20]]

You are not sure when you realized you had a crush on Maxie, much less when it first began. It could have been days, weeks, months, //years// when you started to feel this way. Either way, nothing could ever happen between you two, especially since it feels more comforting to ignore the throb in your chest when your hands touch than to acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach. Not to mention that you may or may not like someone else, too...your feelings are too tangled for you to make heads or tails of what your mind wants. As if on instinct, you shove the note deep inside the desk. Out of sight, out of mind. The announcements end without fanfare once you tune back into your surroundings. Damn, you had not been listening at //all//. At least Maxie will know, should you ask $mhimher. Time seems to go by quickly--you leave class and head to your next in the blink of an eye. By the time you remember the paper still inside your desk, there is a high risk of invoking the ire of your teacher. Plus, it's too much of a hassle to walk all the way back, so there is no point in returning. Oh well. [[You don't think anyone could possibly find it, anyway.|ch1pg20]]

Your jaw hurts as you quickly stand up to glare at the students behind you. Those near you and presumably the teacher--though you can't tell if he is since your back is turned against him--look at you and the anger rolling off your shoulders. "Who threw that?!" You scan the crowd, making eye contact with each one. A group of four boys in the back rows giggle amongst themselves, unable to contain their laughter. Before you can control yourself, you march up to them, shoving the paper in their faces. "Did YOU draw this?" You do not remember any of their names--not that you really need to know what they are--but one of them calms down just enough to affirm your suspicions. "And what if we did? What would you do then, //loser//?" For a moment, you seriously consider punching their faces. The consequences would be worth their bruises. However, before you can throw your fist, a voice calls out to you. "$name. Sit back down now." Ugh, of course Mr. Finkle has to stop you. <<if $name != $nickname>>//And// he used your first name. He's serious AND not looking for an explanation. <</if>>With a last, withering look that speaks, //"This isn't the end,"// you stomp back to your desk, ignoring their triumphant laughter. The urge to destroy the paper is strong; you chuck the paper into the garbage with a little more force than necessary before taking your seat. What a way to bring down your mood. This day went from three out of ten to one. The speakers have gone quiet in the aftermath of your outburst. //Great! Just what you needed.// You will need to ask Maxie later, just in case you did miss something important...though you doubt the possibility of interesting news with how close the end of the school year is coming. [[The minutes before lunch feel like hours away.|ch1pg20]]

It takes everything within you to keep the tears from falling. //Teenagers are so stupid.// You shove the note inside your desk as you breathe in and out. Looking at it for a second longer could make you actually cry. The urge to lower your head on the desk is tempting, but that would show weakness. And you would rather //die// than give whoever threw it the satisfaction. By the time you have managed to push the emotions away, the announcements are already over. Ah, well. You can ask Maxie since $mheshe heard what was said. Nobody seems to have noticed how close to tears you were, but it never hurts to be safe. To be sure, you keep your head low and rub your eyes occasionally as though dust flew into your eyes. The rest of the period is spent waiting for another paper ball to be thrown, but it never comes. A small mercy, one you are grateful for. [[You carry on with your day, the memory of the drawing escaping your mind until lunchtime rolls around.|ch1pg20]]

You glance at the paper for the final time before tearing it to shreds and sprinkling it into the trashcan like a chef spreading cheese on a pizza. Suddenly, your decision to sit near the trash can was not all in vain. You can feel eyes on your back as you casually return to your seat. It feels good to have the note gone, never to be read again. The announcements shortly come to an end. Shit, what was said on the announcements? Not that they are always important, but there are times when you miss out on what was said. At least Maxie will know--$mheshe makes a point to tune everything out just so $mheshe can hear it all. You make a mental note to ask once you see $mhimher. Needless to say, nothing else was chucked at your head for the rest of class. [[You carry on with your day, the memory of the drawing escaping your mind until lunchtime rolls around.|ch1pg20]]

With the skill of a basketball player, you shoot the paper ball into the trash can, watching as it soars in a wide arc before landing inside with a soft rustle. It's hard not to physically celebrate the score. Mr. Finkle, a short, graying man with narrow eyes, shoots you a suspicious look. You put up a fake smile, before half-turning to listen to the announcements. Though from the sound of it, they are coming to a close. Well...if anything, Maxie will know what was said. Even if it isn't important. You should ask $mhimher once you meet up again. Class continues once the intercom turns off. For the rest of the time in the classroom, you aren't hit by another paper ball again. And honestly? You see that as an absolute win. [[In fact, the drawing escapes your mind until lunch rolls around.|ch1pg20]]

You find Maxie at your usual spot near the back of the cafeteria, school lunch splayed out on the table. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> smiles immediately when $mheshe spots you among the crowd of students filing into the cafeteria. It would be hard //not// to return that smile, especially when $mhisher dimples show up every time. You sit across from $mhimher with your own lunch in front of you. Your parents never prepare anything, so you have your own school-bought food. "Hey, so...did you hear what was on the announcements?" Maxie raises $mhisher eyebrows, breaking open $mhisher bag of sour cream and onion chips. An amused smile rests on $mhisher lips as if $mheshe knows a secret you don't. "Why?" A part of you doesn't want to admit it. The other is dying to know if you missed something you may have needed to know. "I...wasn't listening. Was there anything particularly important?" <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> grins. "I knew it." You roll your eyes, but at least $mheshe continues on by answering the question. "But nothing much was said besides further information about prom. They will probably repeat the same thing again on Monday...and Tuesday...and Wednesday...and--" You chuckle, cutting $mhimher off. "Okay, okay, I get it. Anyway, it's not like we're going to prom, so it doesn't apply to us." "Well I might," Maxie admits, eyes darting away from yours and at some giggling girls down the table, "but that's only if you go. It wouldn't be as much fun without you." You go quiet. For a while, your best friend has been subtly hinting that $mheshe wants to attend prom night, but only if you go too. Yet despite $mhisher begging, you refuse to give in. Prom is not a place for those with no dates, few friends, and who despise being within a mile radius of their bullies. For the longest time, you have sworn to never go to prom--even Maxie can't make you break that promise to your younger self. Instead of waiting for Maxie to yet again bug you about it, you quickly bring up the incident during your homeroom. <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes go wide when at the mention of the...interesting drawing you received. "Oh really? They really...drew...that?" <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> words are choked out, as though $mheshe doesn't have the space to breathe. "Yep. I mean, it's not like--" The words catch in your throat, and you suddenly find yourself unable to finish the sentence. A myriad of emotions flash by Maxie's face, too quick for you to decipher each one, until $mheshe nods, immediately sober. "Right. Yeah." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> ducks down to $mhisher food without so much as a second glance your way. Ah shit. This conversation went from bad to //worse//. You're about to say something--anything to break the awkward silence, really--until a particularly noisy group catches your attention. While they are a few tables away, their hyena-like laughter breaks through the already loud atmosphere. <ul> <li>[[Among them is the ever popular Kelsey Lovelock. You kind of have a thing for him.|ch1pg21][$kheshe to "he", $khimher to "him", $khisher to "his", $khishers to "his", $kself to "himself", $kgender to "male"]]</li> <li>[[Among them is the ever popular Kelsey Lovelock. You kind of have a thing for her.|ch1pg21][$kheshe to "she", $khimher to "her", $khisher to "her", $khishers to "hers", $kself to "herself", $kgender to "female"]]</li> </ul>

Your on-and-off crush on Kelsey first started in eighth grade, and it hasn't completely disappeared yet. Although at times you question your true feelings about $khimher, your heart has a way of constantly reminding you //why// you like $khimher--even if it is unclear on what nature. Kelsey Lovelock always stood out to you as "different" compared to $khisher friend group. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> is charming and nice, always coming to the rescue whenever $khisher friends would act like assholes to you or Maxie. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would smile at you when you walked past each other in the hallways, starting in middle school all the way to the present. <<if $kgender == "male">><<print $khisher.toUpperFirst()>> messy brown hair has been pushed back thanks to the gray baseball cap $kheshe is wearing, barely hiding the fading yellow highlights $kheshe got last year. Supposedly, you heard, Kelsey dyed $khisher hair after losing a dare to $khisher friends. <<else>><<print $khisher.toUpperFirst()>> messy brown hair has been pushed back by $khisher signature purple headband. It does nothing to conceal the fading yellow highlights $kheshe got last year. Supposedly, you heard, Kelsey dyed $khisher hair after losing a dare to $khisher friends. <<endif>> Even when you look at $khimher now, it's hard not to be amazed at $khisher popularity with the general student body. No matter who you ask, most, if not all, would say that Kelsey is one of the nicest people you can ever come across. And that is not you being biased because you like $khimher. Maxie likes to tease you of being "painfully oblivious" when it comes to your feelings. You are, as $mheshe puts it, so oblivious that by the time you recognize the change, a few months would have already passed. In this case, Maxie claims $mheshe recognized your admiration for Kelsey a month before you acknowledged it. You suppose you can't help your feelings. Not only is Kelsey nice, but $kheshe is smart, known for being among the top students in your grade. Which says a lot compared to the teens $kheshe is friends with...sometimes it does seem like Kelsey has no major flaws beyond hanging out with the wrong crowd. Anyways, it's not like anything can happen between you. Kelsey is...$kself, and you are nobody. You barely speak to each other, have no classes together besides a shared lunch period; not to mention the completely different social hierarchies you are on. You are better off daydreaming about the what-ifs. [[All of a sudden, fingers appear before your face, snapping for attention.|ch1pg22]]

"Hello? Earth to $nickname? I'm talking to you and you're just staring off into space. What are you thinking about?" Despite the concern in Maxie's voice, $mhisher smile says $mheshe knows what, or who, you were thinking about. Turns out your best friend knows you too well. You should really learn to build immunity against $mhimher and $mhisher puppy eyes. "Nothing!" Your reply is automatic. Too fast, even, for $mhisher smile morphs into a grin. "Really? You weren't thinking of anything? Or should I say, //anyone//?" "No..." Curse whoever made you unable to lie to $mhimher. Before Maxie has the opportunity to refute your flimsy denial, the both of you become acutely aware of other presences near your table. It's hard to ignore the giggling. Maxie locks eyes with you a second before-- "$mname Yang, where the hell is my project?!" Oh shit. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> is unable to hide $mhisher frown at the mention of $mhisher first name. [[You hate life, sometimes. This is one of those moments.|ch1pg23]]

Karen Dougherty slams her hands on the table with such force that Maxie's half-empty soda can rattles. The vibrations ricocheting off the drink is not enough to knock it over. What a shame, honestly, the liquid inside would have splashed right onto her crop top. Too bad she gets to stay pristine white. "I looked in the art room like you said, but I couldn't find it! Where is it?" Panic flashes over Maxie's face. "What? It should be there. Did you //really// check?" "Of course I did! Do you doubt my ability to look for it?!" Maxie drops $mhisher gaze to $mhisher food, muttering, "Well, considering how blind you can be..." Her eyes narrow. "What did you say?" A part of you genuinely believes she //didn't// hear $mhimher. That might be for the best, though unsatisfying as it is. "Nothing! Listen Karen, if it isn't in the art room, then ask Ms. M, she probably put it somewhere else." "I'm not asking her! You should since the project was your job." //God,// do you want to punch her face. It seems that Maxie feels the same way, seeing that $mhisher eye twitches. "I'm having my lunch right now, //Karen//. I have art next period, I'll ask her then--" She leans forward, face to face with Maxie. The urge to jump in and defend your friend is nauseating, but $mheshe is strong. You trust that $mheshe can defend $mself just like $mheshe used to when you were six. "//Fine.// But I need it in two periods, so bring it ASAP. You know what will happen if you don’t." Karen glances at you, suddenly remembering your mortal presence, with a mysterious smile. Is she trying to make a point or something? Perhaps punching her asymmetrical face will correct it and force her to speak clearly. Something is hiding behind her smile--a secret only she knows. What is it, you wonder? Not that you'd ask her. You would rather kiss the ground. With an anti-climatic hair flip, Karen strides off without another word, her little clique trailing after her like sheep. Always one for the dramatics, that one. And yet, she has never played a role in a theater performance. "Ugh, I hate her," Maxie grunts once she is at least fifteen miles out of range. "And I can't believe that Kelsey is dating //her// of all people. That is certainly a...choice." Your heart sinks at the reminder. [[Right...Kelsey is dating Karen.|ch1pg24]]

Kelsey //could// do so much better, which is why you were surprised to hear they were dating five months ago. As far as you know, Karen had an undeniable crush on Kelsey--painfully so, as you had to witness it daily before they became a couple--but Kelsey is returning those feelings? It sounds like something out of a fantasy book where a witch casts a love potion to make a person fall in love with her. Though, you wouldn't really be surprised if Karen did use a love potion on Kelsey. She certainly would not be above it; after all, everything //always// goes her way. As they are two of the most popular kids at school--Karen is part of the cheerleading squad and Kelsey <<if $kgender == "male">>a guard for the football team<<else>>on the softball team<<endif>>--nobody else seems to find the fact that they are together strange. In fact, their friends actively encouraged the relationship, so it was practically inevitable. The typical cheerleader-and-jock-fall-in-love trope.<<if $kgender == "female">>..except Kelsey is a girl.<</if>> Needless to say, you are slowly waiting for the day they break up. Placing $mhisher elbows on the table, Maxie drops $mhisher head into $mhisher hands. The silence on $mhisher part is deafening. <ul> <li>[[Your heart pinches painfully seeing Maxie like this. — ♥|ch1pg25a][$maxieRelationship += 1, $maxieRomance += 1]]</li> <li>[["What was that all about?" You are more interested in getting answers.|ch1pg25b]]</li> <li>[["She really is a bitch," you sigh with a frown.|ch1pg25c]]</li> <li>[[''Hey, I'll hold her, and you punch!''|ch1pg25d]]</li> <li>[[You say nothing, instead offering a consoling pat on the back.|ch1pg25e][$maxieRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You have no idea what to say to comfort Maxie.|ch1pg25f]]</li> </ul>

You frown. If only there was a way for you to help $mhimher...but your next class is Calculus with Mr. Owens. Knowing him, he would never let you leave class for something as "little" as that. Still, there has to be a way to show your support in other ways. You move a little closer to $mhimher, wanting to reach out--perhaps put a hand on top of $mhishers--but before you can, you are seized by a cold fear. What if Maxie pulls away as soon as contact is made? You wouldn't be able to stand the rejection. Maxie lifts $mhisher head and, noting the shift of your closeness, blushes. For a moment, you are worried if $mheshe will move away, but $mheshe stays put. A small smile grows on your face when you note the way $mhisher fingers twitch towards yours. Never touching, but the thought counts. God, this should not be sending thrills down your spine. It's risky territory, like a line almost crossed over. Now is not the time to contemplate feelings of any kind. "So...about the movie..." $mheshe speaks up with a loud cough. You are so distracted by your own thoughts (ones that you prefer to bury deep in your head) that $mhisher words don't register until a second too late. "What movie?" Maxie snorts at your delayed reaction. "You know, the Stephen Zuckerberg one." "Oh, right!" To think that you almost forgot. Okay no, that would be a lie--you can't say you haven't thought about it since Maxie brought it up. The curiosity is killing you inside. "What did you find?" [[Maxie grins, ready to dump some gossip. "So..."|ch1pg26]]

"Nothing new," Maxie shrugs with an air of indifference. "Karen demanded that I do her project on cloning because it's "my duty to serve" her, as someone who is at the bottom of the food chain." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> shakes $mhisher head, as though dismissing a thought. "I refused at first, but she has been blackmailing me. I had no choice." What the hell. You heard that Karen would sometimes intimidate newbies to do her homework, but to actually see Maxie go through this...she really would stoop //that// low. "Jeez..." and Maxie isn't getting paid to do this--$mheshe is essentially doing her work for free. "You should have charged her or something. Like at least ten dollars." Maxie snorts right before downing the rest of $mhisher soda in one go. "Pft, yeah I could've. Dunno why I didn't." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> shakes $mhisher head. "Maybe I'm getting too soft." As much as you want to deny that, there is some truth in $mhisher words. For someone who was--and is--never afraid of standing up to bullies, Maxie giving in to Karen's demands is strange. Whatever "blackmail" Karen has, it must be so important that $mheshe would follow her orders to prevent the secret from leaking out. It leaves you wondering what the secret is...is it something you already know or is it different? "What is it?" The words slip before you can control your running mouth. At Maxie's confused look, you add, "The blackmail. Is it, like, that time when you <<if $mgender == "male">>read<<else>>wrote<<endif>> some eye-scarring fanfiction and tried to show it to me?" It's funny how fast Maxie's face flushes red. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> jumps out of $mhisher seat, a panicked look on $mhisher face. "Do you think Karen knows about that?!" That eliminates fanfiction from the table. "Maybe. So is it fanfiction?" It isn't, but you would be a terrible friend if you didn't take the opportunity to tease $mhimher. "It isn't! I swear to God, it isn't. I would rather die before anyone other than you finds my account and connects it to me." You almost start to believe it might have something to do with the certain media $mheshe likes to consume on a daily basis. "Why don't we talk about something else, like that Stephen Zuckerberg movie I'm sure you are //dying// to know. Please?" "Fine, but know that I am //so// holding this whole blackmail thing against you." Maxie cringes. "Please don't tell anyone." [[And deep down, you know you never would say a word.|ch1pg26]]

Maxie bursts out laughing, though you can't tell if it is out of surprise or genuine amusement. You want to believe it's both. "She really is." Hearing $mhimher laugh so hard spurs to to continue with a smirk. "I would be surprised if she wasn't. Imagine her walking in one day and actually being nice for a change. That would be crazy." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> nods $mhisher head, eyes brightening. "It would be. I wouldn't be able to recognize her." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> seems like $mheshe is in a better mood. "But thanks for...you know, making me laugh. I'll pay you back--in fact, I'll just do it right now and tell you the info I got about that Stephen Zuckerberg movie from completely legitimate sources." "You don't //need// to pay me back, Maxie. But I'll gladly hear out whatever dirt you got on the movie from your completely legitimate sources," you shrug. Yet as calm as you appear, a part of you really wants to know the news before it is officially announced. And your dearest best friend, as amazing as $mheshe is, knows this all too well. One time, $mheshe dared to withhold news about Cyclones, his most recent film, //before// the official trailer came out. Once you forced $mhimher to watch the trailer with you when it was released, Maxie cruelly revealed that $mheshe already knew the synopsis. You would have punched the stupid grin on $mhisher face if you didn't love $mhimher. [[Thankfully Maxie cuts to the chase before you lose your patience.|ch1pg26]]

Maxie rolls $mhisher eyes, contrasting with $mhisher smile. "I don't have a good slugging arm, though I'm not opposed to the idea of punching her fake eyelashed face." You smile as well, following this train of thought. "Ah, so you want me to do it?" "I mean, I've seen you before! You can really pack a punch." Well, $mheshe's not exactly wrong. You once got into trouble with your parents for punching a boy who stole Maxie's lunch money and giving him a black eye. No regrets there. Even with the suspension. You aren't one to turn down chaos, but it's funnier to mess with Maxie. "Alright, then tomorrow after school. We get the job done." "It's the weekend tomorrow." "Monday after school." "We're not punching anyone, $nickname!" $mheshe snorts, nudging your arm. You lean back, feigning hurt even if Maxie is not fooled by it. "Shit, you reminded me of what I wanted to say before she came over. You wanna guess what it is?" "You got--" "I got some more info on that Stephen Zuckerberg movie!" You were //literally// about to say that. Still, you suppose that means there are only two things about Maxie: $mheshe is too predictable, and $mheshe is also the best friend you could have ever asked before. "Stole the words out of my mouth," you shake your head, more amused than annoyed. "What is it?" [['"Well..."'|ch1pg26]]

When you reach out to pat $mhisher back, Maxie looks at you with surprise. But instead of pulling away, $mheshe leans into the touch, sighing deeply like a troubled philosopher. "Sorry, we should talk about something lighter." For a moment, $mheshe appears to be in deep thought, staring out the glass panes that look out to the courtyard outside the cafeteria. You don't disagree. You would prefer not to think about Kelsey's girlfriend at all. Or Kelsey, for that matter. Instead, you wait silently, picking up a bit of your food to eat. The quiet is not awkward by any means, but you pull away from $mhimher just so you don't have to keep your arm around $mhimher any longer than necessary. <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> shoulders sag at the lack of contact, more relaxed than before. Eventually, Maxie speaks. "Right, I was //going// to tell you about the Stephen Zuckerberg movie before she interrupted me. You still want to hear it? The mood killer that is Karen didn't bring you down, right?" You nod, though not without an amused smirk. "Yeah, of course I do! Karen could never ruin my day if you're around. Go on and say it already." <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> cheeks go red, gloomy attitude now gone. [['"Okay, well..."'|ch1pg26]]

You remain still, attention flitting to a loud table sometimes whenever their laughs get loud. And you pointedly avoid looking at Kelsey's table, knowing almost for certain that Karen is there with $khimher right now. Eventually Maxie lifts $mhisher head, sighing. "Never mind, she's a bitch and I would rather not think about her while I'm eating my lunch. Let's talk about something lighter, like...oh I don't know..." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> pauses for dramatic effect. "The Stephen Zuckerberg movie?" You nod, grateful for the change. "Sure. What did you find out?" [['"Well..."'|ch1pg26]]

“It's planned to be a romance movie, from what I heard. I couldn't find anything about the title or plot, but I do know that a certain //Taylor Victory// will be playing the lead role!" <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> couldn't have sounded more enthusiastic. Meanwhile, you couldn't have rolled your eyes any harder. You have heard of Taylor Victory a lot, and they are all good things so far. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> $isare among the biggest buzz in the entertainment industry, especially since a young "nobody" like $himher won an award at a somewhat prestigious ceremony known as the Cinny Awards (you seriously wonder who was in charge of coming up with the name). Suddenly, everyone wanted to find out who exactly $heshe <<if $gender == "person">>were<<else>>was<<endif>>. A month has passed since the award was given to $himher, but $heshe remain$s relevant even to this day. You can’t say you haven't thought of writing your senior thesis on Taylor Victory and the impact celebrities have on everyday people. Though as much as it would make an interesting paper, that would mean researching $himher, the actor $self. And you did //not// want to do that, so that idea was scratched as soon as possible. Maxie has been obsessed with Taylor Victory for a while–even before $heshe won any awards. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> unironically appreciates the movies that $heshe <<if $gender == "person">>have<<else>>has<<endif>> been in. You would think Maxie has a celebrity crush on $himher, but $mheshe denies it. <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>Although, when $mheshe talks about $himher with a large smile, you can't help but feel your heart burn at the sight. Sometimes you get the feeling that $mheshe lies about having a crush on $himher. But you can't control Maxie's feelings if $mheshe likes Taylor.<</if>> You, on the other hand, could care less. It’s just another rich, likely self-absorbed <<if $gender =="female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>> who managed to worm $hisher way up the industry. Nothing more, nothing less. In fact, you have never seen a picture of $hisher face or bothered to look $himher up, although you have had the very odd compliment of appearing very similar to $himher. Sometimes the new kids confuse you for Taylor Victory. [[Even Maxie thinks so.|ch1pg27]]

At your exasperated look, Maxie chuckles. “One day you'll have to admit that you look exactly like Taylor Victory.” Wow, funny. You pile wrappers onto the lunch tray to throw out without a word. Maxie has yet to continue eating $mhisher food, though it seems to now be far from $mhisher mind. “You know I would never." “But I'm serious, $nickname, the two of you look so similar!” Maxie matches the faint annoyance in your voice with a frustrated huff, leaning close to your face. “Especially your eyes. And hair. Maybe that’s why I like the both of you.” As if realizing $mheshe just said a huge secret of $mhishers, Maxie's eyes widen and $mheshe jumps back, cheeks red. For a split second, you wonder if there is a double meaning behind $mhisher words. The five minute bell rings. Students begin to stand up at the sound, already knowing what will come afterwards. The teachers could not care less about the crowded area near the door. “Wha–I’m not even done with my lunch yet!” You stand up from the table to toss out your trash, smirking. “Better hurry up, Maxie.” Your best friend scarfs down $mhisher own food and catches up to you in the blink of an eye. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> could have taken $mhisher time, Maxie knows that. But $mheshe didn't. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> nudges your shoulder once you have packed your backpacks. “We still on for walking home?” “Up until Mulberry Street,” you automatically reply, following through on the joke. It’s sort of stupid, Maxie asking you if you’re going to walk home together and your response being “up until Mulberry Street,” where you have to split ways. It's been around since you were in fourth grade. You aren’t sure //why// you still do it. But that’s basically your friendship with Maxie in a nutshell: secrets shared only between you, shared inside jokes, and a knack for staying two peas in a pod. You are walking over to the door when Maxie suddenly stumbles over air. Or you think it's air--it could have been $mhisher shoelaces. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> refuses to tie them every time the knots are undone. <ul> <li>[[You hurry to catch Maxie. – ♥|ch1pg28a][$maxieRomance += 1, $maxieRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You just manage to catch your friend's wrist.|ch1pg28b][$maxieRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You watch Maxie fall to the ground, too stunned to move.|ch1pg28c][$maxieRelationship -= 1]]</li> </ul>

The rest of the school day passes by at the pace of a snail. You do not have any classes with your best friend, which makes time go by ten times slower than usual. Besides a project for history due on Tuesday, you do not have too much work to do over the weekend. So there is much to be excited about when the last dismissal bell finally rings. You are already out of the classroom, rushing to get to your locker first before your neighboring lockermates arrive. Thankfully, you arrive first and dump your textbooks into your backpack without worrying about leaning over other students. It takes Maxie a while to meet you in front of the school building. You stand next to a huge oak tree twenty feet away from a tall flagpole. It was planted before you were born, replacing a dead tree that had been there for even longer. The tree has served as your meeting spot since freshman year, a steady reminder of how some things never change. You are scrolling on your phone (you were looking at pictures of Kelsey as discreetly as you could, although it's nothing you haven't seen before) when a voice calls out to you. "Yo, $name?" Oh. That definitely isn't Maxie. <ul> <li>[[Your heart skips a beat. – ♥|ch1pg30a][$kelseyRomance += 1]]</li> <li>[[You immediately turn off your phone out of instinct.|ch1pg30b]]</li> <li>[[You freeze up. This voice is recognizable even from miles away.|ch1pg30c]]</li> </ul>

Kiki's Café, only five minutes away from your elementary school, was the perfect stop for students to grab some food and a cool drink once the school day had ended. During the summer it was often visited by kids looking for a way to beat the heat. You and Maxie were among those kids in both cases. Once you entered middle school, you stopped going as often. Those were the worst years of your life, so you rarely thought of the café. High school was not any better. Schoolwork just happened to pile up, leaving no time to stop by. But now... Now, on a hot day in the middle of May, you are taking a step back into your childhood. It is still located in the same place as you remember it. On the outside, the exterior looks the same, though there are newly planted blue and pink hydrangeas lining the front side of the shop. A glance through their windows tells you that nothing much has changed on the inside since you last stopped by. The corner booth, the small counter, the fifteen tables spread out across the room...they are still the same color and have not been moved around. Nostalgia blooms in your heart when you reach for the golden handle. A familiar bell above the door chimes when you step inside, cozy piano music filling your ears as you step inside. Ah... [[Air conditioning.|ch1pg37]]

"Uhm..." You don't even realize that your arms are thrown open as your body takes in the cool air until you hear the barista utter that single word, staring at you as though you'd grown a second head. There are a few customers around, but none seem to care; although someone in the corner ducks their head the moment you look their way. Immediately you assume a somewhat normal position (where it doesn't look like you had been basking in the change of temperature), smiling awkwardly as you step up to the counter. Surely there are worse ways to embarrass yourself. You hope there is. "Sorry, uh..." In an attempt to distract the barista, your eyes glaze over the menu behind him. There is a change of drinks and food. The ice cream drinks they used to sell are no longer there. Which is probably for the best; the amount of sugar it contains gave you and Maxie plenty of cavities. You would have ordered it if the item was still on the menu, but it looks like you have to go with your second choice. "Can I get a..." <ul> <li>[[Coffee|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "coffee"]]</li> <li>[[Tea|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "tea"]]</li> <li>[[Juice|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "juice"]]</li> <li>[[Water|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "water"]]</li> <li>[[Lemonade|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "lemonade"]]</li> <li>[[Smoothie|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "smoothie"]]</li> <li>[[Milkshake|ch1pg38][$drink1 to "milkshake"]]</li> </ul>

As if realizing you had //just said your order,// the barista startles out of his daze. He writes down the order on the kiosk, nodding. "Okay, $drink1. Anything else?" Should you get something to eat? Maybe you should. <ul> <li>[[Get a cookie.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "cookie"]]</li> <li>[[Get a brownie.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "brownie"]]</li> <li>[[Get a croissant.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "croissant"]]</li> <li>[[Get a muffin.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "muffin"]]</li> <li>[[Get a donut.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "donut"]]</li> <li>[[Get a sandwich.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "sandwich"]]</li> <li>[[Get some soup.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "soup"]]</li> <li>[[Get a salad.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "salad"]]</li> <li>[[Get a bagel.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "bagel"]]</li> <li>[[Actually, you're not going to get anything to eat.|ch1pg39][$food1 to "none"]]</li> </ul>

He recites the total, and you fork over the appropriate amount in cash and coins. As you do not own a card, you carry around extra cash just in case you need it. Though you mainly use it to buy sweets at those bake sales after school.The dollar bills are all hard-earned, of course--your parents would never give you money //for free.// You are about to turn around to find a seat when he suddenly calls out to you, "Oh wait, I need a name for the order!" <ul> <li>[[You turn around, unable to fight off the growing grin on your face. Now may not be the right time for flirting, but you kind of want to mess with him. Just a bit. "Why? Do you need my number too?"|ch1pg40a]]</li> <li>[[You stare blankly at the barista, confused.|ch1pg40b]]</li> <li>[[Oh, you almost forgot to give your name!|ch1pg40c]]</li> </ul>

A dark red blush spreads across his cheeks even as he denies it, "What?! No, that's not...I didn't mean it like that! I just need your name for the order, that's all!" His voice goes up several pitches. He almost sounds similar to a squeaky toy. Poor dude. He looks to be around your age, if not a year younger. He probably has never had a girlfriend--or anyone special--in his life. He didn't reject you harshly, at least. You will take that as a small victory, though a part of you dies inside from how your "flirtation" took a turn for the worse. Most would be confused like the barista moments ago, and others annoyed. This feels different. But as embarrassing as it is, you're not going to let it show. "Oh, alright, I see," you say, attempting a smile you're sure is fake. "It's $nickname." He nods, but once he realizes that you aren't going to elaborate further, he gestures on, "And your last name?" //Last name?// The last time you were at Kiki's, you don't remember needing to give the employees your last name. It was never necessary to give your name in the first place. Business must be doing so well that they require full names in case there are two people with the same first name or nickname. "It's..." <ul> <li>[[Smith|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Smith"]]</li> <li>[[Adams|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Adams"]]</li> <li>[[Weinstein|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Weinstein"]]</li> <li>[[Garcia|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Garcia"]]</li> <li>[[Lin|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Lin"]]</li> <li>[[Actually, it's something unique.|lastNameInput]]</li> </ul>

"I need your first name. And your last name. For the order." You are not quite sure why the poor guy looks ready to crawl into a hole of embarrassment. For someone whose job is to take orders, he is more socially awkward than Maxie. Even //you//. You wonder…does everyone need to provide their first //and// last name when ordering something? You don't remember needing to give your name the last time you visited. Business must be doing so well that they require full names in case there are two people with the same first name or nickname. Still, you suppose you aren't one to question why. You just want to get your order as soon as possible and cool off with a cold drink. Might as well make his job easier by refraining from asking any questions. "It's $nickname..." <ul> <li>[[Smith|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Smith"]]</li> <li>[[Adams|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Adams"]]</li> <li>[[Weinstein|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Weinstein"]]</li> <li>[[Garcia|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Garcia"]]</li> <li>[[Lin|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Lin"]]</li> <li>[[Actually, it's something unique.|lastNameInput]]</li> </ul>

"Oh sorry, it's $nickname." A little strange that Kiki's Café now requires names, but whatever. The barista stares at you, as if he is waiting for you to say something else. The longer it lasts, the stronger the urge to leave gets. Maybe if you back away slowly, he will finally stop staring and you can find an empty seat in peace. In a corner. Preferably far away from the counter. From him. He has the type of eyes that seem to stare directly into one's soul. It's honestly unnerving. Without thinking, you have already begun to back up a few steps. He notices this almost immediately. "Wait, don't go! I need your last name, too!" This makes you pause. //Last name?// The last time you were at Kiki's, you don't remember having to give a last name. You didn't even need to give your first name, either, but times have changed. Business must be doing so well that they require full names in case there are two people with the same first name or nickname. "Ah, it's..." <ul> <li>[[Smith|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Smith"]]</li> <li>[[Adams|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Adams"]]</li> <li>[[Weinstein|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Weinstein"]]</li> <li>[[Garcia|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Garcia"]]</li> <li>[[Lin|ch1pg41][$lastname to "Lin"]]</li> <li>[[Actually, it's something unique.|lastNameInput]]</li> </ul>

<<textbox "$lastname" "Type in your last name here...">> <center>[[Continue|ch1pg41]]</center>

<<notify 4s>>Achievement: Wait, //Taylor Victory//??<</notify>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<set $achieve01 to true>>He nods slowly now that all of the requirements for ordering have been met. "Thank you, your order will be ready in about ten minutes. We'll call your name once it is ready." Oh great, you can't wait for that to happen--he's going to shout your name in the middle of the shop...really loudly. Good grief, that took //ages//. At this rate, you will be dead of dehydration from how long it took to order <<if $drink1 == "smoothie">>a smoothie<<elseif $drink1 == "milkshake">>a milkshake<<else>>$drink1<<endif>>. <<if $food1 != "none">>//And// you ordered food on top of that.<</if>> Now, to play the waiting game. You look around for a place to sit. There are a lot of open seats, but there are plenty in the back of the store that are unoccupied. It's the perfect spot to hide away from the world. Just as you have made your decision and are walking towards one of the tables, someone knocks into you out of nowhere. Not too harshly, but the push is surprising enough that you almost lose your balance. Thankfully that same person reaches out to catch your wrist, their sunglasses sliding down the bridge of their nose to the very tip--yet by some miracle, they don't fall off. Using strength that you did //not// expect them to have, they pull you back on your feet with ease. "Shit, I'm sorry about that--" There is a sudden hitch in their breathing when they pause mid-sentence. However, you're too busy brushing invisible dust off your clothes to see what the problem is. That is, until you look up, ready to apologize or reassure them--whichever one comes out faster--only to see a near-identical version of yourself looking back. Besides the longer hair. And the two centimeters they have on you. And the sunglasses and baseball hat. And there are probably some other things that your mind can't analyze properly because you have realized who this mystery person was. This...is Taylor Victory. !!<center>[[Coming up on the next episode of Swapped...|ch2sneakpeek]]</center>

<<notify 5s>>Your profile has been unlocked!<</notify>><<fadein 5s>>!Episode 2: The Deal !!!"That's too coincidental to be a coincidence." -- Yogi Berra You have never seen Taylor Victory's face before. Every time Maxie pointed out $hisher face in the movie theaters, you always blinked and missed it. A part of you was never truly disappointed that you missed out, but now...you wonder what would have happened if you did. Perhaps the shock coursing through you wouldn't feel as intense. You should //not// know what $heshe look$s like. But you do. You know as soon as you lock eyes with $himher. And if the comments do anything to paint you a picture, it's pretty easy to realize the spitting image before you. <ul> <li>[[It's unnerving...|ch2pg2]]</li> <li>[[This feels like a dream. A really weird one. You'd like to wake up now.|ch2pg2]]</li> <li>[[Your brain is taking too long to process what's going on.|ch2pg2]]</li> </ul><</fadein>>

!Info on People <ul> <li>[[Taylor Victory]]</li> <li>[[Maxie Yang]]</li> <li>[[Kelsey Lovelock]]</li> <li>???</li>  <<if hasVisited('ch2pg11rewrite')>><li>[[Atlas Victory]]</li><</if>> <<if hasVisited('ch2pg11rewrite')>><li>[[Valentia Hope]]</li><</if>> <li>??></li>  </ul> <center>[[Return to Diary.|Diary]]</center> <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

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You just barely manage to catch Maxie, grabbing $mhisher wrist to pull $mhimher towards you. This causes $mhimher to fall straight into your arms, much to the surprise of your racing heart. Your friend grabs both of your shoulders in an attempt to stabilize $mself. Your faces are so close that if you were to lean forward you would be kissing $mhimher. Which you aren't going to do! //Obviously.// Because this is your best friend and if you were to try and make a bold move then your friendship would be //ruined//. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would never speak to you again, you just know it-- Maxie exhales a shaky breath and leans away with a strained smile. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> hasn't let go of you yet, which doesn't help the butterflies go away. Your heart jumps to your throat, choking any words you could have said to break the suspense. "Sorry about that!" $mheshe says, voice high. Eyes flit everywhere but you. "I-It's okay." That's the best you can bring yourself to say. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> quickly lets go (you are disappointed once the touch is gone) to glare at a group of teens snickering at your previous positions. Your friend looks half a second away from strangling them. However, before you need to stop $mhimher, the bell rings. Soon enough, you are pushed into the busy hallway. Maxie sighs, opportunity for revenge gone. "Welp, I gotta run and find that project for Karen." "Good luck with //that//." "Yeah, thanks. I'll need it," $mheshe pats your shoulder, "I'll see you out front later, aight?" You watch as $mheshe leaves you. Your side feels particularly empty without $mhimher. [[Well then. Time for your next class.|ch1pg29]]

You just barely manage to catch Maxie's wrist, and even less when pulling $mhimher upright. For stability, Maxie grabs your shoulders for a brief moment. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> appears grateful, shooting you a bashful smile. "Thanks, $nickname." "No problem." Nearby, a group of students snicker, having witnessed Maxie's fall. You don't recognize any of them--juniors, you assume--but Maxie shoots them an icy glare regardless. Your friend looks about half a second away from strangling all of them, but you nudge $mhimher, catching $mhisher attention. At your knowing look, $mheshe relaxes $mhisher shoulders and sighs. "People find amusement in anything, don't they?" You can't help but sigh with $mhimher. Unfortunately you can't disagree. Once the bell rings, you and your friend are carried out of the cafeteria and into the now busy hallways. "Shit, I gotta run," Maxie says, eyes wide when $mheshe glances at the digital clock glued to the wall. "You don't mind if I leave now, right?" You shake your head. "It's alright. You have to find that project for Karen. Or she'll kill you." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> shivers. "Don't remind me of my possible death. With any luck, I'll see you out front after school." A pat on the shoulder is all you are given before $mheshe disappears among the crowd of students. Leaving you alone...again. [[You should head to your next class.|ch1pg29]]

Maxie hits the ground with a loud //oof//, catching the attention of some kids. Thankfully, $mheshe manages to brace $mself using $mhisher hands. It didn't look like it hurt, but only $mheshe knows that. You lean down to offer your hand. "Sorry I couldn't catch you in time." Maxie shakes $mhisher head, pulling $mself up with your help. "No sweat, it caught me off-guard, too. I really have to tie my shoes." <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> places $Mhisher feet on a chair to tie $mhisher shoes. A group of juniors not too far away from you snicker amongst themselves, clearly amused by the little "show" that just happened.Your friend notices at the same time, sharing a knowing glance with you. "Just ignore them," $mheshe grumbles, standing back up to $mhisher full height. "Bunch of stupid kids, anyway." Can't argue with that. The bell rings at the perfect moment, and you are literally //swept// out of the cafeteria and dumped into the busy hallway. "Oh //great//," Maxie groans, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. "I gotta get going and get that project for Karen." "Good luck with that." And in typical Maxie fashion, $mheshe rolls $mhisher eyes with a loud snort. "Wow, so //this// is why I'm glad to have an understanding friend like you." You are unable to suppress your amusement, "Liar, you love me." "Me? No, I hate you, actually." $mheshe does a poor job of hiding $mhisher embarrassed smile. "Um, anyways, I'll see you out front after school!" Before you blink twice, $mheshe is already off to appease Karen the False Goddess. Well then. [[Time for your next class.|ch1pg29]]

A shared silence falls upon you as Mulberry Street gets closer. It is not uncomfortable, but you hate that you don't know what to say. Maxie does not seem to mind, at least. "Thank God it's Friday," $mheshe sighs, stretching $mhisher arms over $mhisher head and yawning. "Are you free tomorrow? Maybe we can hang out, if you aren't busy." You shrug, eyes focused ahead. "Dunno. I'll have to see." For the past four years, you have found yourself busier than ever before. You have yet to be given a break, even when you are so close to the end of your senior year--and therefore high school. "I'll see" has become your typical answer. Actually...when was the last time you hung out with Maxie outside of school? From the way Maxie frowns, it must have been at least six months ago. Although $mheshe quickly replaces it with a smile that forces $mhisher lips apart. "Fair enough. Then I guess I'll see you on Monday, if not." Maxie gives you a two finger salute. "Talk to you later, $nickname!" And so $mheshe leaves you standing at the corner by yourself. Huh. For most of the day, you have been alone more often than not. How strange... Eventually, you force yourself to move and begin your trek home. It goes well at first; taking the scenic route brings a relaxing nature unlike the chaotic atmosphere of school, even if it is the longer way home. It gives you more time to be alone in your thoughts. The decision was definitely not made because you wanted to stall time. Not at all. You just //can't wait// to go back home to your empty house, devoid of parents too busy at work to come home before eight P.M. On the way back you pass by your old elementary school--named after some old guy who used to be the principal long before you came--and notice the vegetables and flowers growing in their garden. You reminisce over the science experiments you partook in. They were very simplistic compared to what high school forces kids to do. The rest of the way is the route little $nickname used to take with Maxie and $mhisher mother after school ended. However, it soon becomes clear that it is not a good day to be walking around. The humid air weighs down to the point where the heat becomes unbearable. It feels sticky. As it happens, your clothes end up soaked in sweat, and now your body is literally crying out for liquid. Do you have any? You turn around to reach in your backpack... ...but your water bottle is empty. //Great//. This is what happens when you don't take the school bus. Well then. You suppose there's no better time than the present to stop by a place you have not visited in a while. It's not that far, //and// it has air conditioning. The perfect place to cool off. [[You immediately make a detour to the local café you and Maxie used to frequent.|ch1pg36]]

You turn around, hoping you don't appear as flustered as you feel. The one and only //Kelsey Lovelock// approaches you with an awkward smile. A million thoughts are running through your head that you have to keep at bay. "Yeah?" //God,// do you hope your voice didn't sound squeaky. Kelsey is either too dense to notice the shift in tone or is too polite to point it out. Instead, $kheshe holds out a notebook. One you recognize all-too-well. "I found your notebook on my desk last period. I figured I should return it to you since I know who you are," Kelsey explains with a friendly smile. //KELSEY LOVELOCK KNOWS WHO YOU ARE???// Well, of course $kheshe would, $kheshe has helped you before. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> called out to you by your //name//. Why wouldn't $kheshe know you? Right now would be a good time to grow another brain cell to process this interaction. You immediately snatch the notebook out of Kelsey's hands, <<cycle "$kDoodle" autoselect>><<option "⟳ and //definitely// not because there are doodles of $khimher inside. Nope. No hearts or doodles whatsoever." true>><<option "⟳ though it's not like you have anything incriminating written in it. You just want the notebook back." false>><</cycle>> Kelsey, shocked and perhaps a little hurt, frowns when you do so. Crap, you have to clear up this misunderstanding. "Ah--sorry, it's just that I've been looking everywhere for this notebook." //No you weren't, you didn't even notice the stupid thing was gone until Kelsey brought it back.// "Thank you for finding it!" Kelsey goes back to smiling, much to your relief. A light pink hue dusts $khisher cheeks as $kheshe says, "You're welcome! You don't want to lose it, after all. Mr. Finkle is not a kind man when you lose the class materials." The both of you shiver at the thought. He would've had your //head// had you forgotten it at school. Thankfully, you still get to keep it. "Also...uh..." Kelsey runs a hand through $khisher hair, fidgeting with the strands. "I wanted to make sure Karen didn't, like, accuse you of flirting with me." You stare at $khimher, eyebrows raised. [[That is...certainly out of the blue.|ch1pg31]]

"That's me!" Wait, why did you say it like that? If you could facepalm yourself, you would. ...just not in front of Kelsey. "W-What's up?" Even your attempt at sounding nonchalant ends in stuttering. It might be time to run before it's too late. Oblivious to your inner dialogue, $kheshe holds out a notebook to you. One you recognize all-too-well. "I found your English notebook on my desk last period. I figured I should return it to you since I know who you are," Kelsey explains with a friendly smile. //Holy shit,// you had a feeling you left something other than that note in Finkle's room. You take it from $khimher, smiling mostly due to relief. "I didn't even notice it was gone! Thank you so much; if there's, like, any way I can make it up to you--" "Nah, it's fine," $kheshe waves you off. "Plus, you wouldn't want to lose it. Finkle would lose his mind if you did." You try not to shiver at the thought. Imagine an alternate reality where that could have happened. Mr. Finkle would have your //head//. Really, he'd probably have some device in the future that could do the job. "Also, uh..." For a moment, the popular <<if $kgender == "male">>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>> appears abnormally meek, running a hand through $khisher hair. "There's another reason why I wanted to talk to you for a sec. Has...my girlfriend accused you of flirting with me recently?" You stare at $khimher, eyebrows raised. [[What?|ch1pg31]]

"Kelsey?" The name feels foreign in your mouth--you suppose it's because you rarely say $khisher name out loud. Though you rarely speak to each other anyway, and Maxie never likes talking about Kelsey's friend group, Kelsey included. You raise an eyebrow at $khimher. "What's up?" Said <<if $kgender == "male">>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>> holds out a notebook to you. One you recognize almost instantaneously. "I found your English notebook on my desk last period. I figured I should return it to you since I know who you are," Kelsey explains with a friendly smile. And to think you could have left it had it not been for $khimher. You lunge to snatch the notebook out of $khisher hands, letting out a relieved sigh. "Thank you! I didn't even notice it was gone." Kelsey is stunned, hands frozen as if the notebook was still with $khimher. However, $kheshe quickly recovers and smiles amusingly. "No problem. You wouldn't want to leave it at school over the weekend, anyway. You know how FInkle will react." The implication otherwise sends a shiver down your spine. You would rather not entertain the thought of alternate realities where that did happen. A brief silence passes over before Kelsey continues. "Actually, I...uh..." $kheshe runs a hand through $khisher hair as an unexpected frown overtakes $khisher features. "There's something I wanted to ask you. And I know it's out of the blue, but...has Karen accused you of flirting with me recently?" You blink rapidly as if it'll help process the question better. Spoiler alert: it only leaves you confused. [[What?|ch1pg31]]

Kelsey asking you for your opinion on $khisher girlfriend was //definitely// not on your bingo card this year. "What...do you mean?" "Well," $kheshe sucks in a large breath, as if preparing you for some big news. "I saw her approach you and your friend at lunch today. And--I mean, like, it's not that I //don't// trust her, you know? I'm just...making sure that you're good and that she didn't accuse you of anything." <<print $khisher.toUpperFirst()>> dark brown eyes search your own $eyecolor eyes, looking for possible hints to your answer. "Please tell me the truth. Don't say what you think I want to hear." For some odd reason, you get the feeling that what you say could affect Kelsey and Karen's relationship. And maybe that isn't the worst thing to happen at Sunnyview High School. But do you really want to be the catalyst behind their breakup, if it comes to that? Or are you just another factor that pushes them closer to the edge? <ul> <li>[[''No, she didn't.'' You don't mention the incident in the cafeteria, either.|ch1pg32a]]</li> <li>[[''She didn't. Although she did force Maxie to do her project.''|ch1pg32b][$kelseyRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You shrug, deciding to be vague.|ch1pg32c][$kelseyRelationship -= 1]]</li> </ul>

"Really? That's good to hear." Kelsey seems to sag with relief. You find that suspicious, for some reason. Although it probably isn't a good idea to question $khimher, your ever-burning curiosity prevails over hesitation. "Why do you ask?" <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> chuckles out of nowhere, bordering on apprehensive. This entire interaction has you nervous, but you aren't going to apologize. "I...well..." The question hanging on your tongue tumbles out. "Has she done it before? Accused people of flirting with you, I mean." Judging by how fast $khisher eyebrows raise, you assume it's a yes. Kelsey looks ready to answer--or defend $kself, or Karen--but a familiar voice calls out to you. You don't need to turn around to know who it is. Maxie is near the door, at least ten feet away from you. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would only need to take a few strides in order to close the gap between you. Next to $mhimher is a purple-haired girl who you vaguely recognize as a friend of Maxie. <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>A pang in your chest suddenly hits as you observe them standing next to each other a //little// too closely for your comfort. Your mind can't help but bitterly note how good they look together.<</if>> Kelsey also looks at the source of the voice, before turning back to you with an exaggerated grin, "I guess that's my cue to leave. Hope you have a nice weekend." With a two finger salute, $kheshe turns around and disappears before you know it. No really, it's like Kelsey Lovelock had disappeared into thin air, because $kheshe is nowhere to be seen when you blink. Maxie closes the distance with an apologetic smile. Though there is curiosity burning in $mhisher eyes, like $mheshe wants to ask you what was up with Kelsey. "Sorry about the wait, I was talking to Mal about English." You wave it off. "That's alright. I don't mind." Maxie's shoulders relax. "Phew. I felt bad that I was making you wait so long, but we were ranting about how Finkle assigned a new book even though we have to do a research project for our previous one. It's literal bullshit. You've heard of the book before, I think..." And for a while, you listen as $mheshe explains, commenting only when necessary. You could listen to Maxie talk forever. Somehow $mheshe can make gossip and short stories sound entertaining, never failing to make you laugh with an occasional joke or two. [[It's nice.|ch1pg33]]

You would think Kelsey would at least be surprised by this news. Or at the very least, //pretend// $kheshe was. Except you weren't expecting $khimher to //just// say, "I see." It's if $kheshe is too familiar with this type of behavior from $khisher girlfriend. Which shouldn't be so surprising in theory. Seeing as how Kelsey is constantly surrounded by $khisher...other popular friends, their influence on $khimher has most likely spread to $khimher. Has Kelsey ever forced someone to do $kself homework before? Actually...you would prefer not to know the real answer to that. "What do you mean? That's it?" So much for subtlety. It appears that masking your surprise in front of someone like Kelsey is impossible. A part of you wants to bury your body six feet under to save yourself the embarrassment. The other secretly anticipates $khisher response. There is a sudden tension that wasn't there before. Kelsey suddenly frowns, as if it is hard for $khimher to answer the question. "Yeah? I mean, it's...nothing, really." This only leaves you furrowing your eyebrows at the questionable genuineness of $khisher words. Kelsey offers a small smile that does anything //but// reassure you. "Forget it--thanks for letting me know. I'll talk to her about it." You can practically hear the emptiness in $khisher promise. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> will probably forget about it over the weekend, and if you ever manage to get another chance to ask $khimher about it, any recollection of it will have escaped $khisher mind by then. Before you can make up your mind on pressing the issue, a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts. You don't need to turn around to know who it belongs to. Maxie is near the door, at least ten feet away from you. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would only need to take a few strides in order to close the gap between you. Next to $mhimher is a purple-haired girl who you vaguely recognize as a friend of Maxie. <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>There is a pang in your chest as you look at the two of them standing next to each other a //little// too close for your comfort. Your mind can't help but bitterly note how good they look together.<</if>> Kelsey looks between you and your best friend, getting the hint before you have to say it. "Well, uhm, I think I should get going. Hope you have a nice weekend." By the time you turn around, $kheshe is already off and jogging away before you can call out to stop $khimher. Not that you were going to. Maxie gets close enough to where you can spot the curious twinkle in $mhisher eyes. Instead of asking what is clearly on $mhisher mind, however, $mheshe says, "Sorry about the wait, I was talking to Mal about English." You shrug, following Maxie as $mheshe heads towards the four-way intersection. "It's alright. I don't mind." Maxie's shoulders relax. "Oh, phew. I felt bad that I was making you wait so long, but we were ranting about how Finkle assigned a new book even though we have to do a research project for our previous one. It's literal bullshit. You've heard of the book before, I think..." And for a while, you listen as $mheshe explains, commenting only when necessary. You could listen to Maxie talk forever. Somehow $mheshe can make gossip and short stories sound entertaining, never failing to make you laugh with an occasional joke or two. [[It's nice.|ch1pg33]]

You aren't quite sure why you do this, though. Maybe there is a small part of you that hopes Kelsey understands the insinuation behind your words. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> is surely smart enough to understand, after all. Or maybe you just did it for the hell of it. Who knows? Besides you, of course. But even then, you don't have a clue yourself. Either way, it becomes crystal clear that what you meant to imply has completely flown over $khisher head, for $kheshe is now frowning. With narrowed eyes. //At you.// Shit, that is not a good sign-- Quick, you need to throw a distraction before $kheshe says something! "Why exactly do you ask?" Wait, what? Not that! Anything but that! It's official: the train of rational thought has steered off the tracks. Kelsey takes a step back, as if $kheshe had been physically hurt by the question. //Way to go, you.// "It's...it's nothing. I was just curious." <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> isn't convincing--quite the opposite, in fact--but it's probably for the best that you do not push it. Opening a can of worms on a Friday afternoon after school doesn't sound very appealing. Especially since it has to do with Kelsey. Before you concern yourself with continuing the now-awkward conversation, a familiar voice thankfully breaks through the tense atmosphere. Maxie stands close to the entrance of the school, at least ten feet away. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would only need to take a few strides in order to close the gap between you. You swear to worship whoever it was that pushed your best friend to come out at this exact moment. There's no way $mheshe suddenly decided to appear out of nowhere. Next to $mhimher is a purple-haired girl who you vaguely remember as a friend of Maxie. She must be why $mheshe took so long, but it's not like you care all that much. <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>Although...there is a pang in your chest as you look at the two of them standing closely to each other.<</if>> As if finally connecting the dots, Kelsey takes a step backwards. "I guess that's my cue to leave," $kheshe says, giving you a smile that doesn't quite reach $khisher eyes. "I hope you have a nice weekend." With a final salute, $kheshe turns around and walks off. You'd watch $khimher leave for longer than is probably necessary if Maxie didn't pat your shoulder to get your attention. When you meet $mhisher gaze, there is a curious twinkle as if $mheshe wants to ask you what exactly went down between you and Kelsey. But instead, $mheshe says, "Sorry for the wait, I was talking to Mal about English." You shrug, following Maxie as $mheshe heads towards the four-way intersection. Hopefully the relief of not having to talk about Kelsey doesn't show. "It's alright. I don't mind." Maxie's shoulders relax. "Phew, thank goodness. I felt bad that I made you wait so long, but we were ranting about how Finkle assigned a new book even though we have to do a research project for our previous one. It's actual bullshit I tell you. You've heard of the book before, I think..." And for a while, you listen as $mheshe explains, commenting only when necessary. You could listen to Maxie talk forever. Somehow $mheshe can make gossip and short stories sound entertaining, never failing to make you laugh with an occasional joke or two. [[It's nice.|ch1pg33]]

At some point, Maxie <<if $mgender == "male">>takes out a Rubik's Cube from $mhisher pocket. You watch, hypnotized, as $mheshe flips the sides with practiced ease. It's mesmerizing to watch, especially when you know for sure that $mheshe will solve it no matter how scrambled it is. <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> personal record is a minute and fifty-three seconds, but ever since that fateful August day, $mheshe hasn't been able to reach that same time since.<<else>>begins to fiddle with something in $mhisher pocket. As soon as $mheshe takes it out you immediately recognize it as $mhisher favorite blue pencil. To most it seems ordinary, but Maxie has claimed that it has given $mhimher the ability to do well on tests.<<endif>> In the meantime, you could probably ask $mhimher some questions while you walk. You still have a while before you reach the corner of Mulberry Street. And with how focused Maxie looks, it's going to be a silent walk if you don't say anything... <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch1pg34a')>>You already asked this question.<<else>>[[How has your day been?|ch1pg34a]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch1pg34b')>>You already asked this question.<<else>>[[Did you ever find that project for Karen?|ch1pg34b]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch1pg34c')>>You already asked this question.<<else>>[[How is Mal?|ch1pg34c]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch1pg34d')>>You already asked this question. <<else>>[[Maxie asks you the question you have been dreading about Kelsey.|ch1pg34d]]<<endif>></li> </ul><<if hasVisited('ch1pg34a') and hasVisited('ch1pg34b') and hasVisited('ch1pg34c') and hasVisited('ch1pg34d')>>[[Oh, it seems that you have arrived at Mulberry Street.|ch1pg35]]<</if>>

The question has become a staple to break the tension, so you might as well make some conversation out of it. "How has your day been so far?" Maxie looks away from $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>Rubik's Cube<<else>>pencil<<endif>> and at you with a strange smile. It is hard to tell what exactly $mheshe is thinking, but certainly nothing good considering what you know about $mhimher. "It's good. Could be going better, but I'd say it's good. You?" "Good, but...what do you mean it could be better?" Did something happen that you aren't aware of? For the first time today, Maxie scratches the back of $mhisher neck--a nervous tic of $mhishers. With how silent $mheshe becomes after you throw out the question, you doubt $mheshe will respond properly. Maxie mutters, "No, it's just...you know, school." Like a disappointed parent would, you fold your arms and stare at $mhimher, unimpressed. As if to avoid your burning stare, Maxie starts to play with $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>Rubik's Cube<<else>>pencil<<endif>>, suddenly appearing fascinated with it. [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

"So," you begin. "Did you ever find that project for Karen?" "Yep," $mheshe nods, pausing $mhisher fidgeting to answer the question properly. "Turns out Ms. M put it in a safe spot since she knew that it was...'mine.' I ran to drop it off at Karen's class before going to my own right as the bell rang. I have no idea how I'm still alive." You try to laugh, but it comes out dry. Awkward situations like this make it hard for you to offer consoling words, even if they are empty. Yet as the best friend of Maxie, you feel obligated to give some reassurance to $mhimher. "Well, I'm glad you're still here." "I guess that's one thing I should be grateful for," Maxie snorts, carefully stepping over a crack in the sidewalk. You walk on it. <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> attention returns to $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>Rubik's Cube<<else>>pencil<<endif>>, looking everywhere but you. You press your lips together. It sucks that Maxie has to go through such bullying from Karen and you can't do anything about it. But the principal wouldn't do anything about it. //Nobody// would do anything since the "help" your school offers does anything but //actually// help. [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

"So, you were talking to Mal. How is she?" <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>It is a casual question, yet your teeth grind together while trying to form the words.<</if>> <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> smiles, giving you a little shrug. This certainly was not a question $mheshe had expected you to ask. "Mal? Uhm, she's doing okay." For a second, Maxie looks as though something is on $mhisher mind. The unfamiliar look fades as quick as it came. "Though something has been off with her lately. Like, whenever we speak she always seems distracted. It's weird." "Weird how?" You frown. The gears turn in your head, but no conclusion comes about. "I don't know. She'll just stare at me, stone-faced, not even blinking once, until I clap in front of her or something," Maxie looks down at $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>Rubik's Cube<<else>>pencil<<endif>>. "But it doesn't matter. She wouldn't tell me if I asked." Strange. Why do you feel there is something more to it? <<if $maxieRomance gte 1>>And why do you feel so sweaty--nervous?--just thinking about...no, you should stop before your mind wanders off into uncharted territory.<</if>> [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

"So..." Maxie's voice is quiet, as if $mheshe is concerned about breaking the calm atmosphere. "Why were you talking to Kelsey Lovelock?" Well, you can't say you didn't see it coming. That doesn't mean you //want// to answer the question. But Maxie enjoys being a pest until the answer is prodded out of you. Sooner or later, $mheshe will get the truth with whatever method $mheshe can come up with. Which is why, instead of teasing $mhimher or deflecting, you tell Maxie everything, including the question Kelsey had asked concerning Karen. Once you finish, Maxie goes quiet. <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> hands have begun to play with the <<if $mgender == "male">>small squares that make up the larger cube, rubbing each one as $mheshe remains deep in thought.<<else>>blue pencil, turning it slowly as $mheshe remains deep in thought.<<endif>> A perpetual frown sits on $mhisher face, and the longer it stays the more uncomfortable you feel. "That's weird." Realizing $mheshe does not make sense, $mheshe adds, "I mean, you know...the whole asking you about $khisher girlfriend thing." <ul> <li>[[That's what you were thinking as well.|ch1pg34da]]</li> <li>[[Well, it wasn’t that weird.|ch1pg34db]]</li> <li>[[Honestly, you don’t care.|ch1pg34dc]]</li> <li>[[But you don't care about that. What matters is the fact that KELSEY LOVELOCK spoke to you. – ♥|ch1pg34dd][$kelseyRomance += 1]]</li> </ul>

"That's what I was thinking. Even when I asked $khimher why $kheshe asked, $kheshe ignored the question. There's definitely something going on between them." Maxie practically lights up like a Christmas tree at your response. "Exactly, great minds think alike!" <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> turns $mhisher gaze towards the sky, staring down at the sun who peeks through the clouds. "Imagine: the powerful, popular couple breaking up. What a glorious moment it would--will--be to witness their dramatic downfall." "You're just jealous," you tease. Maxie sticks $mhisher tongue out playfully. "Am not." A certain emotion glimmers in $mhisher eyes, but it is not one you recognize. [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

Your nose scrunches up as you think back to Kelsey's words. You never thought much of it. Sure, it was strange $kheshe asked, and more so when $kheshe dodged your question, but that's all it was. A question left unanswered. Everyone has their secrets. Kelsey is entitled to $khisher own, so who are you to pry further into $khisher personal life? Plus, Kelsey wouldn't have told you even if you pushed it. You're not that close with $khimher to know all of $khisher secrets. "I didn't think it was that weird." Maxie's eyes widen at your question, and $mheshe places a hand on $mhisher chest like an actor pretending to die. Except it's entirely exaggerated and you're pretty sure the actor is //not// supposed to laugh while faking their death. "What? Your idea of weird is...weird." <<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> dramatic pose nearly causes you to laugh, but you reign it in enough to roll your eyes at Maxie. "I think you're weird." Still, a smile slips out. Clearly you do not do a good job of hiding your amusement, as $mhisher sunny smile grows smug. [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

You shrug, "I don't care, to be honest with you." Maxie balks at your nonchalant reply, jaw dropping just wide enough for bugs to go in and out as they please. Not...quite the reaction you had expected, but it's amusing. "What? You're not even a //tiny// bit curious? What about a //little?// No?" Eh, you shake your head. While there must be a reason as to why $kheshe asked, you don't want to concern yourself with the most popular couple at school and their relationship issues. That's their problem, not yours. Your nonverbal response stuns Maxie--$mheshe pauses in the middle of the sidewalk. After a while, $mheshe looks back at $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>cube<<else>>pencil<<endif>>. "Huh. An interesting take." You get the feeling that even after you part ways, Kelsey's question will continue to weigh on $mhisher mind for the next few days. Is it really that deep? [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

Kelsey asking you about $khisher girlfriend's wellbeing was //strange//, to say the least, but this was the first time in a while since you spoke to each other alone. No best friends or mates hovering over your shoulder, or a girlfriend literally throwing herself over Kelsey's shoulders. It was really nice, even if the butterflies in your stomach threatened to spill your lunch onto $khisher sneakers. A part of you can't help but replay the memory again in your head. Going through your word choices, remembering $khisher comments and answers. Obsessing over the little things and features, like how <<if $kgender == "male">>$khisher eyes crinkle at the corners when $kheshe smiles or laughs<<else>>$khisher eyes light up every time $kheshe makes eye contact with you<<endif>>, or when $kheshe is nervous $kheshe runs $khisher hand through $khisher hair. You aren't sure how long you spend wandering around in these dreamy thoughts, but you must have had a stupid smile on your face for Maxie to look at you with such mocking disgust. Or, well, you think it is disgust. You aren't exactly sure why Maxie's lips are turned more downward than $mhisher typical frown, or why the crease between $mhisher forehead deepens. Either way, you know your best friend is joking at how lovestruck you look. ...maybe you should switch the topic before teasing ensues. [[Return to the questioning.|ch1pg33]]

!ACHIEVEMENT NAMES !!Chapter Names Wait, //Taylor Victory//?? - Chapter 1 ($achieve01) Deal with the Devil(?) - Chapter 2 ($achieve02) Annie and Hallie - Chapter 3 ($achieve03) Neglected, Abandoned, and Alone - Chapter 4 ($achieve04) First Day Complete! - Chapter 5 ($achieve05) Close Calls and Revelations - Chapter 6 ($achieve06) Happy Birthday! - Chapter 7 ($achieve07) Hands Thrown - Chapter 8 ($achieve08) Prom Crowned - Chapter 9 ($achieve09) Permanent Return - Chapter 10 ($achieve10) !!Achievements Through Choice Names One Too Many Times - Tried to call Taylor's number too many times to no avail. At least you can say you tried...? ($achieve27) Father Bonding Time - Watched //Two Moons// with your father. ($achieve28) Moving On - You have finally moved on from your crush on Kelsey. ($achieve11) Surprise! - You were thrown a party by your friends! ($achieve12) Since When? - Maxie confessed $mhisher feelings for you on your birthday ($achieve13) It's a Lovely Night - Stargaze with Taylor and learn a little more about $hisher past ($achieve14) WHAT DID TAYLOR DO?! - Find out about the fight through social media ($achieve15) Prom Shopping - Get dragged by Taylor, involuntary or not, to go looking for prom outfits ($achieve16) Not Who You Think I Am - Confess to Peyton about who you truly are ($achieve17) Confession to Make - Confess to Maxie about who you truly are ($achieve18) You Admit It - Tell the school about your switch ($achieve19) Taylor Admits It - Taylor reveals who they are and your switch to the school ($achieve20) What are the Chances - Huh, who would have thought Kelsey was even //interested// in you? ($achieve21) Looks Like Kelsey is Single Again - Break up the most popular couple at school. ($achieve22) You Can Do That? - This was an Easter Egg, so the fact that you figured this out goes to show how crazy you are at the game. Might do something where I scatter coins through the game. It can't be chapter 1, so it probably won't be in 10. So it will only show up in the other chapters through very specific choices. Treasure Hunter - Collect all 8 coins throughout the game! ($achieve26) !!Romance Names Requited Unrequited Love - For romancing Maxie Yang ($achieve23) Returned in the End - For romancing Kelsey Lovelock ($achieve24) Warmed Up - For romancing Peyton Ryans ($achieve25) The Star is Hot - For romancing Taylor Victory [ SECRET ]

You have your phone on you. You are currently equipped with your bag. You have $money dollars on you. <<if hasVisited('ch2pg17')>>You currently have $coinCounter out of a possible 8. <</if>> <center>[[Return to Diary.|Diary]]</center> <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

!Achievements You have $achieveNumber out of 28 total achievements! <<if $achieveNumber == 0>>You currently do not have any achievements.<</if>><<if $achieve01 is true>>Wait, //Taylor Victory//??: Who would have thought you'd meet $himher? <</if>><<if $achieve02 is true>>Deal with the Devil(?): The trajectory of your life has permanently changed after meeting Taylor Victory. And now that your parents have dropped a bombshell, what else could go wrong?<</if>><<if $achieve27 is true>> One Too Many Times: Tried to call Taylor's number too many times to no avail. At least you can say you tried...<</if>><<if $achieve28 is true>> Father Bonding Time: Watched //Two Moons// with your father.<</if>> <center>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</center>

!To-Do List - In the future, will include the option to select a nickname where MC is not content with it and would rather prefer that others do not use it. <center>❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜</center> This isn't really something I need to fix right now, but Zee was talking to me about how they dislike Kelsey for staying with Karen. They seem to know that Karen is a "bad" person yet they stay with them anyway. I want to add onto that with this: Kelsey only sees it as Karen being possessive of Kelsey. That's all it is. A lot of high schoolers feel pressured to have a partner even when they don't really like them as much as their partner does. I think that is what Kelsey has, but I guess I never thought of it that way. And it's true especially since they are a popular kid. Also Zee mentions that Kelsey knows that Karen goes around forcing people to do her homework, but to be honest they think that is the norm. They don't know that it's actually a bad thing since all of their friends do it (and I have yet to figure out if they do that too). Some popular kids end up breaking down because they have the pressure from their friends to be perfect since they cannot be a "loser". Thus you need to be perfect in order for everyone to envy you, and why Kelsey wants to be the perfect couple to be admired by. They really just need some love, honestly. Zee suggests that I have MC or Maxie snap at Kelsey. Since they have never been in the formers' shoes, they don't see the effects they have on kids outside of their perfect bubble. Honestly I lowkey want Taylor to snap at Kelsey for MC and MC can have a breakdown about it or something.

Okay. You think you have everything you need. Emphasis on //think//. If you don't...well, that is a problem for future you to deal with. With a final glance around your bedroom, you scoop up your backpack on the way out. It is heavy, but you have been lugging it around for three years now. The weight does not surprise you anymore. Various photos of you and your parents line the stairwell walls as you pass by them. Most of them were taken in recent years, but there, at the end of the stairs, is a single baby photo of you. It seemed like just yesterday you could barely walk. Now, so close to graduating high school, it feels like time has slipped away so...quickly. You look away, suddenly embarrassed at how outdated it is. In the dining room, so small it barely counts as an actual dining room, your parents sit at the table in utter silence. The sun filters through the glass windows, setting the lighting to a soft yellow hue. It looks almost picturesque, if the walls weren't the same shade of yellow. Coffee mugs and plates of food are laid out before the two of them. Your father has yet to touch anything, eyes focused on the paper newspaper in his hands. Even after you showed him the world of digital news, he refuses to use his phone to read the latest. Your mother is taking a sip from her coffee while she scrolls through her phone. It takes but a second for her to lift her head and recognize your presence. Your father looks up a beat later and meets your $eyecolor eyes. He offers a light nod. He rarely smiles, if at all. You can't remember the last time you saw one on his face. Your mother, on the other hand, grins when she gestures to the table. "Have something to eat before you leave, dear." The pet name warms your heart; yet at the same time, a wave of bitterness overtakes your tongue. She had always insisted on using the nickname despite your protests. <ul> <li>[[She doesn't even bother calling you her son, always referring to you in public as "dear." (Sets pronouns to he/him)|ch1pg7][$gender to "male", $heshe to "he", $himher to "him", $hisher to "his", $hishers to "his", $self to "himself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to false]]</li> <li>[[You don't think she has referred to you as her daughter, either. (Sets pronouns to she/her)|ch1pg7][$gender to "female", $heshe to "she", $himher to "her", $hisher to "her", $hishers to "hers", $self to "herself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to false]]</li> <li>[[Sometimes you wonder if she noticed that you are no longer her "son" anymore. (Sets pronouns to she/her)|ch1pg7][$gender to "female", $heshe to "she", $himher to "her", $hisher to "her", $hishers to "hers", $self to "herself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to true]]</li> <li>[[It would not surprise you if she has yet to realize that you are not her "daughter" anymore. (Sets pronouns to he/him)|ch1pg7][$gender to "male", $heshe to "he", $himher to "him", $hisher to "his", $hishers to "his", $self to "himself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to true]]</li> <li>[[The neutrality of the term is nice, but for her to acknowledge that you are neither her "son" nor her "daughter"...that would be better. (Sets pronouns to they/them)|ch1pg7][$gender to "person", $heshe to "they", $himher to "them", $hisher to "their", $hishers to "theirs", $self to "themself", $s to "", $isare to "are", $plural to true, $trans to true]]</li> </ul>

You do your best to repress the rising bile in your throat. <<if $trans is true>>You haven't come out to your parents about your transition, so it makes sense that they don't know or have noticed. A part of you surmises their suspicions. It could explain why they have never referred to you by name and only as "my kid." Perhaps someday you will have the courage to tell them and officially come out.<<else>>It hurts that your parents don't even call you by your name anymore, as if they are purposely avoiding calling you by such--a part of you wonders why not. Sometimes you think they don't remember what your name //is//.<<endif>> Your stomach grumbles, taking you out of your reverie. Right, something to eat... As if drawn in by a magnetic field, your eyes slide to meet your mother's unwavering stare. It is almost unnerving how it is as sharp as a hawk. You almost cannot bring yourself to look away, but you manage. A glance at your father tells you that he has resumed reading his newspaper, offering no help as always. You have enough time to stuff one thing down your throat...if you wanted to. Perhaps you will take... <ul> <li>[[A piece of bread.|ch1pg8a]]</li> <li>[[A piece of bacon.|ch1pg8a]]</li> <li>[[A handful of cereal. And no, you are not a monster.|ch1pg8a]]</li> <li>[[A granola bar.|ch1pg8a]]</li> <li>[[Some fruit lying around. You didn't exactly see what it was.|ch1pg8a]]</li> <li>[[Actually, you think you will just skip breakfast entirely.|ch1pg8b]]</li> </ul>

The smile on your mother's face brightens when you grab something to eat. It doesn't matter how you eat it--as long as there is something in your stomach, she will be satisfied. It only takes a few seconds to gobble it up and rush towards the front door. Your parents don't call you out for your speed; they know you are late. Almost as though it was an afterthought, you throw out a thank you to your mother. She scolded you once for leaving the table without a word, and ever since you have avoided drawing her ire again. "I gotta get going, thanks for the food, bye!" You throw the front door open, the smell of pollen flooding your senses. <<cycle "$pollenAllergy" autoselect>><<option "⟳ It elicits a sneeze out of you, try as you might to hold it back." true>><<option "⟳ Luckily, you are not allergic to pollen." false>><</cycle>> "Have a good day at school!" Your mother calls out to you. The sound is faint, but just loud enough to hear it. "I will!" //No you won't.// "See you guys later." Right as you are about to leave, you decide to wait for your dad's voice to see if he will say something this time--a goodbye, perhaps, or anything that acknowledges your leaving. It never comes. With a defeated sigh, you close the door behind you and hit the pavement running. Your parents always lock the door on their way to work, though there is not much concern for burglaries when you live in a quiet town like Sunnyview. Though the thought about burglaries is second to how you don't know what time it is. Not that you have to look at one to check. No clock needs to remind you that you are //late//. //[[Shit, you are SO screwed.|ch1pg9]]//

After doing the brief calculation in your head, you shake your head and begin to turn away. Your mother frowns and you don't need to turn around to know that. "Hey, you need to eat something before you go!" "I'm running late--I don't have time to eat," you say with practiced ease. Many times you have gone without breakfast when time is not on your side. Today is one of those days. Thus, you saw the protest from your mother a mile away and prepared a response in advance. With your statement dropped, it's best to get going before she can form an argument. Unless you want to get pulled into a lecture about the importance of good nutrition... Yeah, not today. A fresh breeze blows inside the house, carrying along with it some pollen. You almost regret opening the door so quickly. <<cycle "$pollenAllergy" autoselect>><<option "⟳ It elicits a sneeze out of you, try as you might to hold it back." true>><<option "⟳ Luckily, you are not allergic to pollen." false>><</cycle>> You hesitate, your mind screaming at you to start running before it's too late, before calling out, "See you guys later!" A part of you almost wants to wait for your dad's response... "Come back here!" Your mother’s voice sounds out from the dining room instead. ...yeah okay, forget it. You quickly step outside and shut the door behind you. Your mother unfortunately happens to run fast--it could be because she used to do track--so now would be a good time to try and catch up to the bus. Your feet hit the ground running. What time is it? Well, not that it matters. [[After all, you are almost certainly screwed.|ch1pg9]]

<div class="nameDisplay">$mname Yang</div> Also known as: Maxie, Your Best Friend Birthday: June 12th Age: 17 Traits: Kind, reliable, obsessive, envious, protective (especially for you) <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div></center> Your best friend for as long as you can remember. Your mom has pictures of the two of you playing around and slapping each other's puffy cheeks, wherever she is hiding them. God, you can't imagine a life without $mhimher. Could you have survived elementary school without $mhimher? Middle school? High school? Yet $mhisher parents are pushing Maxie to apply for major colleges--places you know you will not be able to attend or afford. To see $mhimher and you part ways...no, you would rather avoid thinking about it. Looks: <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> has dark brown, almond-shaped eyes and a soft, dimpled smile. <<if $mgender == "male">>His black hair is short and parted down the middle. Typically, Maxie adds a little hair mousse to keep it looking straight or wavy depending on what he feels like.<<else>>Her black, wavy hair reaches her chest, and she often keeps it loose despite being told to tie it up for convenience.<<endif>> Has olive skin that will occasionally break out with acne, but that's nothing medicine can't fix! Although the only little distinguishment about $mhimher is the small beauty mark close to $mhisher right eye. Typical Outfit: Casual preppy, though $mheshe likes to spice things up every now and then, just for the hell of it. Height: Although Maxie insists 5'7.5" is $mhisher real height, most people accept 5'7", much to $mhisher dismay. Likes: Mythology, congee, $mhisher <<if $mgender == "male">>Rubik's Cube<<else>>lucky blue pen<<endif>>, coding, and astrology. And you, $mhisher best friend. Dislikes: Liars, people who take forever to get to the main point, speaking in public, dolls, the dark, germs, and super sharp objects like knives. Maxie also despises the taste of salt and vinegar chips, tomatoes, and coffee. Current notes on $mhimher: <<if hasVisited("noteMaxie")>>$maxieNotes<<else>>There is nothing here so far...<<endif>> <ul> <li>[[(✎) Write some notes on Maxie Yang.|noteMaxie]]</li> <li>[[Return to Info on People.|Info on People]]</li> <li>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</li> </ul>

!MC JUMPSTART !!!"Plot is what keeps you going when you read a story, character is what stays with you." --Ann Charters ➥ What is your first name? <<textbox "$name" "Type in your name here...">> ➥ Do you have a nickname? If you do not, just retype in your name! <<textbox "$nickname" "Type in your nickname here...">> ➥ Has your name always been your name? <<cycle "$deadName" autoselect>><<option "⟳ Yes, it has always been your name." false>><<option "⟳ No, it has not always been your name." true>><</cycle>> ➥ What is your last name? <<textbox "$lastname" "Type in your last name here...">> ➥ You have <<cycle "$haircut" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ buzzed" "buzzed">> <<option "⟳ short" "short">> <<option "⟳ chin-length" "chin-length">> <<option "⟳ shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "⟳ mid-length" "mid-length">> <<option "⟳ long" "long">> <<option "⟳ very long" "very long">> <</cycle>>, <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ straight" "straight">> <<option "⟳ wavy" "wavy">> <<option "⟳ curly" "curly">> <<option "⟳ coily" "coily">> <<option "⟳ dreadlocks-styled" "dreadlocks">> <<option "⟳ cornrows-styled" "cornrows">> <</cycle>>, <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ black" "black">> <<option "⟳ dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "⟳ chestnut brown" "chestnut brown">> <<option "⟳ light brown" "light brown">> <<option "⟳ auburn" "auburn">> <<option "⟳ ginger" "ginger">> <<option "⟳ strawberry blonde" "strawberry blonde">> <<option "⟳ dirty blonde" "dirty blonde">> <<option "⟳ golden blonde" "golden blonde">> <<option "⟳ platinum blonde" "platinum blonde">> <<option "⟳ ash blonde" "ash blonde">> <</cycle>> hair, <<cycle "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ black" "black">> <<option "⟳ brown" "brown">> <<option "⟳ blue" "blue">> <<option "⟳ green" "green">> <<option "⟳ gray" "gray">> <<option "⟳ hazel" "hazel">> <<option "⟳ amber" "amber">> <</cycle>> eyes, and <<cycle "$skintone" autoselect>> <<option "⟳ pale" "pale">> <<option "⟳ peach" "peach">> <<option "⟳ fair" "fair">> <<option "⟳ olive" "olive">> <<option "⟳ tan" "tan">> <<option "⟳ bronze" "bronze">> <<option "⟳ light brown" "light brown">> <<option "⟳ dark brown" "dark brown">> <<option "⟳ ebony" "ebony">> <</cycle>> skin. ➥ You <<cycle "$glasses" autoselect>><<option "⟳ wear glasses." true>><<option "⟳ do not wear glasses." false>><</cycle>> ➥ As you were running late for school, <<cycle "$makeup" autoselect>><<option "⟳ you decided to skip wearing makeup entirely since you never wear it anyway." "no">><<option "⟳ you decided to skip wearing makeup, though you usually would on any other day." "sometimes">><<option "⟳ you decided to put on makeup real quick--you always do, anyway." "yes">><</cycle>> ➥ Your clothing style is typically <<cycle "$outfit" autoselect>><<option "⟳ casual: a t-shirt depicting a classic meme, jeans, and sneakers" "casual">><<option "⟳ athletic: track jacket, a light shirt, jogging pants, and tennis shoes" "athletic">><<option "⟳ 80s leather style: leather jacket, plain white shirt, dark blue jeans, and boots to match" "80s leather style">><<option "⟳ all black: black hoodie, black pants, and black shoes" "all black">><<option "⟳ academic: turtleneck, plaid pants, and loafers" "academic">><<option "⟳ colorful: a tie-dye shirt, brightly colored pants, and mismatched shoes" "colorful">><<option "⟳ grunge: flannel shirt on top of a band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and black kicks" "grunge">><</cycle>>. ➥ In terms of height, you are... <<radiobutton "$height" "very tall">> Very tall. (6'5" or taller) <<radiobutton "$height" "tall">> Tall. (5'11" - 6'4") <<radiobutton "$height" "average">> Average. (5'5" - 5'10") <<radiobutton "$height" "short">> Short. (5'0" - 5'4") <<radiobutton "$height" "very short">> Very short. (4'11" or shorter) ➥ Do you have a pollen allergy? <<cycle "$pollenAllergy" autoselect>><<option "⟳ Yes." true>><<option "⟳ No." false>><</cycle>> ➥ You only get this option if you select the heart option upon meeting Kelsey after school. If you did not, please select no. So, did you doodle Kelsey in your notebook? <<cycle "$kDoodle" autoselect>><<option "⟳ ...yes, you did." true>><<option "⟳ No, you never did." false>><</cycle>> ➥ What did you order for your drink? <<cycle "$drink1" autoselect>><<option "⟳ Coffee." "coffee">><<option "⟳ Tea." "tea">><<option "⟳ Juice." "juice">><<option "⟳ Water." "water">><<option "⟳ Lemonade." "lemonade">><<option "⟳ Smoothie." "smoothie">><<option "⟳ Milkshake." "milkshake">><</cycle>> ➥ What did you order for your choice of food, if you decided to? <<cycle "$food1" autoselect>><<option "⟳ You did not get anything to eat." "none">><<option "⟳ Cookie." "cookie">><<option "⟳ Brownie." "brownie">><<option "⟳ Croissant." "croissant">><<option "⟳ Muffin." "muffin">><<option "⟳ Donut." "donut">><<option "⟳ Sandwich." "sandwich">><<option "⟳ Soup." "soup">><<option "⟳ Salad." "salad">><<option "⟳ Bagel." "bagel">><</cycle>> And finally...your mother rarely calls you by your first name. <ul> <li>[[She doesn't even bother calling you her son, always referring to you in public as "dear." (Sets pronouns to he/him)|RO Jumpstart][$gender to "male", $heshe to "he", $himher to "him", $hisher to "his", $hishers to "his", $self to "himself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to false]]</li> <li>[[You don't think she has referred to you as her daughter, either. (Sets pronouns to she/her)|RO Jumpstart][$gender to "female", $heshe to "she", $himher to "her", $hisher to "her", $hishers to "hers", $self to "herself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to false]]</li> <li>[[Sometimes you wonder if she noticed that you are no longer her "son" anymore. (Sets pronouns to she/her)|RO Jumpstart][$gender to "female", $heshe to "she", $himher to "her", $hisher to "her", $hishers to "hers", $self to "herself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to true]]</li> <li>[[It would not surprise you if she has yet to realize that you are not her "daughter" anymore. (Sets pronouns to he/him)|RO Jumpstart][$gender to "male", $heshe to "he", $himher to "him", $hisher to "his", $hishers to "his", $self to "himself", $s to "s", $isare to "is", $plural to false, $trans to true]]</li> <li>[[The neutrality of the term is nice, but for her to acknowledge that you are neither her "son" nor her "daughter"...that would be better. (Sets pronouns to they/them)|RO Jumpstart][$gender to "person", $heshe to "they", $himher to "them", $hisher to "their", $hishers to "theirs", $self to "themself", $s to "", $isare to "are", $plural to true, $trans to true]]</li> </ul>

!RO Jumpstart Since you already have met Maxie Yang and Kelsey Lovelock in the first episode, you can only choose their genders. Perhaps one day I will also include Peyton once I write in their introduction in Episode 3. !!<<liveblock>>$mname Yang<</liveblock>> <center><<link "He/him Pronouns">><<set $mname to "Maxwell"; $mheshe to "he"; $mhimher to "him"; $mhisher to "his"; $mhishers to "his"; $mself to "himself"; $mgender to "male">><<update>><</link>> <<link "She/her Pronouns">><<set $mname to "Maxine"; $mheshe to "she"; $mhimher to "her"; $mhisher to "her"; $mhishers to "hers"; $mself to "herself"; $mgender to "female">><<update>><</link>> <<liveblock>>Maxie Yang's gender is currently $mgender.<</liveblock>></center> !!Kelsey Lovelock <center><<link "He/him Pronouns">><<set $kheshe to "he", $khimher to "him", $khisher to "his", $khishers to "his", $kself to "himself", $kgender to "male">><<update>><</link>> <<link "She/her Pronouns">><<set $kheshe to "she", $khimher to "her", $khisher to "her", $khishers to "hers", $kself to "herself", $kgender to "female">><<update>><</link>> <<liveblock>>Kelsey Lovelock's gender is currently $kgender.<</liveblock>></center> [[Continue on.|Romance Points Distribution]]

Throughout Episode One, you could choose to obtain a maximum of 2 romance points from either Maxie or Kelsey. You can distribute them out here! Maxie's Romance Point Meter is currently <<liveblock>>$maxieRomance<</liveblock>>. <<link "Set romance points to 0">><<set $maxieRomance to 0>><<update>><</link>> <<link "Set romance points to 1">><<set $maxieRomance to 1>><<update>><</link>> <<link "Set romance points to 2">><<set $maxieRomance to 2>><<update>><</link>> Kelsey's Romance Point Meter is currently <<liveblock>>$kelseyRomance<</liveblock>>. <<link "Set romance points to 0">><<set $kelseyRomance to 0>><<update>><</link>> <<link "Set romance points to 1">><<set $kelseyRomance to 1>><<update>><</link>> <<link "Set romance points to 2">><<set $kelseyRomance to 2>><<update>><</link>> [[Confirm Settings.|Confirm Jumpstart]]

!Confirm Jumpstart Your name is $name $lastname. <<if $name != $nickname>>However, you are typically called $nickname by your friends. You go by $heshe/$himher pronouns and are <<if $gender == "person">>nonbinary<<else>>$gender<<endif>><<if $trans is true>>, though your parents do not know this<</if>>. <</if>>You have $haircut, $hairstyle, $haircolor hair, $eyecolor eyes, and $skintone skin. <<if $makeup == "no">>You do not wear makeup.<<elseif $makeup == "yes">>You do wear makeup.<<else>>You do wear makeup, just not when you do not have enough time to put it on.<<endif>> And you tend to wear $outfit clothes on a normal school day. <<if $glasses is true>>You wear glasses.<<else>>You do not wear glasses.<<endif>> Also, you are $height in height. When it comes to pollen, <<if $pollenAllergy is true>>you are allergic to it.<<else>>you are not allergic to it.<<endif>> Whether or not you selected the heart option upon speaking with Kelsey, <<if $kDoodle is true>>you have chosen that you do doodle about Kelsey in your notebook whenever you are bored.<<else>>you have chosen that you do not doodle about Kelsey in your notebook.<<endif>> When you ordered from Kiki's Café, you ended up getting a $drink1. <<if $food1 == "soup">>You also got some soup.<<elseif $food1 != "none">>You also got a $food1.<<endif>> Maxie is set as a $mgender, while Kelsey is $kgender. In terms of romance distribution points, Maxie has $maxieRomance point<<if $maxieRomance == 0>>s<<elseif $maxieRomance == 2>>s<<endif>> while Kelsey has $kelseyRomance. <center>Please make sure all of this information is correct before continuing to Episode 2! If there is something off, go back using the back arrows to fix it. <h2>[[Play Episode 2: The Deal.|ch2pg1]]</h2></center>

Type out your notes below! <<textarea "$maxieNotes" $maxieNotes>> [[Confirm entry.|Maxie Yang]]

<div class="nameDisplay">Kelsey Lovelock</div> Also known as: Kel, The Popular Kid Everyone Loves, Your "Crush" Birthday: January 3rd Age: 18 Traits: Charismatic, kind, ==insecure== confident <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div></center> The only true popular kid at your school who everyone seems to like. You included. And you have a on-and-off crush on $khimher. Or, at least, you think so. Back in 8th grade, you remember hearing about this kid who moved to Sunnyview from New York City. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> managed to intergrate $kself well into the school life of middle school, becoming fast friends with the popular side of your grade. Kelsey was nice in comparison to $khisher friend group--always coming to the rescue whenever $khisher friends would act like assholes to you or Maxie. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would smile whenever you walked past each other in the hallway. You definitely admire and like $khimher, but you rarely interact with each other. Perhaps that is for the best, seeing that $kheshe has a girlfriend. Looks: <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> has dark eyes and tanned skin, all inherited from $khisher mother. <<if $kgender == "male">>As for $khisher hair, Kelsey has smoothed back dark brown hair styled whatever is trending amongst $khisher friends (although $kheshe wants to get a mullet).<<else>>As for $khisher hair, Kelsey has dark brown hair that is typically styled up in a ponytail. While Kelsey does not have bangs to the discouragement of $khisher friends, $kheshe really wants to get them someday.<<endif>> There are some blonde highlights in $khisher hair that Kelsey originally got from losing a dare, but decided to keep dyeing it as $kheshe realized it looked good on $khimher. Also, has freckles and a million dollar smile. Typical Outfit: <<if $kgender == "male">>Wears a lot of sporty stuff. Imagine varsity jackets, belts, jeans, and sneakers--the typical jock look. Even wears a gray baseball cap, which is $khisher signature feature. <<print $kheshe.toUpperFirst()>> has a liking towards soft denim blue jeans, though.<<else>>Whatever is in trend and what $khisher friends wear. Although $kheshe does like to add soft denim blue jeans to the mix...a lot. Kelsey also wears a purple headband, which has made $khimher all the more recognizable at school. <<endif>> Height: <<if $kgender == "male">>5'8"<<else>>5'7"<<endif>> Likes: Volunteer work, cooking, sports, video games, and the color yellow. Dislikes: Cleaning, museums, the smell of dry erase markers, being ignored or forgotten, and being abandoned for better things. But most of all, Kelsey hates when people are not straightforward or try to get in good standing with $khimher through blatant lying. Current notes on $khimher: <<if hasVisited("noteKelsey")>>$kelseyNotes<<else>>There is nothing here so far...<<endif>> <ul> <li>[[(✎) Write some notes on Kelsey Lovelock.|noteKelsey]]</li> <li>[[Return to Info on People.|Info on People]]</li> <li>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</li> </ul>

<div class="nameDisplay">Taylor Victory</div> Also known as: Tay, The Actor Everyone Compares Your Face To Birthday: August 4th Age: 18 Traits: Outgoing, charming, arrogant, Jerk with a Heart of Gold™ <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div></center> A young <<if $gender == "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>> who recently won a Cinny award for $hisher lead role in the movie //Swipe Right//. Overnight, the search results for Taylor Victory skyrocketed by 400% despite being well known as the nepo baby of Academy Award-winning actor Atlas Victory and model Valentia Hope. Also, a huge pain in the ass. You never cared about Taylor Victory unlike your best friend, who //worshipped// $himher--$mheshe insists it is because Taylor looks a lot like you. Although many people who commented on your identical looks to the actor, you never believed them. In fact, you have never looked $himher up out of sheer pettiness. But now, after that chance encounter with $himher at your favorite café...you definitely see the resemblance. Looks: Taylor Victory looks //exactly// like you. Okay, well, there are a few things about $himher, like how $hisher hair is a little longer than yours. And $heshe $isare is, like, two centimeters taller than you (or so he says). But that's it for now. You haven't gotten a better look at $himher yet... Typical Outfit: Really casual and comfortable--$heshe would show up to a set wearing a sweater from a local shop. Height: Your height, but Taylor claims that $heshe $isare taller than you by a smidge. You don't believe $himher. Likes: Musicals, lasagna, collecting postcards , and soccer. Also the color red. Dislikes: Spiders, being alone, and being a failure. Taylor dislikes people who don't agree with their opinions or try to argue with $himher about it--especially if it has to do with mangoes. And yes, $heshe hate$s mangoes and pineapples. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> very strong opinions on pineapple pizzas. Current notes on $himher: <<if hasVisited("noteTaylor")>>$taylorNotes<<else>>There is nothing here so far...<<endif>> <ul> <li>[[(✎) Write some notes on Taylor Victory.|noteTaylor]]</li> <li>[[Return to Info on People.|Info on People]]</li> <li>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</li> </ul>

Type out your notes below! <<textarea "$taylorNotes" $taylorNotes>> [[Confirm entry.|Taylor Victory]]

Type out your notes below! <<textarea "$kelseyNotes" $kelseyNotes>> [[Confirm entry.|Kelsey Lovelock]]

<<if $payment lt 50>>Taylor scoffs at your proposal. "$payment dollars? That's too low." For some reason, you can't help but feel touched by $hisher words. Still, a part of you feels a little bad for having Taylor pay you at all. "But--" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shake$s $hisher head before you can protest. "No buts. You can go higher." Ugh...well, you might as well go higher then? <<numberbox "$payment" 50>> <<button "Submit" "nameYourPrice">><</button>><<elseif $payment == 50>>"Really? You're going to go with my offer?" Taylor raises an eyebrow at you, before quickly smoothing it over. "Okay, to be honest, I wasn't expecting you to go back. But at least I won't lose too much money." You cannot tell whether $heshe $isare joking or not. "And just to make sure, you are okay with getting fifty a day? You can't take it back once you agree." <ul> <li>[[Yeah, you're sure.|ch2pg13a]]</li> <li><<message 'Actually, you change your mind.'>><<numberbox "$payment" 50>> <<button "Submit" "nameYourPrice">><</button>><</message>></li> </ul><<elseif $payment gt 50 and $payment lt 200>>Taylor nods and tries $hisher best at attempting to smile. It looks uglier than a witch's evil grin. You can practically see the calculations flying through $hisher head before $heshe finally sigh$s. "Okay, //fine,// I guess my agent can afford that. And you're sure about this? $payment dollars a day?" <ul> <li>[[Yeah, you're sure.|ch2pg21arewrite]]</li> <li><<message 'Actually, you change your mind.'>><<numberbox "$payment" 50>> <<button "Submit" "nameYourPrice">><</button>><</message>></li> </ul><<elseif $payment gte 200>>Taylor snorts. "Funny. That was a joke, right?" Yeah...sure...a joke. Let's just go with that. After a beat of silence, Taylor seems to realize that you //weren't// joking, and $heshe almost jump$s out of $hisher seat. "OH. HELL. NO. You are going to pick something //lower//, because I am not paying you that much for one day." Damn it. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> seem$s firm in $hisher decision. Guess you'll have to go for something lower. Honestly, you are getting ripped off right now. <<numberbox "$payment" 50>> <<button "Submit" "nameYourPrice">><</button>><<endif>>

It is routine to shout into the house, "I'm home!" upon unlocking the door. Nobody responds. No one ever does. A plate of cookies greet you in the dining room, along with a little note taped on the table. //Made you some cookies before we left! Your father and I have something to discuss with you when we come back. ♡ Mom// Huh. Well, that definitely does not sound ominous at all. You stare at the very, //very// suspicious cookies. She even made your favorite... <ul> <li>[[You take one. Only one.|ch2pg19a]]</li> <li>[[You take the entire batch! You'd be crazy not to.|ch2pg19b]]</li> <li>[[Maybe you should not touch it...|ch2pg19c]]</li> </ul>

Well, it looks like a normal cookie...down the hatch it goes! A burst of flavor immediately melts on your tongue. For a split second, you swear you can see your mother in the kitchen, mixing the batter and prepping the sheets. It takes you by surprise how...powerful it tastes. Without realizing it, you let out a soft hum of delight. It takes a lot of restraint on your part to keep from eating it all. You shake your head, now realizing that you have some time to yourself. So often are you left at home alone that you find there is little you can do. Getting ready for dinner can wait until later. [[Think about what you can do.|ch2pg20]]

A burst of flavor immediately melts on your tongue. For a split second, you swear you can see your mother in the kitchen, mixing the batter and prepping the sheets. It takes you by surprise how...powerful it tastes. Without realizing it, you let out a soft hum of delight. It is heaven sent. You continue to eat cookie after cookie, and it takes everything to keep yourself from eating the last three. Now that you think about it, you have the house to yourself again. Usually you would spend it doing homework, but it's Friday. You might as well make the most of it before preparing dinner! [[Think about what you can do.|ch2pg20]]

There's definitely something up with these cookies. Your mother would never prepare them unless she's in a good mood or there is something important she has to tell you. And judging from the note, it seems to be the latter. This is definitely a trap, and you are not falling for it. Turning away from the cookies, you realize that you have some time to yourself. So often are you left at home alone that you find there is little you can do. Getting ready for dinner can wait until later. [[Think about what you can do.|ch2pg20]]

You are not sure if Maxie is already home, but you could always text $mhimher to see. Of course, that is if $mheshe answers. Part of you wants to test Taylor’s schedule. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> will likely not answer the phone, but you’d be damned if you didn’t give it a shot. Or you could check social media to see if anyone has updated in the last hour. You could probably find Taylor's account and information if you want to dig deeper--one of the many benefits of the Internet. However, looking up Stephen Zuckerberg could be interesting if you can get the inside scoop of his latest movie. Though there is always the option to clean your room–that box is still on the floor, if you remember correctly. You could even get started on your homework so that you have less to do over the weekend. Taylor and your...learning sessions will take up a long time, so lessening the burden will make your life easier. Though everything you have thought of thus far takes effort. Lazing around has its benefits, too. The time is currently 4:00 PM. You have to start cooking at 7:00 PM. What do you want to do? <ul> <li>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]</li> <li>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]</li> <li>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]</li> <li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li> <li>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]</li> <li>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]</li> <li>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]</li> <li>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]</li> <li>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]</li> </ul>

<<if $deadName is true>>So you have changed your name since, although your parents are not aware of this. You even told the teachers about this change, and they agreed to it without telling your parents about it. <</if>>Do your classmates and friends--technically, that would only be Maxie--call you by a nickname? <ul> <li>[[Yes, they call me by a nickname, unfortunately or not.|nicknameInput]]</li> <li>[[You do have a nickname, and it is the shortened version of your first name.|nicknameInput][$nameShort to true]]</li> <li>[[No, they do not.|ch1pg15][$nickname to $name]]</li> </ul>

!Coming up on Episode 2: The Deal... So it's pretty safe to say you aren't quite sure what you are doing with your life at the moment. It doesn't help that you have no idea why a recently famous <<if $gender is "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>> would suddenly decide to grace Kiki's Café with $hisher presence or how $heshe convinced you to sit in a small corner with $himher. At present, only a filmy menu, napkin holder, egg sandwich and a large cappuccino separates you from the star. ...you don't think you can even begin to describe how you feel. The fact that you met at a café of all places is nearly impossible to achieve. Even just bumping into $himher on the streets would be incredibly rare for a regular citizen like yourself. It is kind of like meeting a god for the first time. Except you're confused, mildly bordering on exhaustion, and the god looks exactly like you. <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div></center> You roll your eyes. "Sure, we'll see about that. Why are you asking?" "Just because." At your look, Taylor quickly sobers up. For the first time, $hisher face is completely blank, devoid of any emotions like a mask. You assume for a second that Taylor isn't going to say anything, so you open your mouth to change the subject. However, $heshe speak$s before you do. Nothing could prepare you for what $heshe <<if $plural is false>>was<<else>>were<<endif>> about to say. "Because I was thinking...wouldn't it be crazy if we switched places?" <h2>[[Play Episode 2: The Deal.|ch2pg1]]</h2>

You stretch across the couch as you flip through the various channels. At first, not much interests you. Some of them feature news, but those that do focus on either the economy or weather. However, as you enter the entertainment side, one movie in particular catches your eye. "What the..." Your thumb moves away from the up arrow as you lean closer to the screen. Is that...? Taylor Victory is waiting in the elevator with a blank look, and although $heshe $isare clearly wearing a wig, you can tell that it is $himher. Pressing the info button, the title of the movie pops up. You recognize it almost immediately. //Swipe Right//. If Maxie and the rest of the school are anything to go by, this was the movie that gave Taylor $hisher award. You never cared to watch, but by the looks of it, it seems to have just started. From what you know about the plot, it is a drama romcom about an computer science freshman who designs an inclusive campus-centric dating app inspired by Tinder. While $heshe $isare holding a beta test among $hisher friends and volunteers, $heshe accidentally swipe$s right on an arts major and gets matched. Maxie insisted that the film was really good and that the twist would completely surprise you. That feels like ages ago--though $mheshe must have mentioned it last week or two. At the time, you didn't care. But now that you have gotten yourself permanently involved with Taylor, you might as well watch for the sake of watching Taylor perform. Maxie would be proud. [[Much later...|ch2pg21ab]]

Admittedly, you were only planning on watching for a little bit, just to get a taste of Taylor's acting. Would $heshe be similar to $hisher father? Considering that Atlas Victory //has// won Academy Awards before, you assumed not. But alright, you confess that you were wrong. You were especially wrong about only taking a glance at the movie before moving on with your life. As it turns out, looking away is nearly impossible when //Swipe Right//'s plot is interesting. And surprisingly, Taylor is not that bad of an <<if $gender == "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>>. It is easy to forget that $heshe $isare simply playing a character in a freaking romcom. In a metaphorical (and literal) way, you can imagine yourself in the main character's shoes. As the credits begin to roll, you realize you have been sitting cross-legged the entire time. It takes a while to wake your legs up, but once you do you realize two and a half hours have already passed. There goes all that time. You won't be getting it back anytime soon. Now then, what will you do? The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

<<if $taylorAnnoy == 20>><<set $achieve27 to true>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<notify 4s>>Achievement: One Too Many Times<</notify>>You have done this so many times. If Taylor doesn't answer after this...you might just give up. For the final time, you press $hisher contact and it rings once. Twice. Thrice. You begin to lose hope as it continues to ring. //"Hello?"// You pause. Is it just your imagination or does it sound different? Did Taylor //actually// pick up the phone? A beat passes. The other side is oddly quiet. Should you say something? ... ... ... ... //"Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not actually here. Leave me a--"// Nope. You're not going to let it finish. You hang up and let out a decisive sigh. Sometimes, you really do wonder why you even try. Ah well. You give up. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul><<else>>Taylor is most likely busy, so there may be no answer. Still, you can't say you didn't try. As you do, you notice that $heshe renamed $self as "the better twin" under $hisher number. The only reason why you know that it is Taylor is because in the contact notes $heshe wrote, "this is taylor" with a bunch of emojis following afterwards. Most of them are fire and 100% emojis, along with smiley faces and even a devil emoji. The way Taylor texts says something about $himher and $hisher personality. Imagine if $heshe text$s in mostly emojis for everything. You would not put $himher above doing that. You hit the call button and listen to the ringing for a while. One ring...nothing. Second ring...nothing. It seems to ring on forever, before eventually-- <<if $taylorAnnoy lte 1>>//"Hello?"// You immediately perk up at Taylor's familiar voice, which is just a tad too similar to your own. "Taylor? Hey--" //"Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not actually here. Leave me a message and I'll make sure to get back to you as soon as possible! Don't keep your hopes up though."// Sigh. What were you really expecting $himher to say? You hang up and think of what you can do. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li>[[Try to call Taylor...again.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul><<else>>It goes straight to voicemail. You aren't fooled this time. Damn. Taylor really must be busy. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. 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(1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul><<endif>><</if>>

It would be quite interesting to look up Taylor Victory and see what comes up. After everything that has happened, you cannot deny that curiosity is itching to see what you have been avoiding all this time. You pull out your phone and type $hisher name into the search bar. The search engine only needs $hisher name before suggestions pop up, one of the top ones being //Taylor Victory//. Upon clicking it, you are greeted by a whole page of words and information on $himher, supplied by some pictures of $himher. Age? 18 years old, soon to be 19 in three months. Not like you already didn't know that. In upcoming movies it reads, "Untitled Stephen Zuckerberg Movie" set to be released late next year. Paired with this information is an article on $himher. //[[Taylor Victory: Nepotism or Talent?|ch2pg21eb]]//

Time to do this. It is hard to believe that your //best friend// beat you in terms of finding out about the newest Stephen Zuckerberg film. As someone who has always been on top of any announcements of his latest projects, it was embarrassing to know that $mheshe had information that you did not. While you had been aware that Zuckerberg was already on a new project, it was private and remained under lock and key. Nobody knew what it was about, and there was no one spilling much details. Even the casting was not officially announced--you get the feeling that if they had released it you would have found out about Taylor Victory earlier...and $hisher face. Oh well. Better late than never. You begin to type into the search bar... [['"stephen zuckerberg latest movie"'|ch2pg21fb]]

Like a traumatic flashback, your mind goes back to when you almost tripped on that wooden box you left on the ground earlier. Yeah, it might be a good idea to go upstairs and clean your room...that thing is almost certainly a safety hazard. You head upstairs to check the damage. <ul> <li>[[Thankfully, you keep your bedroom clean, so this should not take too long.|ch2pg21gb]]</li> <li>[[It's not so bad...but you have your work cut out for you.|ch2pg21gc]]</li> <li>[[Oh God. You have to keep yourself from wincing. Or crying at how much needs to be cleaned up.|ch2pg21gd]]</li> </ul>

To say that you are a procrastinator is an understatement. A //huge// understatement. It might be for the best if you start your homework since it might take you a while to finish it. Even if you do not finish all of it, at the very least some of it is done. You sit down at the table, clearing it of any junk that might distract you, and set your homework on it. Alright then. You have...textbook problems from Calculus, a reading assignment from Finkle, and you should probably work on that research project Maxie mentioned which you totally did not forget to do. There are some things in your other subjects that you should finish up on as well, since they are close to completion. [[Let's do this.|ch2pg21hb]]

What better way to pass the time than to lie down on the ground and stare at the ceiling? However, before doing so, you must get into a comfortable position somewhere, whether it is on the couch or your bed. At the moment, the couch is the closest to you. Going to your bed would require you to go up the stairs, and that is too much of a chore to do. So you opt for the couch, using some pillows to prop up your head. There is really nothing to stare at besides the lights. Still, it offers a good opportunity to sort out your thoughts. Get a sense of what you are feeling after everything that has happened today, from school to outside of it. First: Maxie and Karen. A little troubling that Karen has blackmail on Maxie and is willing to use it to get $mhimher to do whatever she wants. Though, that is the definition of blackmail, isn't it? Why would she target $mhimher? Because $mheshe has good grades? You really hope that is the case and not something more nefarious... <ul> <li>[[You feel really bad for Maxie...if only there was something you could do.|ch2pg21ib]]</li> <li>[[You can't deny that you are curious about what the blackmail is about, though.|ch2pg21ib]]</li> <li>[[Karen can fall off a cliff, for all you care.|ch2pg21ib]]</li> <li>[[Oh, how sweet revenge would be to take against her...|ch2pg21ib]]</li> </ul>

It has been a while since you saw each other. By now, Maxie should be home at this time. Unless $mheshe stopped to take a break like you did and suddenly found $mhisher lookalike and made a contract to swap places the week of your birthday //and// prom. Which you highly doubt, but anything is possible in your experience. Still, it doesn't hurt to send a quick text. Just to be sure. You refrain from asking if $mheshe met $mhisher doppelgänger on the way back. It only takes twenty seconds before Maxie responds with a thumbs up. Soon, you are lounging on the couch, listening to your best friend grab a snack from $mhisher kitchen. Though with how loud $mheshe is, it feels like you are right there with $mhimher, watching Maxie making a mess in $mhisher cabinets. While you wait for $mhimher to finish up, you are suddenly struck by the contract you signed with Taylor Victory. It said that you could not tell anyone of the arrangement. Which means this extends to not only your parents, but Maxie as well. The fact that this did not occur to you until now is somewhat unsettling. You have to keep this secret from $mhimher. <ul> <li>[[This is too good to keep from Maxie, though...|ch2pg21bb]]</li> <li>[[A deal is a deal. Maxie could give it all away if you talk about it, and Taylor would have the right to withhold your payment. You cannot risk it.|ch2pg21bc]]</li> </ul>

Too many times have your parents commented on your doom-scrolling as you went through your socials. It gets exhausting after a while to hear them talk about how back in the day, they never used to have technology like phones. Rather, they actually socialized and talked to others in-person. It's not like you don't do that. But it wouldn’t hurt to take a //little// peek… So, you go to open up Buzz, a well-known social media app that launched just a few months ago. Everyone you know and their uncle are on it, so you have no trouble finding their accounts. <ul> <li>[[Check your profile.|ch2pg21cb]]</li> <li>[[Check Maxie's profile.|ch2pg21cc]]</li> <li>[[Check Kelsey's profile.|ch2pg21cd]]</li> <li>[[Check Taylor's profile.|ch2pg21ce]]</li> <li>[[Watch videos for the rest of the time.|ch2pg21cf]]</li> </ul>

Taylor would not have to know--you don't have to tell $himher and you could spill everything to Maxie and ask $mhimher to keep it a secret. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> has kept plenty of secrets from you and for you (although you remember the few occasions where $mheshe divulged on accident). <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> would //freak// out just by the mention of Taylor Victory. Your best friend could never betray you if $heshe $isare involved. So...can you really tell $mhimher? Could you really go through and break a stranger's "trust" only to tell your best friend everything that went down in the café? //Can you--// [[''Hey, are you listening to me?''|ch2pg21bd]]

No. You just know you cannot tell $mhimher. While you tell $mhimher most things--and you assume $mheshe does as well--this is too big of a secret to tell even $mhimher. Hell, you even made an agreement saying that you would never do such a thing as to speak of the contract to a soul. And to be plain: you are not a rule breaker. Well...okay, maybe you //are// breaking school policy by having someone represent you in your work, but that's beside the point. If Taylor finds out, $heshe will be //furious//. And $heshe would be justified to withhold your pay. That is a risk you are not willing to take. You need that money. [[''Hey, are you listening to me?''|ch2pg21bd]]

Oh shit, when did Maxie start talking to you? There is a loud crunch on the other end, indicating that $mheshe has grabbed chips from somewhere and is proceeding to eat them directly into the microphone, which does a good job of catching your attention. And irritate your ears, but you would never admit that to $mhimher in case $mheshe uses your words against you. "Sorry...did you say something?" It is a little embarrassing to admit that you were //not//, in fact, listening when $mheshe spoke. Maxie laughs softly, and you can almost picture $mhimher shaking $mhisher head. "I asked you why you wanted to call me. You don't just text me out of the blue asking if I'm home and if we can speak unless it's one of three things: someone died, something bad happened and you want to rant or vent about it, or you have news to spill." Damn, $mheshe knows you too well. <ul> <li>[[''Why? Is it a crime to want to speak to my best friend?''|ch2pg21be]]</li> <li>[["Why? Is it a crime to want to speak to my best friend?" For some reason, that does not feel like the right words, but for now it is fitting enough. — ♥(?)|ch2pg21bf]]</li> <li>[[''Yeah, my grandma died.''|ch2pg21bg]]</li> <li>[[You just...|ch2pg21bh]]</li> </ul>

"Why? Is it a crime to speak to my best friend?" If only Maxie were before you. Still, it doesn't take a genius to know that $mheshe is probably rolling $mhisher eyes right now. "Yes. //Especially// if you have something good to say and refuse to tell them what it is." Taylor flashes through your mind. It takes everything not to randomly blurt out $hisher name. <ul> <li>[[Try to tell part of the truth.|ch2pg21bi]]</li> <li>[[No. You cannot say it.|ch2pg21bj]]</li> </ul>

"Why? Is it a crime to speak to my best friend?" The words almost get stuck in your throat when you are struck with the sudden feeling that it does not sound right. Friend... There should be a different word for what it is you are feeling, but nothing comes to mind. 'Friend' will just have to be what you settle for. Maxie sighs from the other line. "Of course it is a crime. //Especially// if you have something good to say and refuse to tell them what it is." Taylor flashes through your mind. It takes everything not to randomly blurt out $hisher name. <ul> <li>[[Try to tell part of the truth.|ch2pg21bi]]</li> <li>[[No. You cannot say it.|ch2pg21bj]]</li> </ul>

The time is now 7:00 PM. Your parents are still not home, which means you have to prepare dinner. Again. At some point, you stopped counting. With a soft sigh, you prepare the ingredients necessary. <ul> <li>[[You make sure to grab the defrosted chicken. You are fine with eating anything.|ch2pg23][$dietaryRestrict to "none"]]</li> <li>[[You make sure to only grab vegetables. You are a vegetarian.|ch2pg23][$dietaryRestrict to "vegetarian"]]</li> <li>[[You make sure to only grab vegetables. You are vegan.|ch2pg23][$dietaryRestrict to "vegan"]]</li> <li>[[You make sure to grab the salmon. You are a pescatarian, so fish is fine.|ch2pg23][$dietaryRestrict to "pescatarian"]]</li> </ul>

"Yeah, my grandma died." "$nickname." Hidden in $mhisher annoyed tone is amusement. "Both of them passed away. //Years// ago. That the best you can come up with on the fly?" Right. Of course $mheshe would know that. You skipped school for a few days when Granny passed away. She was one of the only people who truly understood you. At the time, you were still somewhat close to your parents, but they were not always available. With Granny, you knew you could always call her whenever you felt alone. And then she was gone, just like //that//. Maxie went out of $mhisher way to comfort you on your front porch the morning of the funeral. That was a long time ago. It feels like yesterday you were donned in black and crouching in a fetal position, wanting nothing more than for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. For everything to simply disappear. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> is still waiting for an answer, you belatedly realize. "...yeah." And it is $mhisher laugh that chases away the dark memories. "Come on, $nickname, what is it?? It's killing me inside not knowing." Taylor comes to mind. Though you never were going to tell Maxie about $himher in the first place. But perhaps... <ul> <li>[[Try to tell part of the truth.|ch2pg21bi]]</li> <li>[[No. You cannot say it.|ch2pg21bj]]</li> </ul>

"I--" You pause right before your deal with Taylor spills out. Woah. You almost told $mhimher everything. One little slip up and that would have been it. Incredible how your best friend can make you unravel without $mhimher knowing it. "You...did what?" Right. Maxie is still on the phone, waiting for an answer you're not sure you can give. The first thought that comes to mind is Taylor and the deal. But you were never going to tell Maxie about the encounter. Although... <ul> <li>[[Try to tell part of the truth.|ch2pg21bi]]</li> <li>[[No. You cannot say it.|ch2pg21bj]]</li> </ul>

How can you put it without revealing everything? "Actually, I have been thinking..." It is not too late to back out. Your mouth has a mind of its own. "What would you do if you met someone who looked exactly like you do?" Maxie snorts like you just told a very bad joke. "What?" "I'm serious. What would you do?" You are almost desperate to hear what Maxie has to say. Part of you hopes that $mheshe will validate your decision, even if $mheshe has no idea what it is. Wishful thinking, one might call it. Maxie is quiet. You allow $mhimher to ruminate for a bit. "To be honest? I don't know," $mheshe murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to hear $mhimher. "It would be a freaky situation. If we are not twins, that would be even...weirder. If you get what I mean?" Unfortunately, "I think I do." "Anyways, do I even want to know why you are asking? Are you watching //The Parent Trap// again?" "...No." More like you are //living// it. But close enough. "And you? What would you do?" <ul> <li>[[Swap places with them.|ch2pg21bk]]</li> <li>[[Learn more about them by spending time together.|ch2pg21bl]]</li> <li>[[Something. You don't know what it is yet.|ch2pg21bm]]</li> <li>[[You do not have a clue.|ch2pg21bo]]</li> </ul>

"No, it's just...I was thinking about the last movie you watched. You told me about it a few days ago and I saw something that reminded me of it." The lie comes out naturally. Too smooth. Too clean. "What was it called again?" "Oh. That. It's a really bad horror movie..." $mheshe sounds hesitant to talk, but you need $mhimher to. "Tell me about it." Anything but what you want to say. You almost expect $mhimher to ask why, but $mheshe does not question it and begins telling you the whole plot. However, you stop listening halfway through as your thoughts drift to the weekend. Perhaps, had you never met Taylor, you would have hung out with your good friend. Enjoyed seeing $mhimher face to face, maybe sitting in Kiki's Café and sharing a drink with $mhimher. Eventually, $mheshe hangs up when $mhisher parents call for $mhimher. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"I dunno...maybe swap places with them." Not like you aren't doing that already. "It'd be cool." Maxie bobs $mhisher head--well, you assume $mheshe does from the sound of $mhisher hair rubbing against the speaker. "Like a Freaky Friday situation?" "More like a Prince and the Pauper situation," you shrug, "but sure." "That would be pretty cool. I think I would do that too." For some reason, that is weirdly relieving to hear. Maybe you did need some validation after all. You stay on the call for a few more minutes until Maxie is pulled away by the call of $mhisher many unfinished chores. It is as though a burden has been lifted off your shoulders. For now. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"Since we would have been leading hypothetical different lives, I would probably want to get to know them. <<print $himher.toUpperFirst()>>." Maxie chuckles, "I see. Imagine if they're a celebrity, though?! That would be awesome! Kind of like you with Taylor Victory." It takes everything within you to remain still and not flinch. "Haha, yeah..." The obligation to laugh comes forced, but else are you meant to do? Meant to say? //Yeah, because we literally look like identical twins.// You don't think Maxie has ever shown you a picture of $himher. Or if $mheshe did, you were clearly not paying attention. The conversation, now awkward, eventually loses steam when Maxie is called away from the phone. You hang up feeling a little conflicted, yet surprisingly lighter than before. Maybe you just needed to hear your friend's voice again. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

Actually, when you stop to think about it from a hypothetical view, you wouldn't really know what to do. You'd do something. That whole thing with Taylor Victory certainly was not //nothing//. But you can't say that. Otherwise that might be too suspicious. "Something." Your answer is met with awkward silence. Then, a burst of amused laughter. "Right. //Something.//" Better than nothing, $mheshe says without needing to say it out loud. "Maybe we would swap lives for a day." You laugh, both at the suggestion and the irony. "Yeah, maybe." Soon, Maxie has to go and finish $mhisher chores, though not without a soft goodbye and a pleadful, "Pray for me, I might not make it out alive." It leaves you feeling better than before. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

"I don't know." This would have been your answer if you were asked this question a week ago. You can hear Maxie nodding sagely with you. "Exactly. Who knows what identical twins get up to? Though imagine this: identical twins finding more people who look exactly like them. Damn, my head hurts thinking about that kind of shit. That would be just a load of weirdness on top of each other." Yeah...you should not dwell on it for your sanity’s sake either. Not like there is much of it left. Maxie soon hangs up to finish $mhisher chores, leaving you alone in the quiet to think about the conversation. Your heart feels lighter than before, an involuntary lift off your shoulders. The true cure to your worries might just be hearing your best friend speak. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

With a few followers--Maxie included--your account is a little fish in a worldwide pond. Not that you particularly care one way or another, since you rarely make posts. Life is already busy as is, and you usually do not have the free time to post whatever you want on there all the time. Still, it is not all barebones. You took the effort to change your profile picture and background image, as well as write your bio. The last post you made was...almost a year ago. It was on Maxie's birthday. You posted a photo of the two of you at the local diner, $mhisher favorite restaurant. There is a dazed look in $mhisher eyes, exhausted with the day's activities, but unmistakable happiness gleams beneath. You have your phone lifted above in a selfie, arm around Maxie's shoulder as you were sitting in the same booth. The both of you wear matching smiles. The camera is angled to include the food spread out on the table. Maxie had gone all out and ordered the diner specialty: the famed Cookie Monster Sundae with three layers of whipped cream, a mixture of vanilla and cookies and cream ice cream, topped with chocolate chips and cookies aplenty and five cherries on top all in a huge bowl. You never understood Maxie's impulse to get this diner item when $mheshe has never been able to finish it alone. That day, $mheshe was determined to do it alone. The caption reads, "Happy birthday to my best friend @maxiey612!! gl eating that thing lmao" paired with two devil emojis. The post itself was liked by Maxie and a few others, most of whom are your classmates. There might be $mhisher parents in there somewhere. And spoiler alert: Maxie did NOT, in fact, finish it. <<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>> had to swallow $mhisher pride and ask you to help $mhimher, which you gladly obliged to on the condition of being allowed to gloat. With a soft smile, you tap away from your account. <ul> <li>[[Check Maxie's profile.|ch2pg21cc]]</li> <li>[[Check Kelsey's profile.|ch2pg21cd]]</li> <li>[[Check Taylor's profile.|ch2pg21ce]]</li> <li>[[Watch videos for the rest of the time.|ch2pg21cf]]</li> </ul>

Maxie has quite a number of followers--certainly more than you. It is nothing to boast about, but $mheshe likes to pretend it is a bigger deal than it actually is for $mhimher. Your friend is quite the enthusiast for updates, though, posting over a hundred times with most featuring $mhisher friends. The most recent one was two weeks ago, when $mheshe went to that party you were too busy to go to. In it, $mheshe shows off $mhisher outfit in front of a mirror and features a passed out guy on a couch with a popcorn bucket on his head, as the rest of the photos are mostly colorful blurs. The caption reads, "havin a blast @jkuritz 's house WHOOOOOO #partytime #withthefam #gremlin" It seemed like $mheshe had a lot of fun. For a while, it was all $mheshe talked about before moving on with life. Something you missed. Something $mheshe enjoyed. There has been a chasm between you and Maxie, the future a topic you have been dancing around for a while. What you want to do. What //$mheshe// wants to do. Realizing that you have yet to like the post, you tap the heart and move away from $mhisher profile before you can second guess your choice. <ul> <li>[[Check your profile.|ch2pg21cb]]</li> <li>[[Check Kelsey's profile.|ch2pg21cd]]</li> <li>[[Check Taylor's profile.|ch2pg21ce]]</li> <li>[[Watch videos for the rest of the time.|ch2pg21cf]]</li> </ul>

Kelsey Lovelock has a large number of followers--at least half of the school follows $khimher. Even Maxie is following $khimher. You are not part of that number. Though, the ratio of followers to the accounts $kheshe is following is hilarious. Kelsey has a lot of posts--way more than Maxie, that's for sure. You check out $khisher most recent post from a few days ago, which features a carousel of photos of $khimher posing in front of a mirror, before transitioning to pictures of a date with none other than Karen Dougherty. They seem to be having a candlelit dinner in front of a panoramic window overlooking the beach--a part of you wonders when $kheshe had the time to leave town just to go to a fancy restaurant like //that//--and holding hands. There are even photos of each other and the food that $kheshe ate. The caption reads, "on a date with my beautiful gf ♥︎ 📷 #love #photography #date #bestgfever" The last tag makes you roll your eyes. //Sure.// You have not liked the post yet. Just as you are about to, you think better, remembering who can see it and who in particular may notice the like if you leave it behind. <ul> <li>[[Check your profile.|ch2pg21cb]]</li> <li>[[Check Maxie's profile.|ch2pg21cc]]</li> <li>[[Check Taylor's profile.|ch2pg21ce]]</li> <li>[[Watch videos for the rest of the time.|ch2pg21cf]]</li> </ul>

It should not be a surprise, but your eyes widen at the official checkmark next to $hisher name. Of course //Taylor Victory// is verified on the platform. With over half a million followers, it is clear that most of them are fans; those who have watched $hisher movies. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> profile picture is a half-body shot of $himher lounging on a couch meant to be tantalizing. There are hundreds of juicy posts to scroll through if you felt like doing so. However, you have a life, and you are not sure if you are ready to delve into the past of your lookalike yet. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> most recent post, which was just yesterday, presents $himher in front of a mirror, crowded by the hairstyle and makeup team. However, rather than it being a reflection photo, it is held from an outside perspective. It must have been taken in the heat of the moment, as there rests a soft, almost vulnerable look on Taylor's face. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> $isare entirely unaware of the focus of the camera. The caption reads, "Sneak peek ;) #secret #sneakpeek #👀👀 #aesthetic #actinglife" Knowing that Taylor Victory is shooting a movie in your hometown and accidentally having met $himher before fills you with a surge of pride. That feeling is quickly squashed once you remember what Taylor is like in-person. If you are taking $hisher place and $heshe post$s every day, does that mean you will have to do the same to convince others that you are Taylor Victory? That is certainly something you should bring up to $himher later on. Although this is certainly a bad idea, you join the thousands of others who have already liked the post. You can already hear Taylor teasing you for it. <ul> <li>[[Check your profile.|ch2pg21cb]]</li> <li>[[Check Maxie's profile.|ch2pg21cc]]</li> <li>[[Check Kelsey's profile.|ch2pg21cd]]</li> <li>[[Watch videos for the rest of the time.|ch2pg21cf]]</li> </ul>

You decide to scroll through video reels for the rest of the time spent on your phone. Time goes by in a blur. By the time you put down your phone, you are rubbing the sore spots around your eyes before stretching. Something in your back almost certainly snaps. That's enough screen time for now. What will you do next? The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

!!Taylor Victory: Nepotism or Talent? <center>By Alexander Van Helsing</center> Lily-Rose Depp. Jaden Smith. Drew Barrymore. Kate Hudson. Ben Stiller. What do all of these actors have in common? If you guessed the children of celebrities, then you would be correct! Though more specifically, they are all the children of //actors//. Such is the case of Taylor Victory, Hollywood's most recent rising star in the entertainment industry, who took the "Best Lead Role in a Romance Centered Film" at the Cinny Awards ceremony. Not to mention that $heshe $isare one of the youngest to have ever won an award at the Cinnys, only second to Matilda Hawth in 1994 (she was 16 at the time). However, before Taylor Victory's fame is a rather unhumbling background--$heshe $isare the nepo baby of three time Oscar-winning actor Atlas Victory and model Valentia Hope*. It is clear that $hisher parents are rolling in wealth, and considering that $heshe <<if $plural is true>>were<<else>>was<<endif>> always known as the child of Atlas Victory and Valentia Hope prior to $hisher breakthrough, it must be questioned whether or not $heshe made it because of $hisher talent...or something else. When it was announced that Atlas Victory had a child, many were quick to offer their support. By the age of 5 years old, Taylor Victory entered the entertainment business as soon as $heshe could walk, talk, and play pretend. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> first role was as a little child, the background character of a larger movie. Ever since, Taylor has shown up in smaller roles, climbing up the ladder before eventually reaching //Swipe Right//. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> parents were reportedly absent in $hisher life, abandoning $himher home alone as they vacationed a week away in Aruba. Now, Taylor Victory claims, $heshe no longer speak$s to $hisher parents, cutting off all contact with them as soon as $heshe became a legal adult. There is certainly no lost love between them on Taylor Victory's part. Despite their situation, it cannot be denied that the only reason why Taylor Victory was able to get a head start compared to most other actors is because of $hisher family history. As Taylor Victory is expected to star as the lead role in Stephen Zuckerberg's upcoming film, $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> a long way to go to prove $self as Hollywood worthy. \*Out of concern for their safety, Atlas Victory and Valentia Hope use their listed names as pseudonyms, and keep their real identities locked behind records. However, they gave Taylor the last name Victory rather than their 'true' last name at birth. <ul> <li>[[Wow. That was...certainly something.|ch2pg21ec]]</li> <li>[[It is unfair that nepo babies can get far in life while most other actors struggle to even have the opportunity of a breakthrough!|ch2pg21ed]]</li> <li>[[People would do anything to become famous. Is it really a crime to use connections to better your chances?|ch2pg21ee]]</li> </ul>

Yeah...you're not really sure how to react to that. At the very least, it is an article you think would be interesting to get thoughts on from Taylor $self. You make sure to bookmark it before closing the tab and your phone altogether. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

Nepotism offers opportunities that may not necessarily be deserved. You remember your father telling you about Atlas Victory and his origins. He was the youngest son of an immigrant repairman and hotel maid in a family of eight. His siblings worked to support the family, and he joined them once he became of proper age. From there, he began to gain experience as his expertise in theatre expanded while he still attended school. It took a while to get where he is now. A lot of sucking up to higher executives, pretending to be confident, and convincing directors that he had what it took, even while he had a part-time job. A gradual build from small roles to becoming one of the most highest paid actors of all time. Now that you think about it...you wonder how his family is doing now. Do they spend time together? Has Taylor ever hung out with $hisher cousins? <<print $isare.toUpperFirst()>> $heshe still on speaking terms, if so? Too many questions with no one to answer them. At least for now. You make sure to bookmark the article before closing out of the tab and phone altogether. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

If you have the connections, resources and capabilities, then why would you not use them? They are available, easy to use, and bring significant impacts on lives. If you were in Taylor's position, you would not see any reason //not// to. Though you might use it to disappear from the public entirely and live in luxury... Still, it would be interesting to get Taylor's input on it, if $heshe <<if $plural is true>>haven't<<else>>hasn't<<endif>> already read it yet. Judging from the article, it seems that $heshe completely cut off $hisher parents, which means it has been almost a year since. Is $hisher trailer $hisher home? Only time will tell. You bookmark the article before closing out the tab and your phone altogether. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

You click around the articles, but you do not get much information other than it is scheduled to be released late next year, but may be pushed forward as filming is still in progress. //"It is surprising to see Zuckerberg keep this project under wraps. He has always been open about any new film he is directing, more than happy to share even a morsel of what has been going on behind the scenes,"// one article denotes. You find a rumored cast list, most of whom you actually recognize along with Taylor. Yet there is one name that catches your eye. Peyton Ryans. Huh. That is new. Have you heard of that name before? It does not sound familiar. Their profile, for some reason, does not have a photo for you to visualize their face. <ul> <li>[[Look up Peyton Ryans.|ch2pg21fc]]</li> <li>[[Don't. It is better to keep it a secret. Besides, there is a high chance you might bump into this person some time tomorrow.|ch2pg21d]]</li> </ul>

Right as you begin to look up this "Peyton Ryans" your internet connection goes out. For whatever reason, it refuses to load, and even then it takes a very long time before deciding that it cannot load. That's just convenient. Something seems to be blocking you from finding out more about this person. You refresh the page. Nothing. Not even a single image. //What the hell is going on? A conspiracy against you?// It works when you type in anything other than Peyton Ryans, and goes out just by their name. You try a couple more times before giving up. Perhaps it was just not meant to be. Though the timing is quite suspicious... The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

If this Peyton Ryans really is part of the cast, then you are bound to run into them sooner or later, right? After all, once you take Taylor's place, you will have to interact more often. It is better to reserve all judgement and wait until you properly meet. Once it becomes clear that there is nothing else to research on the topic of Zuckerberg's film, you close the tab and your eyes. How long have you been staring at the scene? Thirty minutes? It feels like an hour. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

While your bedroom is clean, it takes a while as you constantly get distracted by the smallest thing. Besides stashing that wooden box away, there is also your desk and shelves that could need sorting and dusting. There are things that you notice that need to be adjusted, even the slightest. Not to mention that you had to check the box, which was full of trinkets you used to collect when you were little. Coins, tiny glass bottles with mini ships inside, seashells, and a lot of keychains. That coin you found...you fish it out of your pocket and add it to the wooden box, before thinking better and placing it aside. It feels special, more deserving than to be dumped in a box. It's as if it is calling to be put somewhere else. After scavenging through your room, you soon find a miniature pouch to put them in. The coin slips right through as if it was meant to be put in it. And with that, you have finished tidying your room. It took...longer than you thought, but at last! It is finished. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

At least it is not so bad...it could be cleaner, though. It takes you about an hour to clean up. Besides stashing the box away, you pick up loose leaf paper off the floor and locate pens from underneath the table. Not to mention that you had to check the box, which was full of trinkets you used to collect when you were little. Coins, tiny glass bottles with mini ships inside, seashells, and a lot of keychains. That coin you found...you fish it out of your pocket and add it to the wooden box, before thinking better and placing it aside. It feels special, more deserving than to be dumped in a box. It's as if it is calling to be put somewhere else. After scavenging through your room, you soon find a miniature pouch to put them in. The coin slips right through as if it was meant to be put in it. It takes a while to reorganize your room, but the hour goes by quickly enough. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

It can't be helped if you are a messy person! But now that you are actually cleaning your room for the first time...how long //has// it been? Months? Years? You cannot even tell where your desk is. Or chair. Or side table. And your bed has become a dumping ground for clothes. Most of the ground is covered in socks or paper or tape or...unknown substances. There might be some empty bags of chips scattered around somewhere. Actually, you know that for a fact. //Why do you do this to yourself?// You look around for the wooden box, which you find partially hidden under a blanket. No wonder you did not see it last night. If you had, you would have put it away. Inside the box are trinkets you used to collect when you were little. Coins, tiny glass bottles with mini ships inside, seashells, and a lot of keychains. That coin you found...you fish it out of your pocket and add it to the wooden box, before thinking better and placing it aside. It feels special, more deserving than to be dumped in a box. It's as if it is calling to be put somewhere else. After scavenging through your room--which is easier said than done--you soon find a small pouch to put them in. The coin slips right through as if it was meant to be put in it. It takes a lot of work to fully clean everything, but by the time an hour goes past, your room is considerably cleaner than before. At least it was time well spent. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

Now the second matter: Kelsey. Not really much to think about there; $kheshe was simply doing a kind gesture by handing you your notebook when $kheshe could have left it alone. Still, there was that moment where $kheshe inquired about $khisher girlfriend and whether she had harassed you and Maxie. Which she did, in a way. But it was strange that Kelsey brought it up in the first place, even if $kheshe claimed it was to make sure everything was good. Maxie brought it up during your walk. You <<if hasVisited('ch1pg34da')>>also thought that the question was odd. Something is going on, and Kelsey is not willing to talk about it.<<elseif hasVisited('ch1pg34db')>>did not think it was weird, since it concerns $khisher girlfriend. Sure, a little strange $kheshe asked, but not weird in the sense that $kheshe refused to elaborate on why $kheshe was asking.<<elseif hasVisited('ch1pg34dc')>>did not care at all. It was a question that you answered, and you do not care to find out why $kheshe would ask. As the saying goes, if the drama does not involve you, it isn't your concern.<<elseif hasVisited('ch1pg34dd')>>thought it was strange that Kelsey asked. Or did you say anything? You don't remember, seeing that you were swooning a little too hard at how you managed to hold a conversation with Kelsey without anyone bothering you for a few minutes.<<else>>don't remember what you said anymore.<<endif>> When you think about it now... <ul> <li>[[There is definitely something going on between them, and you want to find out what it is.|ch2pg21ic]]</li> <li>[[While strange, it is natural for Kelsey to be concerned about Karen. After all, they are a couple. Who wouldn't be a little worried?|ch2pg21ic]]</li> <li>[[You don't want to know about the popular couple's honeymoon troubles.|ch2pg21ic]]</li> </ul>

The final concern deals with Taylor Victory, of course. You signed that contract, whether you liked it or not, and now you will be visiting $hisher trailer tomorrow for a crash course on how to impersonate a celebrity whose personality is different from yours. Are you crazy? Maybe. But there is a spark of excitement at doing this--a change from your mundane life by adding significant pressure on your shoulders. Can you really do it? Taking up the role of an actor and performing a few scenes for the sake of keeping appearances? Being placed in a completely unfamiliar environment within the span of a day? Plus, you may not have to pretend to be Taylor the entire time. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> made the contract flexible so that either of you can switch back if necessary. Do you...regret your decision? <ul> <li>[[Yes. It's too late to back out now, but you hate that you did not have enough time to really think about it.|ch2pg21id]]</li> <li>[[Nope, even if it was in the heat of the moment. Why would you turn the opportunity down when you can use it to mess with others?? Surely nothing can go wrong!|ch2pg21id]]</li> </ul>

There are a few minor bumps along the way--you may have been a //little// distracted by a video on the history of beer--but an hour and a half goes by with a good chunk of your work now complete. There are a few things that still need to be finished or worked on, but at least the time was not a complete waste. If you keep going, you run the risk of falling asleep, so that is enough for today. You can work on the rest tomorrow or Sunday. With that settled, you think about what else you can do. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

As your thoughts move somewhere else, you become acutely aware of how much time has gone by. How much of your life you have spent unaware of Taylor Victory and the life $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> been living. This is all too coincidental. Everything thus far has felt like a set-up, like someone pulling the strings. It could be fate, but is it as simple as that? Hell if you know. Maybe you are the universe's pawn, meant to entertain them by swapping lifestyles and seeing how long you can get away with it like reality TV. That could be a good plotline for a show, actually. Someone should note that down. You glance at the time and see that a whole //hour// has passed. Unfortunately, there is still much to do, and you cannot spend the rest of the day lost in thought. With the silent support of the couch, you manage to pull yourself up and move on. The time is currently <<if $timeCount == 0>>4:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 1>>4:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 2>>5:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 3>>5:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 4>>6:00 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 5>>6:30 PM<<elseif $timeCount == 6>>7:00 PM<<endif>>. <ul> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21aa')>>//You already watched TV.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 1>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Watch TV. (2.5 hours)|ch2pg21aa][$timeCount += 5]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>>//You already talked to Maxie.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Talk to Maxie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ba][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ca')>>//You have already checked social media.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Check social media. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ca][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <<if $taylorAnnoy != 20>><li>[[Try to see if Taylor will answer if you call.|ch2pg21da][$taylorAnnoy += 1]]</li><</if>> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ea')>>//You have already looked up information on Taylor Victory.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Look up information about Taylor Victory. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21ea][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21fa')>>//You have already tried to find information on Stephen Zuckerberg's new film.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 5>>You do not have enough time to do this activity.<<else>>[[Find out more information about Stephen Zuckerberg's movie. (0.5 hours)|ch2pg21fa][$timeCount += 1]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>//You already cleaned your room.<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Clean your bedroom. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ga][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ha')>>//You already did your homework.<<elseif $timeCount gt 3>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Start your homework.(1.5 hours)|ch2pg21ha][$timeCount += 3]]<<endif>></li> <li><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ia')>>//You already stared at the ceiling and contemplated life.//<<elseif $timeCount gt 4>>You do not have enough time for this activity.<<else>>[[Stare at the ceiling and contemplate life. (1.0 hour)|ch2pg21ia][$timeCount += 2]]<<endif>></li> <<if $timeCount != 6>><li>[[Rest until it's time to make dinner. (Time skip)|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> <<if $timeCount == 6>><li>[[Well then. It's time to go make dinner.|ch2pg22]]</li><</if>> </ul>

Your parents are open to eating anything, hence why they have a wide variety of meat and seafood in the fridge. <<if $dietaryRestrict != "none">>However, once you started, they were fine with it and prepared food that abides by your diet. They even keep it stored out of sight and assure you that there is no need to prepare food for them. Still, it is courtesy to cook something that all of you can eat.<</if>> Hence why you are making them dinner as well. Over the years, your cooking skills have improved greatly. Not that you would call yourself a world-class chef by any means, but if you were, say, abandoned in the woods with nothing but a pot and means of starting a fire, you are at least capable of making a decent meal. Hopefully. If you don't spark the forest. You think you know how to operate a match. [['"Something smells good!"'|ch2pg24]]

At the sudden voice, you jump from where you had been standing near the stove to your parents strolling into the kitchen, fashionably late. How you did not hear them pull up or unlock the door is beyond you. You should keep an ear open in case a burglar breaks in... Your mother looks happy to see you, while your father grabs a mug and fills it with hours-old coffee. "Long day?" you ask with a smirk, observing your father as he downs it. He lets out a noise somewhere between a huff and a snort before going for seconds. "Oh, you know how it is, dear. The company is not giving your father or I a break," your mother responds in lieu, careful to walk around your area as she stacks three plates on top of each other. She looks around for a moment, stepping out of the dining room to set up the dining table before reappearing. <<if hasVisited('ch2pg19a')>>"You only ate one of the cookies I made," she notes, surprised. "Was it bad? Did it taste off? I know there are some ingredients that are a bit old, but nothing is expired." You shake your head, never taking your eyes off your hands. "I didn't want to eat all of it at once. Thanks for them, by the way."<<elseif hasVisited('ch2pg19b')>>"You ate almost all of the cookies except for three," your mother points out in an amused tone. She seems happy to see that her baking was well-received. "Were they really that good?" She's fishing for compliments. "Yeah, they were. Thanks for them."<<else>>"...you didn't eat any of the cookies I made." She sounds so...disappointed. It's the same tone she used when you told her you got a D in physics once. "Why not?" "Because I knew it was bait," you reply in a dry tone. "You rarely bake unless you are in a good mood or have something important to say." You already have a feeling you know what it might be, of the two. She sighs, "Perhaps I am a bit too obvious..." The note gave it away, you want to say. "Still, I guess I should thank you for it. Even if I didn't eat any." You might even take some later for dessert, if you are still in the mood after hearing what they have to say.<<endif>> "No problem! Though you probably know we do have something to tell you..." Your mother glances at your father, who shakes his head. "After we eat," he says. [[Dinner is served forty five minutes later.|ch2pg25]]

Dinner with your parents can get awkward. You were starting to get used to eating alone as your parents worked late hours. Since they work at the same building at the same company, you figured that if one of them is running late that so is the other. Now that they are both present, speaking to someone while you eat suddenly feels like a chore. Your mother does most of the talking, telling you about her day and inquiring about yours--you manage to get away with vague responses. Sometimes your father will chime in, but he remains focused on eating. If only you could sneak out of conversations like him. "How is Maxie, by the way? It has been a while since I have seen $mhimher and Vivianne," your mother suddenly asks, referring to Maxie's mother. "<<print $mheshe.toUpperFirst()>>'s good. We walked home together.<<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ba')>> And I called $mhimher after I got home.<</if>>" She smiles. "It's good to hear you're still close friends with that <<if $mgender == "male">>boy<<else>>girl<<endif>>. Hold onto that." At this point, your mother seems to be coming up with whatever topic she can think of to fill the silence. All of you are thinking about the same thing, but no one is willing to talk about it. <ul> <li>[[You ask first.|ch2pg26a]]</li> <li>[[Wait for one of them to speak first.|ch2pg26b]]</li> </ul>

Hello! This is an introduction to how the game works--it was made to help my friends who do not know how the game works or what choose-your-own-adventure stories are. Choose-your-own-adventure games are essentially text-based games where you, as the player, have the ability to make choices that can affect the progress of the story. In this case, //Swapped// follows a linear storyline for the most part, though certain choices can be made that could change the ending of the game. For example: you are walking through a forest when you encounter three paths. Which one do you want to pick? The left, right, or straight path? Just hover your mouse over the options and pick whichever one you want. <ul> <li>[[The left path.|intro2]]</li> <li>[[The right path.|intro2]]</li> <li>[[The straight path.|intro2]]</li> </ul>

<div class="nameDisplay">Peyton Ryans</div>

Type out your notes below! <<textarea "$peytonNotes" $peytonNotes>> [[Confirm entry.|Peyton Ryans]]

The choice you just made is irrelevant, but you can get different outcomes depending on what you choose. Additionally, the choice may also establish your main character's looks, personality, pronouns, or gender, //or// affect your relationship with the people around the character. All you have to do is read each one properly and you will be good to go. Customization makes up a huge chunk of the game since one of the main characters will look almost exactly like yours. A lot of readers tend to create their own character that will interact with the rest of the world within the game. However, you can also self-insert, if that is something you prefer to do. If there is a textbox, there is typically a question asked before that will require your input, like a first or last name. Like so: <<textbox "$name" "">> //Swapped// has a feature, however, that uses larger text areas for notes, which can be found in the notes section (this will be unlocked after the first episode and can be found in Diary > Info on People > Any name available > (✎) Write some notes). If there is a ⟳ option then that means the options can be gone through before you settle on one that you like. Like this: <<cycle "$test" autoselect>><<option "⟳ Option 1">><<option "⟳ Option 2">><<option "⟳ Option 3">><</cycle>>. There are no images in the game, although there are a few indicators throughout the game that can shape your interactions with the people around you. They will all appear in the choices. A choice with a ♥ indicates romantic interest in the other character currently in the scene. As this game includes features of romance in it, you can get together with one of three characters: Maxie Yang, Kelsey Lovelock, and Peyton Ryans. However, it is completely optional, and you do not have to get with one of them to progress in the game. Here is what it looks like. <ul> <li>[[This is a romantic option. — ♥|intro3]]</li> <li>[[This is a nonromantic option.|intro3]]</li> </ul>

The settings can be switched between light and dark mode, though they may have the option of adjusted text size in the future. Saves can be made whenever you want to revist a scene and can be reloaded. The game is best enjoyed when everything is fully explored, so take your time looking around the interface! If you are confused or have any questions about the game and how it works, feel free to ask me :) With that, the tutorial has been concluded! I hope you enjoy the game. ♥ <h2>[[Play Episode 1: Just Another Friday|ch1pg1]]</h2>

"So...what's going on?" Your parents glance at each other. It makes you wonder if that is what other people see when they look at you and Taylor. "Well..." your mother begins, suddenly hesitant to talk. She gestures to the air as if waiting for her husband to take charge. "The both of us have to go on a business trip tomorrow." Your father speaks. You are about to ask why they are making this sound like a big deal since this is not the first time they have left you home alone before until he adds, "Not only for the weekend, but the entire week." [[The...entire week?|ch2pg27]]

Cue crickets chirping as your parents stare at each other for a very long time. What the hell are they doing? You look between them, trying to get a hint of their silent conversation. Your mother is the first to turn away, wearing a winning smirk. Your father sighs, refusing to meet your eye. "We have to leave for a business trip tomorrow." Oh. That's it? Why are they making this sound like a big deal? It's not the first time they have left you home alone before. You are about to ask him this until he adds, "We will be gone the entire next week." [[The...entire week?|ch2pg27]]

Wait, but then that would mean... "You're going to miss my birthday?" How could they miss an important date like that? Your father has the ability to look a little guilty, even as your mother tries to smooth the conversation over, "I know, dear, we are upset as well. We could celebrate tomorrow before we leave! How does that sound?" //They're just trying to compensate for the fact that you'll be alone on your birthday,// a voice whispers in your mind as your mother attempts to offer suggestions. "Or we can...um...we can try to call you on your birthday, if that's better?" She starts to sound more unsure, and you wonder if they would even have the time to get in a call to you, anyway. Since they are //so// busy with work. There are so many things you want to do. You want to scream. Kick down a chair or punch a wall. You want to cry. Mourn. Your head feels too heavy with these thoughts, and it takes great effort to keep it from dropping on the table. <ul> <li>[[Get fresh air outside. This is too much.|ch2pg28a]]</li> <li>[[Go to your room. You need to get away from them.|ch2pg28b]]</li> <li>[[Ignore the desire to leave and stay put.|ch2pg28c]]</li> </ul>

"...I'm going outside." You act before your parents can protest, standing up to swiftly leave. Already, your head is tuning out the way your mother belatedly calls out to you and how the faint sound of chairs scraping remind you of the way you had left. However, they don't follow you. The door bangs shut as you step out of your house and onto the front lawn. Even though you have left the room, the air is still suffocating. You force yourself to take deep breaths, even if it hurts. And as you are focused on trying to clear your head, you don't realize how you have sunk to your knees, bending in a low crouch as if to keep your face away from prying eyes. It takes a very long time to calm down. [[You don't know how long you spend outside.|ch2pg29a]]

The chair screeches backwards as you try to stand up as gracefully as you can--while also trying to hide how desperate you are to leave the situation. You don't really do a great job, though it's pretty hard to escape when both of your parents are watching you as if they expect you to bolt. Which you are doing. "Excuse me..." You're not really sure why you say that, but it feels weird not to say anything to them before leaving. "Hey--you sit back down!" Your mother shouts a second later, but you are already out of the room and heading up the stairs. You are half-expecting her to chase after you to drag you down, but she doesn't. Having made it //this// far, you do not stop and lock your door as soon as possible. [[Things feel a lot calmer here.|ch2pg29b]]

The urge to bolt is overwhelming, but you resist it and stay put. At the very least, you should show a little sympathy. Clearly this business trip was unexpected, as they are springing this on you now when they are set to leave tomorrow. Still, it hurts to know that they are not going to be with you for your birthday. They are the only ones who are well aware that your birthday is coming up, besides your few relatives who you barely talk to and Maxie. And Taylor too, in a way. Your mother watches you, as if waiting to see if you have second thoughts and decide to leave after all. Her shoulders loosen and she softens. "I'm sorry, dear." That's all she can say to you. Your father does not add anything else. [[Dinner concludes on unspoken terms.|ch2pg29c]]

<div class="nameDisplay">Atlas Victory</div> Regarded as one of the greatest actors in the entertainment industry of all time. If you were to ask anyone who Atlas Victory is, most would have heard of him. As a three-time Oscar winner--two for Best Actor and one for Best Supporting Actor--and nominee for eleven other films, Victory has had a distinguished career. Growing up the youngest son of immigrant parents (his father was a repairman and his mother a hotel maid) in a family of eight, he has known hardships before. His siblings also worked to support the family, which he later followed in their footsteps by taking odd minimum wage jobs. Through his experience his theater knowledge greatly improved, and soon after he was auditioning for every casting call avalaible in his area. His first ever job entailed being the background character for a consumer commercial. His major breakthrough, however, came after he starred as the leading character of the slasher film //Devil's Accursed,// which became a cult classic soon after its release. This would propel his career into history as Victory continued to earn award after award at various festivals. Currently, he lives in Los Angeles, California with his wife, model Valentia Hope. They have a <<if $gender == "male">>son<<elseif $gender == "female">>daughter<<else>>child <<endif>> together, Taylor Victory, who is also a <<if $gender == "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>>. <ul> <li>[[Return to Info on People.|Info on People]]</li> <li>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</li> </ul>

<div class="nameDisplay">Valentia Hope</div> An American model who is most well-known for her relationship with actor Atlas Victory. Their love story is utterly romantic--they met while Victory was in New York City for a film at a bar. What was at first a one-night stand evolved into a long-distance relationship that rolled into a marriage of almost twenty-five years. Surprisingly, despite Victory's roles, there has never been cheating scandals between the couple. She currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband. Together, they share a <<if $gender == "male">>son<<elseif $gender == "female">>daughter<<else>>child <<endif>>, Taylor Victory, who is an <<if $gender == "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>>. <ul> <li>[[Return to Info on People.|Info on People]]</li> <li>[[Return to the game.|$return]]</li> </ul>

<div class="nameDisplay">Stephen Zuckerberg</div> An iconic American director renowned for his thought-provoking, captivating films. Considered on of the best cinema directors of all time, his career spans three decades.

By the time you find the courage to go back inside, your parents are off doing their own thing. The clinking of ceramics from the kitchen has your mother occupied, while your father sits in front of the television with a focused gaze. He does not look up when you walk into the room. //Two Moons// starring Atlas Victory and Olivia Demont plays on the screen. You have watched it at least a hundred times together. He looks up, eyes widening in surprise, but he pats the empty seat beside him. "Come and watch." <ul> <li>[[Watch with him.|ch2pg30a]]</li> <li>[[Go upstairs.|ch2pg30b]]</li> </ul>

<<notify 4s>>Achievement: Deal with the Devil(?)<</notify>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<set $achieve02 to true>><<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>Thankfully you cleaned your room, so your stumble to your bed is a little more graceful.<<else>>You almost trip over that wooden box from earlier, and you have to kick it under your bed to avoid hurting yourself. Something shifts inside. You hope nothing broke.<<endif>> Once you lie down, the throbbing in your head starts to feel a little better. It feels like a lot has happened in such a short time. For some reason, fate had it that today would be the day your life did a one-eighty by throwing you curveballs left and right. It's hard to make sense of it when all you can think about is everything and nothing at the same time. You feel like you should do something other than remain motionless, but the allure of falling asleep is tempting... Your last thoughts are on Taylor Victory and what could come tomorrow before you drift off to sleep. It's going to be a hell of a day. !!<center>[[Coming up on the next episode of Swapped...|ch3sneakpeek]]</center>

You clean the table after dinner and help your mother put the dishes away after she has washed them. She shoots you a weary smile, before murmuring her need for sleep. Before she shuffles away, she simply pats your shoulder and asks you to see them off before they head to the airport. At your slow nod, she squeezes your shoulder and goes upstairs, each step lethargic. The change in attitude compared to earlier in the morning is jarring, but wholly unsurprising. It has felt like a long day. As you are about to follow her upstairs, you find your father in the living room, eyes trained on the television with such focus that he completely ignores your presence. The classic //Two Moons// starring Atlas Victory and Olivia Demont plays on the screen. You have watched it at least a hundred times together. If you closed your eyes, you could watch the entire movie play out before you, each line a memorized verse. A couple of minutes go by, where a smile breaks out on his face every now and then at a specific scene before it goes away, suddenly self-aware of his expressions. Then, during a brief lull in the film, he turns his head, unsurprised to see you standing just outside of the room, watching him watching the movie. "Come," he says, patting the empty seat beside him. <ul> <li>[[Watch with him.|ch2pg30a]]</li> <li>[[Go upstairs.|ch2pg30b]]</li> </ul>

<<notify 4s>>Achievement: Father Bonding Time<</notify>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<set $achieve28 to true>>After a moment's hesitation, you join your father on the couch. Even though you are still unsure on how you feel sitting next to him, everything goes out of the window once you start to really watch the movie. He gets up in the middle of the movie, and the smell of buttery popcorn wafts into the living room. He returns a moment later with a fresh bowl, handing it to you without taking a piece first. Neither of you say a word, possibly because he is afraid of ruining this moment between you and him. Though you could be projecting. God, you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it. Miss //this//, watching old movies with your father when neither of you were busy. It's nice. Weirdly nostalgic. And it leaves you a little choked up on what you will be missing once you go to college, though you try not to let it show. [[If he notices, he doesn't point it out.|ch2pg31]]

<<notify 4s>>Achievement: Deal with the Devil(?)<</notify>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<set $achieve02 to true>>He nods understandingly when you decline his offer. Your feelings are too raw to be settling back into a steady motion, unprepared to ignore or truly forgive the bombshell that was dropped on you some time ago. So you head upstairs, leaving him with his movie. Once upstairs, you flop onto your bed with a sigh. <<if hasVisited('ch2pg21ga')>>Thankfully you cleaned your room, so your stumble to your bed is a little more graceful.<<else>>You almost trip over that wooden box from earlier, and you have to kick it under your bed to avoid hurting yourself. Something shifts inside. You hope nothing broke.<<endif>> You remembered to change your clothes shortly before preparing dinner, so you are all set to go to sleep. Though there are still things you need to do, like brushing your teeth and <<if $makeup == "yes">>wiping your makeup off<<else>>looking for the phone charger<<endif>>, you are too exhausted to move. It feels like a lot has happened in such a short time. For some reason, fate had it that today would be the day your life did a one-eighty by throwing you curveballs left and right. It's hard to make sense of it when all you can think about is everything and nothing at the same time. Your last thoughts are on Taylor Victory and what could come tomorrow before you drift off to sleep. It's going to be a hell of a day. !!<center>[[Coming up on the next episode of Swapped...|ch3sneakpeek]]</center>

!Coming up on Episode 3: Movie Star Makeover... Without waiting to hear your protests, Taylor pushes you into the chair, looking at the both of you through the mirror with squinted eyes. You stay still, though not that you have much of a choice as $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> a firm grip on your shoulders. There must be something in you that $heshe see$s because $heshe lean$s closer with a surprisingly...soft smile. "This is so weird," $heshe say$s, even though it goes without saying. "We are really doing this." "Wasn't this //your// idea?" You ask with an amused smirk. "Regretting it now?" "No." And then Taylor tilts $hisher head to you, challenging you to dare argue. "Are //you//?" <center><div class="nameDisplay">⟳↻⟳↻</div></center> "Who the hell is that?" You ask, watching Taylor's #1 Hater walk away. "Do you really get that shit all the time?" Taylor does not say anything at first, simply lost in thought as $heshe stare$s at the very spot where said hater once stood. Before you can repeat the question for $himher, $heshe say$s, "Nah. Only from Peyton, really. Also known as your future co-star." With a little sympathetic pat on the back, $heshe turn$s to head back with a practiced twirl. "Good luck. You're going to need it!" <h2>[[The end of Swapped...for now.|END]]</h2>

!Discography of Stephen Zuckerberg <ul> <li>Paws: A thriller film about aggressive cats who have dominated a large portion of the city. Humans fear them, but as their army continues to grow, it becomes clear that they are a force that must be stopped before it is too late. While the plot is a little cheesy, there are plenty of twists and turns along the way, peppered with the anxious sensation that leaves audiences hanging at the edge of their seats.</li></ul>

!Discography of Atlas Victory //Victory has been nominated for eleven films throughout his career, winning three times (two for Best Actor and one for the Best Supporting Actor), and is considered one of the greatest actors of all time. This is a combined list of his movies that may or may not be referenced in the game.// <ul> <li>//Two Moons// as Amos Banderswitch. He co-starred with Olivia Demont, who played his lover. It is a western film about a cowboy who falls in love with the owner of a tavern he happens to be passing by. The film is a tragedy focused on his journey to win her heart, ending with his death to save her.</li> <li>Devil's Accursed</li> <li>Requiem of Echoes</li> </ul>

!Discography of Taylor Victory <ul> <li>//Swipe Right//</li></ul>

!Discography of Peyton Ryans <ul> <li>Beginning of the End</li></ul>

<<notify 4s>>Achievement: Deal with the Devil(?)<</notify>><<set $achieveNumber += 1>><<set $achieve02 to true>>Towards the end of the movie, your eyes start to droop. You have to place the empty bowl on the ground in case you drop it--your mother would be furious to find out you broke one of her favorite ceramics. And at some point your eyes do close, and you don't bother to open them. You are still listening to the movie, if partially. A warm weight is placed over your body, covering even the soles of your feet. Your head shifts onto something soft, which you faintly think is similar to a pillow. All surrounding sound dims to a muted whisper, before coming to a silent stop. //Safe.// This word is the last thought that comes to mind before it stirs away into a deep slumber. !!<center>[[Coming up on the next episode of Swapped...|ch3sneakpeek]]</center>

!Episode 3: Movie Star Makeover !!!"Someone can become a celebrity for being stupid." -- Kate Hudson //The trailer should be around here somewhere.// It already took great effort to find the street, nevertheless sneak past the police and vehicles blocking off the road--this has to be the spot. And Taylor said this was the location, and $heshe would never steer you wrong, right? You did //not// wake up at five in the morning to encounter this many difficulties in finding $hisher temporary place. Although, with how fast you fell asleep, it is somewhat surprising how you woke up at the right time to notice $hisher text. It was like your biological clock sensed the notifications and alerted you as it occurred. [[Check the text messages again.|ch3pg2]]

Unfortunately, this is not a dream. No matter how hard you pinch yourself, nothing can quite compare to the realness sitting before you. So it's pretty safe to say you aren't quite sure what you are doing with your life at the moment. It doesn't help that you have no idea why a recently famous <<if $gender is "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>> would suddenly decide to grace Kiki's Café with $hisher presence or how $heshe convinced you to sit in a small corner with $himher. At present, only a filmy menu, napkin holder, egg sandwich and a large cappuccino separates you from the star. ...you don't think you can even begin to describe how you feel. The fact that you met at a café of all places is nearly impossible to achieve. Even just bumping into $himher on the streets would be incredibly rare for a regular citizen like yourself. It is kind of like meeting a god for the first time. Except you're confused, mildly bordering on exhaustion, and the god looks exactly like you. Fingers snap in front of you. You hadn't even realized you were spacing out. A confused "you" looks back, now sans the sunglasses and hat. This way, you can see the way $hisher $eyecolor eyes blink away the sunlight glaring through the open windows. The way $hisher $haircolor, $hairstyle hair is slightly longer than yours. Clear-- "Are we going to stare at each other the entire time or what?" "Sorry, I just...this is really weird." The only fitting expression in this situation is a small, awkward smile. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> match<<if $plural is false>>es<</if>> it. "You're telling me. It's like I'm speaking to my clone." Well, that's certainly one way to say it. You're practically identical. The two of you go silent, unsure of what to say. //Where can you even begin?// "So you--" You both speak at the same time, before stopping abruptly. "You go first--" "No, it's okay--" The words are coming out so fast that they overlap. You cannot begin to tell when it is you speaking or $himher. The fact that your voices are very similar to each other makes it harder to distinguish who is speaking. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> jump$s to speak before you can. "So! We should get introductions out of the way. You probably know who I am." //You sort of do.// "But in the highly unlikely case that you don't..." $heshe hold$s out $hisher right hand. "Name's Taylor. What about you, twin stranger?" <ul> <li><<if $nickname != $name>>[['"My name is ' + $name + ', but you can call me ' + $nickname + '."'|ch2pg3a][$taylorRelationship += 2]]<<else>>[['"My name is ' + $nickname + '."'|ch2pg3a][$taylorRelationship += 2]]<<endif>></li> <li>[['"...' + $nickname + '."'|ch2pg3b][$taylorRelationship += 2]]</li> <li>[[You really don't want to say it...|ch2pg3c][$taylorRelationship -= 2]]</li> </ul>

"My name is $name<<if $nickname != $name>>, but you can just call me $nickname<</if>>." You have nothing to hide, and it would be impolite to //not// introduce yourself after Taylor took the initiative. And, if you are going to be a little honest here, you cannot deny your curiosity. Perhaps this kind of encounter is exactly what you have been missing your entire life. It is not everyday a mystery like $himher appears at the same place as you and looks exactly like you. "$nickname...?" Taylor murmurs your name over and over, as if committing it to memory. "It rolls off the tongue. I like it." "Thanks..." What the hell are you supposed to say to that? <<if $deadName is false>>Thanks, my parents gave it to me?<<else>>Thanks, I chose it myself? Actually, that doesn't sound so bad when you think about it, but it's too late to add it because $heshe continue$s to talk.<<endif>> "I assume you live in this town? Or at least, nearby?" You nod. "Been living here all my life." No need to tell $himher how much Sunnyview is boring as hell. Or your desires to leave. That would be bordering on oversharing. "What about you? You definitely aren't from here." <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> designer clothes are a huge indicator of that. Sunnyview doesn't have any fashionable clothing stores within a five mile radius. Taylor smirks, thumbing the soft fabric of $hisher dark gray sweater. "Isn't it obvious? Hollywood, //duh//." "So you really are $himher. //The// Taylor--" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> reach<<if $plural is false>>es<</if>> over the table to hover $hisher hand over your mouth, disrupting your train of thought. "Hey, shush! Yes, I am, but I'm trying to avoid the public right now and you are not helping," $heshe move$s away with a frown. You want to point out that you are sitting in a //public area// where other customers are around. Anywhere outdoors is not a good place to hang out when you want to stay away from others. However, this is not the time or place for that. [[Not when there are so many other mysteries to be solved.|ch2pg4]]

"...$nickname." This is starting to feel like an interview. You hate it. It is like being observed under a microscope, overwhelmed by all the questions that are bound to come. Taylor either does not notice how you fidget in your seat or your hesitancy to speak, because $heshe $isare staring at $hisher untouched food, murmuring your name as though repeating it will help $himher commit it to memory. "I like it," $heshe suddenly say$s. "It rolls off the tongue." "Thanks..." What the hell are you supposed to say to that? <<if $deadName is false>>Thanks, my parents gave it to me?<<else>>Thanks, I chose it myself? Actually, that doesn't sound so bad when you think about it, but it's too late to say it because $heshe continue$s to talk.<<endif>> "I assume you live in this town? Or at least, nearby?" You jerk your head, hoping it resembles something like a nod. "Been living here all my life." No need to tell $himher how much Sunnyview is boring as hell. Or your desires to leave. That would be bordering on oversharing. "...What about you? You don't seem like you are from here." <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> designer clothes are a huge indicator of that. Sunnyview doesn't have any fashionable clothing stores within a five mile radius. Taylor smirks, thumbing the soft fabric of $hisher dark gray sweater. "Isn't it obvious? Hollywood, //duh//." Well, you figured, but getting confirmation makes it more real. "So you really are $himher. //The// Taylor--" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> reach<<if $plural is false>>es<</if>> over the table to hover $hisher hand over your mouth, disrupting your train of thought. "Hey, shush! Yes, I am, but I'm trying to avoid the public right now and you are not helping," $heshe move$s away with a frown. You want to point out that you are sitting in a //public area// where other customers are around. Anywhere outdoors is not a good place to hang out when you want to stay away from others. However, this is not the time or place for that. [[Not when there are so many other mysteries to be solved.|ch2pg4]]

Is it improper manners to refuse to say your name, even though Taylor already introduced $self? Maybe. Do you care? Not really. Call it reservation out of self preservation, but you just met someone who looks exactly like you and $heshe seem$s so...well, you're not sure what word can be used to describe $himher, but everything is just so weird. Sort of like the Bizarro World. A beat passes. Taylor blinks, clearly unfamiliar with the silence. "Um...this is the part where you say your name and tell me how much you've heard of me." Well, you can definitely tell $himher the latter part, though you get the feeling it will inflate $hisher ego. Will saying anything even help your case? "You know," $heshe muse$s with a little tap of $hisher chin. "I //could// just go out and walk around this town. I assume you live here--surely someone will call out your name when they see me, since we look so similar. Actually, I should test that theory out right now--" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> start$s to stand up, already looking out of the windows. Your mouth moves before your mind can. "It's $nickname." Taylor looks at you with an amused smile. While $heshe <<if $plural is true>>didn't<<else>>doesn't<<endif>> say anything, the battle has found its victor. "$nickname...I like it," $heshe suddenly say$s. "It rolls off the tongue." "Thanks..." What the hell are you supposed to say to that? <<if $deadName is false>>Thanks, my parents gave it to me?<<else>>Thanks, I chose it myself? Actually, that doesn't sound so bad when you think about it, but it's too late to say it because $heshe continue$s to talk.<<endif>> "So, I guess I was right when I assumed you're from here, then?" There's a smug tone in $hisher voice, hiding behind a mischievous glimmer. It takes everything within you to keep from rolling your eyes. "...yeah, I guess. Been living here all my life." No need to tell $himher how much Sunnyview is boring as hell. Or your desires to leave. That would be bordering on oversharing. "What about you? You don't seem like you are from here." <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> designer clothes are a huge indicator of that. Sunnyview doesn't have any fashionable clothing stores within a five mile radius. Taylor smirks, thumbing the soft fabric of $hisher dark gray sweater. "Isn't it obvious? Hollywood, //duh//." Well, you figured, but getting confirmation makes it more real. "So you really are $himher. //The// Taylor--" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> reach<<if $plural is false>>es<</if>> over the table to hover $hisher hand over your mouth, disrupting your train of thought. "Hey, shush! Yes, I am, but I'm trying to avoid the public right now and you are not helping," $heshe move$s away with a frown. You want to point out that you are sitting in a //public area// where other customers are around. Anywhere outdoors is not a good place to hang out when you want to stay away from others. However, this is not the time or place for that. [[Not when there are so many other mysteries to be solved.|ch2pg4]]

The table shakes a little as Taylor bounces $hisher leg. "If you really have been living here all your life...I can't believe that we..." $heshe laugh$s. "God, who knew someone like you was out here this entire time looking exactly like me. This has to be a coincidence." "Yeah..." It's a rhetorical question, so you're not sure why you answer anyway. //What if you are identical twins separated at birth?// The thought comes to mind when you meet $hisher intense stare. While startling, you cannot deny that possibility. Maybe you should get a DNA test just in case... And with how lost in thought Taylor is in, you wonder if $heshe $isare thinking the same thing. Maybe your minds are interwoven, so you share the same brain cells. But then again, do you really want that? The bell chimes multiple times, signalling the customers leaving the shop. Kiki's Café is now deserted, as if they knew of the impending storm. "So...what are you doing here?" Taylor grins languidly, tilting $hisher head like an amused cat. It is then you realize how similar $heshe look$s to a feline. "What, did I not say it was to stay away from attention? Why do you think I'm sitting in a corner of this...//place//...to get what I think is some of the best cappuccino I've ever had in my life?" At this point, you're just trying to fill the void. Anything to keep the conversation from dying. Taking a large sip of $hisher drink, $heshe eye$s you with newfound interest. "What is it like to live in a quiet town like this? It's so weird how quiet the streets are compared to California. I haven't heard any sirens go off for the few days I've been here. It's driving me crazy." <ul> <li>[[Give your honest opinion: it sucks.|ch2pg5arewrite]]</li> <li>[[Give your honest opinion: it is quiet.|ch2pg5brewrite]]</li> <li>[[Tell some of the truth: it is alright.|ch2pg5crewrite]]</li> <li>[[Lie: it is nice. The best place to live, even.|ch2pg5drewrite][$taylorRelationship -= 1]]</li> </ul>

"It sucks," you huff, leaning against the booth. "Nothing big ever happens here. That's why I want to lea--" Oops. You might have shared too much. This catches $hisher attention. "You want to...leave?" Maybe you can trick $himher. "No." "You just said you did." Damn it. "Did I?" "Yes. You did. I'm not stupid," $heshe roll$s $hisher eyes. "But still. This actually works out perfectly..." What? What does that mean? And why did $heshe have to sound so ominous?? <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shake$s $hisher head. "Sorry. I'm just thinking out loud. Does your life suck that much? Aren't you a high schooler or something? You look like you're around my age." "And what age would that be?" "//Technically// eighteen, but I'm turning nineteen in three months." Then $heshe narrow$s $hisher eyes. "Hey wait, I see what you're doing! You still didn't answer the question." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> saw right through you. [[With no other choice left...you consider your answer.|ch2pg6rewrite]]

"It is quiet," you shrug. "Nothing much ever happens here. It's kind of why I want to lea--" Oops. You might have shared too much. This catches $hisher attention. "You want to...leave?" Maybe you can trick $himher. "No." "You just said you did." Damn it. "Did I?" "Yes. You did. I'm not stupid," $heshe roll$s $hisher eyes. "But still...this actually works out perfectly..." What? What does that mean? And why did $heshe have to sound so ominous?? <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shake$s $hisher head. "Sorry. I'm just thinking out loud. Is it really that quiet in town? Aren't you in high school? I feel like it wouldn't be that quiet when you're hanging around a bunch of teenagers. Plus, you look like you're around my age." "And what age would that be?" "//Technically// eighteen, but I'm turning nineteen in three months." Then $heshe narrow$s $hisher eyes. "Hey wait, I see what you're doing! You still didn't answer the question." Oh. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> saw right through you. [[With no other choice left...you consider your answer.|ch2pg6rewrite]]

"It is alright. I mean, I have friends and family here, so this town is pretty much all I have known." You aren't lying, but you cannot help yourself from adding, "But it's not all that great. I mean, for one, nothing big really happens--that's why I want to lea--" Oops. You said too much. The cutoff gets Taylor to lean forward with a sharper smile. "You want to...leave?" Maybe you can trick $himher. "No." "You just said you did." "Did I?" "Yes. You did. I'm not stupid," $heshe roll$s $hisher eyes. Damn it. "But still. This actually works out perfectly..." Huh? What is that supposed to mean? And why did $heshe have to sound so ominous?? <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shake$s $hisher head, waving away your thoughts. "Sorry. I'm just thinking out loud. Are you a high schooler or something? You look like you're around my age." "And what age would that be?" "//Technically// eighteen, but I'm turning nineteen in three months." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> narrow$s $hisher eyes. "Hey wait, I see what you're doing! You still didn't answer the question." Well, that didn't work. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> saw right through you. [[With no other choice left...you consider your answer.|ch2pg6rewrite]]

"It's great. Nice! I'd even say it's the best place to live." //Yeah right, only if you want peace and quiet.// Taylor is quiet, observing you with silent eyes. It takes everything to stay still. Then, $heshe break$s out into a wide smile. "You know...for a second there you really had me convinced. But I know you're lying. At least to yourself." "And how would you even know that?" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> raises an eyebrow like it's the dumbest thing $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> ever heard. "I'm an <<if $gender is "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>>. I make those faces every day. Of course I know it's not real. But it's pretty convincing." And then, more quietly, "This actually makes things easier..." You blink. Were you supposed to hear that? What is that supposed to mean? And why did $heshe have to sound so ominous?? <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shake$s $hisher head. "Sorry, I was just thinking out loud. But...do you really find your town that boring? Aren't you a high schooler? You look like you're my age. "And what age would that be?" "//Technically// eighteen, but I'm turning nineteen in three months." Then, as if sensing the change, $heshe narrow$s $hisher eyes. "Hey wait, I see what you're doing! You still didn't answer the question." Damn, that didn't work. [[With no other choice left...you consider your answer.|ch2pg6rewrite]]

You pick up a menu from between the napkin holder, peeling at the edge of the clear hard plastic. An uneasy feeling washes over you. "Yeah, I'm a senior," you reply, eyes glazing over the available sandwiches and salads the café has to offer. You wonder why the café has menus when most people just order at the counter. For browsing, perhaps? "At Sunnyview High School." "Eighteen yet?" You shake your head. "Seventeen, but my birthday is next week. On Wednesday, actually." "Oh, happy early birthday. I moved out as soon as I turned eighteen," $heshe grin$s. "Probably the best decision of my life." "Why's that?" "No reason." There $heshe <<if $plural is true>>go<<else>>goes<<endif>> again, being intentionally vague. "Anyways, just out of curiosity, since I've never been to public schools before...does your school have a theater department?" "Yeah, we do fall plays and spring musicals every year." "Do you participate in them?" Taylor sounds so nonchalant that it's suspicious. //Almost.// You think about your experience... <ul> <li>[[You were part of the theater department, and you had roles in previous musicals. Not big ones, but they were important nonetheless.|ch2pg7a][$musicalExperience to "roles", $taylorRelationship += 5]]</li> <li>[[You were part of the theater department, but only as part of the backstage crew. You never liked the limelight.|ch2pg7b][$musicalExperience to "crew", $taylorRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You've never participated in the musicals your high school had, though you have seen one.|ch2pg7c][$musicalExperience to "seen", $taylorRelationship += 1]]</li> <li>[[You've never participated in musicals, nor have you seen one. You were never interested in them.|ch2pg7d][$musicalExperience to "none", $taylorRelationship -= 1]]</li> </ul>

"Well, I am part of the department and I have had roles in our productions--" Taylor lights up like the Fourth of July. If $heshe <<if $plural is true>>were<<else>>was<<endif>> bored before, $heshe $isare not anymore. "Really? Who did you play?! Which production did you do?! Not to brag or anything, but I've watched so many that I probably know what it is." "Um, well, I only had small roles..." And that's just you being generous. It was more like you were the background character who'd walk across the stage to create the atmosphere. Taylor rolls $hisher eyes. "Doesn't matter. What does is the experience, no matter how insignificant it may seem. But you still didn't answer my question." You are getting frustrated. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> been asking most of the questions. "Why are you even asking all of these questions? First about the town, then my age, and now about my theater experience? What are you even trying to get at?" For the first time of the day, Taylor's face is...utterly blank. You are almost surprised by this, given how animated $hisher facial expressions were from the moment you met $himher. You assume for a second that Taylor isn't going to say anything, so you open your mouth to change the subject. However, $heshe speak$s before you do. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh or scoff or...whatever. When I say it, just hear me out." You don't really like the sound of that, but your curiosity is burning. You nod, mentally preparing yourself for what $heshe may say. Surely it couldn't be that bad, right? Wrong. In fact, nothing could prepare you for what $heshe <<if $plural is false>>was<<else>>were<<endif>> about to say. [[''Because I was thinking...wouldn't it be crazy if we switched places?''|ch2pg8rewrite]]

If you had liquid in your mouth, you would have spat it out. If you were eating, you would have choked on it. However, since you have neither, your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Taylor watches your reaction quietly, keeping a straight face throughout your obvious struggle to comprehend $hisher suggestion. You're not sure if it's meant to be comforting or unnerve you. Knowing Taylor, it is likely the latter. As soon as you are about to speak, the sentence dies in your throat. Because what can you say to that? Everything that comes to mind is immediately squashed, all of them horrible to say out loud. "I have an order for $nickname $lastname!" Finally, after an eternity, the barista finally had your food ready at possibly the //worst// time ever. Or the best time ever. You are unsure which one is more fitting for the situation. The fact that he managed to say your name perfectly without butchering it isn't the most surprising thing you've heard today. [[You don't say anything as you get up to retrieve your order.|ch2pg9rewrite]]

"I am part of the theatre department, but I was always backstage crew because I hated the--" "Well I'm sure you have learned some things from watching the actors, right? So, what productions did you guys do? I probably know it, I am a huge musical fan after all," $heshe say$s with sudden enthusiasm, completely disregarding the fact that $heshe interrupted you. "Though I've also been to plenty of plays as well. But there's something so cool about plays that I can't quite describe, either..." This is starting to get a little frustrating. Every time you try to ask Taylor something, $heshe would quickly turn it back to you as if $heshe $isare not a mystery $self. "No offense, Taylor, but why would I need to tell you?" "To satiate my curiosity?" $heshe shrug$s. "Okay, but why are you even asking me all of these questions about my life?" We just met, you want to say to $himher. Wouldn't you have your guard up just in case things end badly? "First about the town, then my age, and now about my theater experience? What are you even trying to get at?" For the first time of the day, Taylor's face is...utterly blank. You are almost surprised by this, given how animated $hisher facial expressions were from the moment you met $himher. You assume for a second that Taylor isn't going to say anything, so you open your mouth to change the subject. However, $heshe speak$s before you do. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh or scoff. Just hear me out. Alright?" You nod, mentally preparing yourself for what $heshe may say. Surely it couldn't be that bad, right? Wrong. In fact, nothing could prepare you for what $heshe <<if $plural is false>>was<<else>>were<<endif>> about to say. [[''I was thinking...wouldn't it be crazy if we switched places?''|ch2pg8rewrite]]

"Well no...but I have gone to a few on Broadway--" Taylor's eyes widen like saucers and $heshe interrupt$s you without missing a beat. "Wait really?! You've been to Broadway? What's your favorite one? I mean, I don't have one 'cause there's so many that I love, but I'll probably know what it is if you tell me." Hold on, $heshe $isare also a fan? Who would have thought? However, right before you tell $himher your favorite production, you realize $heshe <<if $plura is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> been asking you all of the questions. At this realization, a sudden wave of frustration overwhelms you, bringing a frown with it. "Wait...why are you even asking?" "Curiosity?" Taylor sounds as confused as you feel. "Okay, but why are you even asking me all of these questions about my life?" We just met, you want to say to $himher, and you don't even trust $himher. "First about the town, then my age, and now about my theater experience? What are you even trying to get at?" For the first time of the day, Taylor's face is...utterly blank. You are almost surprised by this, given how animated $hisher facial expressions were from the moment you met $himher. You assume for a second that Taylor isn't going to say anything, so you open your mouth to change the subject. However, $heshe speak$s before you do. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh or scoff. Just hear me out. Alright?" Fair enough. You nod, mentally preparing yourself for what $heshe may say. Surely it couldn't be that bad, right? Wrong. In fact, nothing could prepare you for what $heshe <<if $plural is false>>was<<else>>were<<endif>> about to say. [[''Because I was thinking...wouldn't it be crazy if we switched places?''|ch2pg8rewrite]]

"Um, no...I don't really do theatre." Taylor's enthusiasm droops, but only momentarily. "Well, have you ever seen one? Because I have! Way too many times, if I'm going to be honest, but I've seen so many that I probably know it." //Well, this is awkward.// "...yeah, I've never seen one, either." This depletes $hisher mood, $hisher head face planting into $hisher hands. You are amused at how quickly $hisher mood changed, though it shouldn't be anything surprising. Taylor definitely gives off theatre kid vibes--and it's not like $hisher job gave that away. "Are you joking?" "No. Why would I be?" you shrug. "I guess musicals never interested me." Not to mention how crazy expensive it must be to buy a ticket for one. Your parents would never let you go without them, though. At this point, Taylor looks defeated, sighing loudly and slapping the table. "You, my twin, have a very sad, depressing life." Your jaw drops, offended by $hisher open bluntness, but $heshe $isare quick to add, "But that's alright! I have an easy to fix to that--I could take you to see one somday." <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> gaze drifts off, potentially seeking for musicals to take you to see. You roll your eyes. "Sure, we'll see about that. Why are you asking?" "Just because." At your look, Taylor quickly sobers up. For the first time, $hisher face is completely blank, devoid of any emotions like a mask. You assume for a second that Taylor isn't going to say anything, so you open your mouth to change the subject. However, $heshe speak$s before you do. Nothing could prepare you for what $heshe <<if $plural is false>>was<<else>>were<<endif>> about to say. [[''Because I was thinking...wouldn't it be crazy if we switched places?''|ch2pg8rewrite]]

While you are very thankful for the brief respite, it goes away as soon as you sit down and try a sip of your drink. Taylor is quick to jump into explaining what $heshe meant. However, of course $heshe $isare unable to do so without a teasing jab. "Okay, I //know// it was out-of-the-blue, but I was not expecting that kind of reaction." It makes you wonder what exactly $heshe thought would happen. "I mean, it isn't that crazy of an idea..." At your look, $heshe immediately raise$s $hisher hands. "Alright fine, maybe it is...a little crazy. But it is a fun proposal to think about, no? I mean, we live completely different lives. It'd be fun to experiment a little." <ul> <li>[[Taylor might have a point...|ch2pg10]]</li> <li>[["Yeah no, " + $heshe + " " + $isare + " delusional."|ch2pg10]]</li> </ul>

<<notify 5s>>Info on People: //Atlas Victory// & //Valentia Hope// has been updated!<</notify>>Atlas Victory: three time Oscar-winner, two for Best Actor and one for Best Supporting Actor, and nominee for eleven other films throughout his career. Also considered one of the greatest actors of your time. Possibly in all history. He's your father's favorite actor--you remember when your father used to watch movies starring him. Many were old, but that didn't matter. As a kid, you would be forced to sit down with him and watch. Looking back, a lot of them were probably too inappropriate for your age. Atlas Victory may as well be your favorite actor, too. You can name all of the movies he won awards for--and the ones he didn't. You could list every single role he has played, down to the small ones and cameos. His entire discography expands more than three decades, but it's all memorized. One could say you are a fanatic for Atlas Victory. And you don't deny that. Yet you are surprised to hear that Taylor is his kid. //Taylor.// Who happens to look like //you//. The dots should have connected. They even have the same last name. Damn. You're kind of kicking yourself for not realizing that earlier. You cannot be that oblivious. [[Right?|ch2pg12]]

Taylor continues on, oblivious to your thoughts. "You know..." $heshe let$s out a dramatic sigh, "I have often wondered what my life would have been like if I never went into the entertainment business. If my //celebrity parents// didn't sign me up for roles when I was only five." Huh. //Celebrity parents.// It is interesting that $heshe brought that up. As you have never read anything about Taylor before, Maxie has been your one and only source on everything you know about $himher. The only problem is that you rarely paid attention to what $mheshe was saying, so you don't remember much. Now that you think about it, has Maxie ever mentioned Taylor's parents? You know that $heshe grew up wealthy--nepotism at its finest--but nothing about $hisher parents. "Celebrity parents?" Noting your confusion, Taylor's eyebrows furrow. "Do you not...how much do you know about me?" "Just that you won an award and some other things my best friend told me about you," you admit. You can tell $heshe $isare trying to mask $hisher disappointment, but it shows. //Clearly.// "Best friend?" Now it's their turn to parrot you. "What's their name?" "<<print $mhisher.toUpperFirst()>> name is Maxie." You are about to tell Taylor about $mhimher when you realize that $heshe $isare trying to change the subject. "Wait hold on, you still haven't answered //my// question! You have celebrity parents?" Taylor frowns, fidgeting with the cup in $hisher hands. "Ugh, do I have to explain?" It's clear that $heshe $isare hesitant to answer your question, but it's not a subject you're willing to drop so easily. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> slip of the tongue has gotten $himher into this position, after all. "Yes." That was not the answer Taylor was looking for, but you're not willing to give exceptions. A few seconds of silently staring at each other pass by before $heshe continue$s in a low voice, "My parents are...well, you probably know them as Atlas Victory and Valentia Hope." Oh. //OH.// OH?! Well then. [[You are certainly familiar with Atlas Victory.|ch2pg11rewrite]]

"Hey--//HEY!// You're zoning out--you good?" Your head lifts up to see $himher staring at you with raised eyebrows. Huh, when did you look down at the table? You don't remember doing that. Realizing that you have yet to respond, you nod, even if a little delayed. A beat passes before $heshe <<if $plural is true>>relax<<else>>relaxes<<endif>> in $hisher seat. It makes you wonder if $heshe <<if $plural is true>>were<<else>>was<<endif>> trying to get your attention before. However, with how calm $heshe look$s, you doubt $heshe actually did anything besides asking if you were okay. With visible creases in $hisher forehead, $heshe shoot$s you a sardonic smile. "So...I guess you know them?" It takes a good amount of effort to keep from agreeing immediately. //Shit, $nickname, act cool.// <ul> <li>[['"I guess you could say that."'|ch2pg13arewrite]]</li> <li>[['"Do I know them?! OF COURSE I DO!"'|ch2pg13brewrite][$taylorRelationship -= 2]]</li> </ul>

You shrug, and the words that come afterwards contradict your inner feelings. It's shocking how well you manage to hide it. "I guess you could say that. My father is a huge fan of your--I mean, of him. He used to make me watch his movies as a kid." You catch yourself, noting the tug between $hisher eyebrows at the mention of $hisher father. Taylor either ignores the poorly hidden enthusiasm in your voice or does not notice it at all. "Perhaps I should get him to sign something for your father, huh?" $heshe snort$s, and with every fiber in your body you hope $heshe $isare being serious. But then Taylor shakes $hisher head and takes a bite from $hisher long forgotten sandwich. Realizing that you have not taken more than a sip of your drink, you copy $himher, though it does not taste as good as before. <<if $food1 != "none">>You also remember your food, and eat some of it.<<endif>> "You should." Taylor scowls, but it quickly shifts into a smirk, as if there's some sort of secret $heshe know$s about that you don't. "Sure...but you only seem to know about him. Which is understandable, as my mother is not as famous as him. Only after they entered a public relationship did she become sought after in the modelling industry." She's a model? That sounds familiar--Maxie might have mentioned it to you after all. "They are both good at their jobs," $heshe continue$s, letting out a mirthless chuckle, "but not so much at raising kids. Always away on their 'business trips' and never home to take care of me." You can sympathize with that--your parents work long hours, sometimes going away on business trips for days at a time. Preparing dinner became a necessity to learn. That is something you have come to accept. "You too, huh?" Taylor shakes $hisher head in solemn knowledge. You blink. "Did I speak out loud?" "Yeah, your parents work long hours and leave you at home to make dinner for yourself. Said it all out loud." Damn. You and your blabbermouth. "Are they really like that?" You nod. "If you want to switch places with me, you'll have to go through with them. You think your parents are bad, but wait until you meet mine." "I doubt that..." $heshe sound$s so certain, so assured that you open your mouth to challenge $himher. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hold$s up a hand. "Let's just stop talking about shitty parents--it's getting depressing. But I wasn't kidding when I said that I wonder what my life could have been like if I never became an actor. If I were to experience a whole week of high school...it could not only help me immerse myself better in the role of a high school teenager, but also feel //normal//." Taylor's voice has taken on a wistful tone, as if this is something $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> thought about for a long time. "So I'm assuming you've already come up with a plan?" With how confident $heshe sound$s, it seems like Taylor has thought of everything. "Kind of," $heshe shrug$s like it’s nothing. "You wanna hear it?" You are a little afraid of what might come out of $hisher mouth, but you get the feeling that you have to stay. [[Hear Taylor out.|ch2pg14rewrite]]

Is Taylor joking? "Do I know them?! OF COURSE I DO!" Taylor cringes immediately. While the café is empty, your exclamation draws attention from the counter. The barista who served you your order locks eyes with you, before swiftly turning away and retreating to the back. Now truly alone, $heshe glower$s, hand shooting out to grip your wrist and yank you back down. "Oh my //God//, you have no idea when to shut up, do you?" You could say the same thing about $himher. "Are you doing this on purpose? It took a lot of effort to hide my face from that guy! And I tell you, it was hard trying to avoid his questions." You are almost tempted to say yes, even if that was not your original intent. "No, I'm not! To be honest, the only reason why I know who your father is because my father really loves watching his movies and used to make me watch with him." "I should get you his autograph. He's always been more famous than my mother, though once they entered into a relationship she became more well-known in the modelling industry as a seductress." The bitterness in $hisher tone is not lost on you. Modelling industry...Valentia Hope...you could have sworn you heard that name before. Maxie may have mentioned her to you after all. "They are both good at their jobs," $heshe continue$s, letting out a mirthless chuckle, "but not so much at raising kids. Always away on their 'business trips' and never home to take care of me." You can sympathize with that--your parents work long hours, sometimes going away on business trips for days at a time. Preparing dinner became a necessity to learn. That is something you have come to accept. "You too, huh?" Taylor shakes $hisher head in solemn knowledge. You blink. "Did I speak out loud?" "Yeah, your parents work long hours and leave you at home to make dinner for yourself. Said it all out loud." Damn. You and your blabbermouth. "Are they really like that?" You nod. "If you want to switch places with me, you'll have to go through with them. You think your parents are bad, but wait until you meet mine." "I doubt that..." $heshe sound$s so certain, so assured that you open your mouth to challenge $himher. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hold$s up a hand. "Let's just stop talking about shitty parents--it's getting depressing. But I wasn't kidding when I said that I wonder what my life could have been like if I never became an actor. If I were to experience a whole week of high school...it could not only help me immerse myself better in the role of a high school teenager, but also feel //normal//." Taylor's voice has taken on a wistful tone, as if this is something $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> thought about for a long time. "So I'm assuming you've already come up with a plan?" With how confident $heshe sound$s, it seems like Taylor has thought of everything. "Kind of," $heshe shrug$s like it’s nothing. "You wanna hear it?" You are a little afraid of what might come out of $hisher mouth, but you get the feeling that you have to stay. [[Hear Taylor out.|ch2pg14rewrite]]

Taylor takes your silence as an agreement and begins with great enthusiasm. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> grab$s the salt and pepper shaker and places them before $himher. This is going to be interesting. "Alright. You and I--we are both busy people. So, imagine if we swap lives. You--" $heshe take$s the salt shaker and shake$s it for emphasis, "--take my place as an actor, act in some scenes that, frankly, shouldn't be that hard to do, and I--" Now lifting the the pepper and maneuvering the two pieces so that they are in each others' places, Taylor meets your eyes with a final grin, "--will pretend to be you, a totally normal high school teenager with personal issues." //Personal issues??// You are //not// the only carrying baggage here. Taylor is certainly one to talk-- "The only thing is that we have different habits, lifestyles, and personalities, so in order for you to act the part you have to be...convincing. You aren't a professional actor. So that's a bit of an issue..." You frown. "Couldn't you just teach me how to be you?" For Taylor, this idea never seemed to have occurred to $himher. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nod$s and point$s at you as if you just made the greatest suggestion ever. "That's true, I could. You can even come over to where we are filming and see the set." "Aren't you worried about breaking your NDA?" Taylor blinks, then frowns, looking away in thought. "Oh...I never thought about that. You will have to see the script to perform, so...I mean, what are the chances that they find out you are not me, right?" Fun. So if you mess up, Taylor loses $hisher job and could be sued for leaking sensitive information. [[No pressure whatsoever.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"I have a few questions," you say. Before making a decision, it is best to clear the air to avoid misunderstandings. Taylor nods, taking a sip of $hisher drink in preparation. <ul> <li>[['"Are you insane?"'|ch2pg16a][$taylor1 += 1]]</li> <li>[['"How long are we doing this for?'"|ch2pg16b][$taylor2 += 1]]</li> <li>[['"What am I getting out of this?"'|ch2pg16c][$taylor3 += 1]]</li> <<if hasVisited('ch2pg16d')>><<else>><li>[['"Could you tell me what the movie is about?"'|ch2pg16d]]</li><<endif>> <li>[['"Aren't you worried I could lose your job?"'|ch2pg16e][$taylor4 += 1]]</li> <li>[['"What if I refuse?"'|ch2pg16f][$taylor5 += 1]]</li> <li>[[You just have one more question...|ch2pg17rewrite]]</li> </ul>

"Are you insane?" <<if $taylor1 == 1>>"Yes." You fix $himher a flat look. "I'm being serious." "So am I. Next question?"<<elseif $taylor1 gt 1>>"Didn't you already ask this question?" You blink innocently. "What do you mean? Did I?" "You--never mind. I said yes." To be honest, you wanted to see if $hisher opinion would change, but since it didn't you suppose it is true. Not that you didn't believe it the first time. You agree with $himher. "I'm just surprised you said yes." "Well, my answer remains the same. Next question."<<endif>> [[Go back.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"How long are we doing this for?" <<if $taylor2 == 1>>You do not think you could keep up the act for longer than two weeks. Maybe a month, but that's a stretch. "A week," Taylor answers with ease. "I mean, a week of school. That should be more than enough time to really immerse myself in a school setting. So really it's five days." Five days...that shouldn't be too bad. You can play pretend for five days.<<elseif $taylor2 gt 1>> "You already asked this. I'm not repeating my answer." Taylor looks a little more than annoyed. "I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly, since next week is going to be a busy week for me." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hum$s in thought, gauging the genuineness of your words. You may or may not had been paying attention to what $heshe said. Eventually, $heshe must find some truth to it, because $heshe repeat$s $hisher answer, "A week of school, so five days. It's not that long."<<endif>> [[Go back.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"What am I getting out of this?" <<if $taylor3 == 1>>This is one of the first questions you thought of. The whole time, Taylor has talked about how swapping places benefits $himher. But what about you? Sure, it is a break from school--which is honestly a relief--and annoying bullies like Karen Doughtery, but all of your work will be in $hisher hands. Homework, projects, reading assignments, assessments... How can you know Taylor has the capability to catch up on the lessons in class or understand what is going on? What if $heshe flunk$s everything? "I can hear all of the worries running through your head," $heshe say$s it as if it is an insult to $hisher capabilities. "Don't worry about your work. I've got it. I'm a fast learner--it comes with the job. And if there's anything I need help with that the internet cannot solve, I can just ask you. I can do a lot of things besides that, though." You are not following. "What do you mean?" "Like...if there is something you want to do but do not have the courage to do it as yourself, I can step up and do it. For example, if you have a crush on someone unattainable and you struggle with getting close to them. As long as I have the resources to do so, I can get it done." You try to mask your surprise. How did Taylor predict that?! You didn't even mention Kelsey at all! Do you give off //that// kind of personality? "On top of that, I will even throw in a little bonus...but I'm not going to tell you it unless you agree to the contract." You cannot help the sarcastic quip that follows, "Oh, so we're calling it a contract?" "Yep. Because it is a contract. Life binding, one might say."<<elseif $taylor3 gt 1>> "I told you already. I can help you do your work, and if there's something that you have been wanting to do but haven't gotten around to it yet I can step up and pretend to be you. For example, if you have a crush you admire from far away, I can help get you closer to them. And I'll even throw in a little bonus, but I'm not telling until you agree." "Not even a hint?" "Nope." "Tiny. Just...a //little// hint." "Nice try. No." At least you can't say you didn't try.<<endif>> [[Go back.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"Could you tell me what the movie is about?" You expect an immediate shutdown. However, Taylor leans back in $hisher seat, in thought. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> $isare really considering it. "Hm...I can't tell you everything, but maybe I could give you //a// hint. But you cannot tell anyone. You have to swear not to tell anyone, though. Got it?" <ul> <li>[[You promise.|ch2pg16da]]</li> <li>[[You can't do that...|ch2pg16db][$taylorRelationship += 2]]</li> </ul>

"Aren't you worried I could make you lose your job?" <<if $taylor4 == 1>> Considering your lack of acting expertise in comparison to Taylor, failure to perform adequately could result in Taylor losing the role and credibility if your scheme is discovered. As much as Taylor has given an...interesting first impression, the pressure of doing well is starting to feel heavy. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> look$s at you from across the table, $eyecolor eyes flickering over the peaks of tense shoulders and strained frown. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> silence is unnerving. You feel like a microbe being observed under a microscope for signs of...something. "No." //No?// That is the only thing you can do--repeat $hisher answer in the form of a question. The incredulity in your tone does not go unnoticed by Taylor, who smiles unexpectedly. "No. Because I am going to make sure you don't mess up." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sound$s so confident that it is hard not to feel the same way. If $heshe truly believe$s $heshe can teach you how to act like a professional, perhaps there is hope after all.<<elseif $taylor4 gt 1>>Taylor sighs like an exasperated parent. "I already said no. You either don't believe me or weren't paying attention. I'm not sure which option is better or worse." "No, I was. It's just..." "It's hard to believe that me, a stranger, could trust you, another stranger, to keep my job and earn me money?" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> offer$s, completing the sentence. And you are not sure if it is because the sun is hitting the perfect spots or if something about Taylor has changed, but $heshe look$s softer under the sunlight. "$nickname. We look like each other. We just so happened to meet at this café. This is not a coincidence. I'm going to have to trust you if I want to experience a day in the life of $name...uh...$name..." This is probably a bad idea, but... "$lastname." "$name $lastname. Right. Nice name, by the way. So I kind of have to, even if I don't trust you enough to jump in front of a train to save your life. Just like how I don't expect you to do the same for me." As harsh as that was, you have to admit that what $heshe said was quite...mature of $himher. <<endif>> [[Go back.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

<<if $taylor5 == 1>>"What if I refuse?" Taylor shrugs. "You can try." What the hell is that supposed to mean...?<<elseif $taylor5 gt 1>>"What if I refuse? And don't be cryptic about it this time. What if I don't want to?" "I mean, I've got a back-up plan in case you do. But I have a feeling that you will agree one way or another." You smirk, "What, you're going to curse me if I don't? Cast a spell and trick me into agreeing?" "Maybe. I know magic." Taylor folds $hisher arms and winks. It's...a little concerning how serious $heshe sounded just now.<<endif>> [[Go back.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

This is the last question, you tell yourself. Then it will be time to make a decision. A really important, life-changing one. "When do we start?" Taylor grins as if what you asked was a sign of agreement. "That is a very good question. As soon as possible--preferably Monday, for obvious reasons." <ul> <li>[[WHAT.|ch2pg18a]]</li> <li>[[That makes sense.|ch2pg18b]]</li> <li>[[...|ch2pg18b]]</li> </ul>

"I promise." "Alright. Come close." When you lean in, $heshe whisper$s, "So what exactly do you know about the movie?" "It's directed by Stephen Zuckerberg and it is supposedly a romance movie. Right?" Taylor nods, glancing away at $hisher food in thought. "Yeah, that's right. I'll only give you one word, then." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pause$s for dramatic effect, before saying, "//Aliens//." "Aliens." "Yep." "...are you kidding?" A romance movie...involving aliens? They should be filming everything in a studio rather than travelling across the country to film in a small town like Sunnyview. It would be a lot easier, especially if they need to use a green screen. Then again, you don't really know what goes through the minds of the producers and Stephen Zuckerberg. Taylor is, to say the least, affronted by your disbelief. "No. Why would I be?" You can name about a thousand reasons why, but decide against it. [[Go back to the questions.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"I..." It would be so easy to lie right now. To say that you promise just to get a sliver of information about an upcoming movie led by one of the best directors of all time. Taylor is a stranger. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> would never know. However, you cannot bring yourself to do that. Why? You are not sure if you have the answer yourself. "I can't promise that." Taylor's eyes widen at the admission, before softening to a genuine smile--one of the firsts from $himher. "While I cannot say I'm not surprised and a little disappointed, I appreciate you telling the truth. I can't tell you anything about the movie, then. But at least it will be a surprise once you read the script!" Right. You still have to read the script so that you don't appear in front of the cameras like a clueless idiot. Now you wonder what would have happened if you agreed. [[Go back to the questions.|ch2pg15rewrite]]

"Wait, what?!" That means you will only have two days to get ready for the swap! You are not //remotely// ready for that! "Yeah, I know that doesn't give us a lot of time, but we are leaving the week after next week so we have to do this as soon as possible." You cannot do this. A lot is happening, and you are unsure about the risks of leaving everything you are familiar with in the hands of a stranger. And besides schoolwork and prom... [[Wednesday will be your eighteenth birthday.|ch2pg19]]

"We are returning to California the week after next week, so we need to swap as soon as possible before that happens," $heshe explain$s as if you have already agreed. Which you have //not//. In fact, this gives you a greater incentive not to agree. Besides your typical schoolwork and prom--although Taylor is more than welcome to take your place in that case... [[Wednesday will be your eighteenth birthday.|ch2pg19]]

You will not be able to celebrate your birthday properly. At least, not as yourself. Nobody will wish you a happy birthday. Nobody will do anything special for you because it will not be Taylor Victory's birthday. "I can't do it." Taylor blinks once. Twice. Then, $heshe chuckle$s. "Sorry, for a second there I thought you said you could not do it because you're a pussy." You bristle at the term. //Rudeass.// "I'm not kidding Taylor. I have a lot going on next week that I need to focus on--as myself. Projects, assignments, prom..." Well, you could care less about prom, but it is something to throw out anyway as filler, "and my birthday is happening then. I can't do any of that if I am not //me//." Something unfamiliar flickers through Taylor's eyes. It looks like anger...or remorse? Then again, Taylor is not the type to "do" remorse. Eventually, it settles into a resting face of masked indifference. "Well...for prom you can go as yourself. And for your birthday, we could switch midway through, if that works?" Huh. You suppose that is a solution. "Okay, I guess." "Alright! So, what do you say?" "I have to choose now?" "Yeah, I literally told you why! Now that I've pretty much said everything I needed to say, the ball is in your court," Taylor says. "Do you, $nickname, want to swap places with your lookalike and experience the glory that is the life of an award-winning <<if $gender == "female">>actress<<else>>actor<<endif>>?" It's now or never. What do you choose? <ul> <li>[[Accept enthusiastically.|ch2pg20a]]</li> <li>[[Accept with reluctance.|ch2pg20b]]</li> <li>[[Decline.|ch2pg20c]]</li> </ul>

You are more than ecstatic about everything, despite your previous reservations. Finally, something different has entered your life, and it comes in the form of //Taylor Victory//. To what extent of good that will bring remains to be determined. Reaching over the table, you extend your hand out for a sealing handshake. "You've got a deal!" And while this action catches Taylor by utter surprise, $heshe <<if $plural is true>>match<<else>>matches<<endif>> your smile and gesture with equal enthusiasm. "Now that you have agreed, I suppose it's time to reveal the bonus," $heshe say$s. "Is it a gift card?" You are not sure if you'd laugh or cry if it is. Taylor scoffs as if the very idea is below $himher. "Uh, //no//. It's money." That is indeed a very enticing bonus. You could use every scrap for college. "You were really going to offer me money?!" Oh, that might have come out a bit too, er, strong. A little too excited over the prospect of earning money just for pretending to be an actor, if you will. Something akin to instant regret flickers across Taylor's face before $heshe wipe$s it away with a wide grin. "Yep...so, uh, what do you think about fifty dollars every day? Think that'll do?" <ul> <li>[[Agree to the price.|ch2pg21arewrite]]</li> <li>[[No way! Bargain for a higher price.|ch2pg21brewrite][$taylorRelationship -= 2]]</li> </ul>

Oh God. You are really doing this. You must be insane. Perhaps you already are. Perhaps all of this negativity is in your head. Who knows? This little social experiment could turn out to be the most fun thing you have ever done...like...ever. Honestly, you need to do more with your life. After all, life is too short to turn down once-in-a-billion opportunities like this. "Fine. //Fine.// Let's do it." Taylor is completely baffled by your relatively quick answer, jaw dropping and pupils blown wide in disbelief. "I’m sorry, WHAT? Just like that?? I don't have to convince you???" You take offense to that. "Yes? Why are you so surprised by that? I'm not screaming for joy or anything, but I have nothing better to do." "I-I don't know, whatever! It doesn't matter! I guess I'll be grateful you even agreed," Taylor grumbles. "Though this kind of kills my hope of persuading you with the power of money." Money? You unconsciously scoot forward. "Really?" "Yeah...that was my bonus if you agreed. And also my backup plan if you didn't." While normally you would be against bribing others, you suppose you'll make an exception in this case. After all, money is money, and you'll need a lot if you want to leave Sunnyview. "How much?" Something akin to instant regret flickers across Taylor's face before $heshe wipe$s it away with a wide grin. "What do you think about fifty dollars every day? Think that'll do?" <ul> <li>[[Agree to the price.|ch2pg21arewrite]]</li> <li>[[No way! Bargain for a higher price.|ch2pg21brewrite][$taylorRelationship -= 2]]</li> </ul>

No. //Hell no.// This is such a bad idea, and you want //no// part in it. You are already gathering your things, including your long-since finished meal to throw into the trash, preparing to leave everything in the dust. In the café, where it should stay. "No. No! I refuse!" Why bother to list the many ways it could go wrong? Not to mention the stupidity one must have to come up with something like swapping places. "Oh, what?!" Taylor, in a desperate attempt to stop you, lunges over the table to block your way out with $hisher arms. It surprises you how $heshe moved in a matter of seconds, but the shock wears off. "Move." It isn't a request. "$nickname, just please listen to what I have to say!" It is so unnatural to hear Taylor pleading--you kind of hate the sound. You stare at $himher for a moment longer... Before pushing $hisher arms away. You get up from your seat, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. As if you're going to listen to whatever bullshit leaves $hisher mouth. What were you even //thinking//, agreeing to sit next to $himher? At this rate, you could be easily convinced to stay the longer you remain at the café. The faster you leave, the sooner you can get back home. You just want to be left alone. "Ay, wait wait wait wait wait--" For some unknown reason, Taylor quickly steps before you, once again blocking your path. Frustration builds at the corner of your right temple. Why is leaving this café as soon as possible so difficult?! If only you have the courage //and// strength to push $himher away. You are about to demand that $heshe move out of the way until $heshe declare$s, "I'll pay you!" And you are stunned on the spot. Did $heshe...just say $heshe would...pay you? Taylor seizes the opportunity to gently nudge you back into your seat. You sit down, not fully registering the gentle pressure on your shoulder until it is gone. "Fifty dollars a day. At minimum." Is the room spinning? Feels like it. Or maybe it's your head. It's not much, really it isn't. But you could use the money. Hell, you //need// that money. Running away from Sunnyview isn't exactly cheap. And two hundred fifty dollars would make a difference. Not a huge one, but just enough to add to your growing pile of savings. "So what do you say?" ...Goddamn it. You need it. You know you need it. And somehow Taylor knows it. You hate conceding, but it must be done for the money. "Fine," you grit, and you hate how smug Taylor gets when you add, "But only for the money! I'm not happy about it." "Of course," $heshe drawl$s, clearly not buying the claim. "Now then, is fifty enough?" <ul> <li>[[Agree to the price.|ch2pg21arewrite]]</li> <li>[[No way! Bargain for a higher price.|ch2pg21brewrite][$taylorRelationship -= 2]]</li> </ul>

"Sure." It's better than nothing. Taylor smiles, pleased with how well $hisher plan is going. "Perfect. So, with that sorted out...I guess all we gotta do is write up a contract." "We don't need a written contract," you frown. It's not like you are going to ditch $himher. Hopefully $heshe won't, either. "It's completely unnecessary--" "I know, but still. At least I have it on paper, you know?" Taylor digs into $hisher pocket and magically produce$s a blue pen from $hisher sweatpants. Actually, speaking of $hisher pants, you are somewhat amazed that you never noticed the simplicity of $hisher attire. Most celebrities dress up in brands that scream millions of dollars worth, yet Taylor wears a big, dark gray sweater and unassuming black pants. From what you know about Taylor so far, $heshe $isare almost assuredly the type to lose anything and everything. There really is not point in writing it down... Still, $heshe grab$s a napkin and, after smoothing out as many wrinkles as $heshe can, begins to write. The ink smudges against the paper, leaving darker blots on the napkin. A part of it rips in the center where $heshe had been pressing too hard. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> grumble$s at the new hole in the napkin, now forced to write around it. The only thing you can do is watch. Not that there is much to see. You can't make out $hisher writing, either because it is upside down in your point of view or because $hisher handwriting is too cursive. <<cycle "$handwriting" autoselect>><<option "⟳ Actually, your handwriting is cursive as well, but the style differs from $hishers." "cursive">><<option "⟳ Not that yours is any better. People tend to say you have messy, unintelligible handwriting--especially your teachers. Whatever that means!" "messy">><<option "⟳ Not that you can relate. Your handwriting is neat. Neater than $hishers, at the very least." "neat">><<option "⟳ When you typically write, people have to tilt their heads in order to read it sometimes. You included. You suppose it's because when you write it comes out as slanted." "slanted">><</cycle>> You're beginning to contemplate standing up and walking away but Taylor slams the pen on the table with a delighted sigh. "Holy shit, that took //forever//, but at least I covered everything--" Loud, unfamiliar pop music hits your ears before $heshe can finish $hisher sentence. You have no doubt where it is coming from without seeing it. After all, there's pretty much only two places it can come from, and it's not you because you have no idea how to customize a ringtone. With a very elegant curse escaping $hisher lips, Taylor stands up and pats down the booth. The noise seems to increase in volume the longer $heshe take$s. It does not help $himher locate it any faster. Should you help? You probably should, but you can clearly see the culprit hiding in $hisher back pocket. Eventually, Taylor reaches behind $himher and yanks it out, letting out a groan as soon as $heshe notice$s the caller number. "Shit. I'll be right back--make sure to sign it!" <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> gesture$s to the napkin in your hand before speeding outside. Did $heshe really-- Yeah, this is not surprising anymore. You're not even going to question it. [[Read the contract.|ch2pg22rewrite]]

Might as well shoot for the stars and make some good money on the way, right? "Nah, that's way too low." Taylor looks ready to crawl into a ditch and give up. Or stab you to death, seeing that $hisher hand is itching for the knife just a few centimeters away. It's one of those two. "Are you //fucking// with me right now? Fifty is a good price! I just--" Before $heshe bother$s to finish the sentence, $heshe stop$s just short and mutters something about the dissatisfaction of people "like you." After much grumbling mainly to $self, $heshe throw$s $hisher hands in the air, letting out the loudest sigh ever. "Alright, //fine//. Name your damn price." <<numberbox "$payment" 50>> <<button "Submit" "nameYourPrice">><</button>>

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<<link "Click here to read it in regular font!">><<script>>Dialog.setup("Contract of Agreement"); Dialog.wiki("For the next five school days, the parties to the contract will swap places unless it is necessary for them to switch back (such as one's birthday or prom night, if applicable) or if one party calls for it. Any impact or liability on the lives of the one affected will be assumed as responsibility by the perpetrator. No one is allowed to know about this arrangement. The payment of the contract price shall be paid as $payment dollars a day, so long as the contract is not broken. The contract will take effect beginning on Monday, May 20, 2018. Signed this 17 day of May, 2018. Party 1: Taylor Victory Party 2:"); Dialog.open();<</script>><</link>> Contract of Agreement For the next five school days, the parties to the contract will swap places unless it is necessary for them to switch back (such as one's birthday or prom night, if applicable) or if one party calls for it. Any impact or liability on the lives of the one affected will be assumed as responsibility by the perpetrator. No one is allowed to know about this arrangement. The payment of the contract price shall be paid as $payment dollars a day, so long as the contract is not broken. The contract will take effect beginning on Monday, May 20, 2018. Signed this 17 day of May, 2018. Party 1: Taylor Victory Party 2: [[Sign your name.|ch2pg23rewrite]]

It takes a moment for the signature to truly sink into your mind. It kind of feels like you have signed away your life. In a way you have. This contract sounds so professional. Taylor would probably know since $heshe must have signed at least one in $hisher life. Maybe this is all a dream. Everything that has happened so far has felt too...fake. Unreal. As if your imagination conjured this from the depths just to throw you a wrench. You are almost afraid to wake up, wanting to see this through beforehand. Absorbed in your thoughts, you let them overwhelm you for a while as Taylor takes $hisher sweet time outside. The bell chimes when the door swings open. Taylor does not sit down, sporting a frown you have never seen before. It has you sitting upright in your seat and observing the red in $hisher scleras. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> smile$s, though it does not reach $hisher eyes. You can only wonder what is going through $hisher head and what happened to cause $himher to look this wrecked. "Everything's fine," $heshe automatically say$s. "I didn't tell my agent about our agreement, but I, uh, have to get going. As in, right now." "Wait, what?" You want to dig deeper, but Taylor looks away before you can. "I've been gone too long and the crew's getting worried about me, so I gotta get back on set as soon as possible. And it isn't close, so...yeah." There is more to the story, but you do not bother to ask. Taylor looks tense, close to snapping. And while you have never seen $himher angry before, you aren't going to try poking the bear now. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sigh$s, rubbing $hisher eyes using the edge of $hisher sleeve. "I'm sorry about leaving so abruptly, but if you are free tomorrow, we could meet up at my trailer and start training." So that's what $heshe want$s to call it. //Training.// <ul> <li>[[You are looking forward to tomorrow! You will take any excuse to do anything other than schoolwork.|ch2pg24arewrite]]</li> <li>[[You are out if you have to wake up early tomorrow morning.|ch2pg24brewrite]]</li> <li>[[God, you would be lying if you said you were excited. This interaction has mentally drained you. You cannot be bothered to pretend to be happy.|ch2pg24crewrite]]</li> </ul>

You really need a break, and this seems like a good time to take it. "Sounds good!" Taylor takes the napkin from your hand and tucks it into $hisher pocket. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> doesn't bother to check. "You can swing by whenever you want, but you should probably come in the morning. I should be awake at around five a.m. if you're awake by then. As for my trailer location...actually, give me your phone." At this point, should you be surprised that Taylor is demanding for your phone? Soon enough $heshe will be demanding for your credentials and bank number. And you'd probably give $himher it. It might be best to delete any incriminating tabs open on your browser. You hand it over with the contacts open, prompting $himher to type away immediately. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> keep$s the screen pointed to $hisher face. It vibrates a moment later, and after messing around with it for a while Taylor hands you your (surprisingly) undamaged phone. "I just wanted to add my contact number. I'll send you the location tonight if I don't forget." "I feel like you should set a reminder..." "I'll be fine," Taylor says. "I should get...uh...going..." Oh, right. You might as well leave, if Taylor is. You have no reason to stay any longer in the café. The two of you head outside, disposing of your leftovers on the way. The heat blasts you with such an overwhelming force that a wince cannot be held back. Taylor has the same thought, flinching at the sudden rise in temperature. "You better not bail on me," the thought slips from your mind. You realize Taylor is already moving away, walking in the opposite direction of your route home. Taylor turns around, proceeding to walk backwards with wide eyes. "Oh." $heshe mouth$s something unintelligible before raising $hisher voice, "I won't. See you tomorrow, doppelgänger!" With a wave, $heshe disappear$s around the corner. [[And thus ends your first encounter with Taylor Victory.|ch2pg25rewrite]]

You really, //really// don't want to wake up early for this. It should be a crime to force people to wake up earlier than seven in the morning for anything. "Alright..." Taylor takes the napkin from your hand and tucks it into $hisher pocket. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> doesn't bother to check. "You can swing by whenever you want, but you should probably come in the morning. I should be awake at around five a.m. if you're awake by then." //Hell no// you're not. And you are probably going to arrive at around eleven, if you can force yourself to wake up way earlier than usual. "As for my location...actually, give me your phone." At this point, should you be surprised that Taylor is demanding for your phone? Soon enough $heshe will be demanding for your credentials and bank number. And you'd probably give $himher it. It might be best to delete any incriminating tabs open on your browser. You hand it over with the contacts open, prompting $himher to type away immediately. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> keep$s the screen pointed to $hisher face. It vibrates a moment later, and after messing around with it for a while Taylor hands you your (surprisingly) undamaged phone. "I just wanted to add my contact number. I'll send you the location tonight if I don't forget." "I feel like you should set a reminder..." "I'll be fine," Taylor says. "I should get...uh...going..." Oh, right. You might as well leave, if Taylor is. You have no reason to stay any longer in the café. The two of you head outside, disposing of your leftovers on the way. The heat blasts you with such an overwhelming force that a wince cannot be held back. Taylor has the same thought, flinching at the sudden rise in temperature. "You better not bail on me," the thought slips from your mind. You realize Taylor is already moving away, walking in the opposite direction of your route home. Taylor turns around, proceeding to walk backwards with wide eyes. "Oh." $heshe mouth$s something unintelligible before raising $hisher voice, "I won't. See you tomorrow, doppelgänger!" With a wave, $heshe disappear$s around the corner. [[And thus ends your first encounter with Taylor Victory.|ch2pg25rewrite]]

"Great." You don't bother hiding your annoyance. "Alright then!" Taylor takes the napkin from your hand and tucks it into $hisher pocket. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $plural is true>>didn't<<else>>doesn't<<endif>> bother to check. "You can swing by whenever you want, but you should probably come in the morning. I should be awake at around five a.m. if you're awake by then. As for my trailer location...actually, give me your phone." Nothing surprises you anymore. Soon enough Taylor will be demanding for your credentials and bank number. The worst part is that you would probably give $himher everything if $heshe did. Before you hand your phone over, you make sure to delete any incriminating tabs on your browser. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> keep$s the screen pointed away. It vibrates a moment later, and after messing around with it for a while Taylor hands you your (surprisingly) undamaged phone. "I just wanted to add my contact number. I'll send you the location tonight if I don't forget." "I feel like you should set a reminder..." "I'll be fine," Taylor says with a mild shrug. "I should get...uh...going..." Oh, right. You might as well leave, if Taylor is. You have no reason to stay any longer in the café. The two of you head outside, disposing of your leftovers on the way. The heat blasts you with such an overwhelming force that a wince cannot be held back. Taylor has the same thought, flinching at the sudden rise in temperature. "You better not bail on me," the thought slips from your mind, not meant for $himher to hear. You realize Taylor is already moving away, walking in the opposite direction of your route home. Maybe $heshe didn't hear you? Taylor turns around, proceeding to walk backwards with wide eyes. "Oh." No, never mind. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> heard. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mouth$s something unintelligible before raising $hisher voice, "I won't. See you tomorrow, doppelgänger!" With a wave, $heshe disappear$s around the corner. [[And thus concludes your first encounter with Taylor Victory.|ch2pg25rewrite]]

<<notify>>You found a coin! It has been added to your inventory.<</notify>>On the way home, a glint from the ground catches your eye. When you turn your head to the source, you spot a shiny gold coin laying on the sidewalk, heads up. Free money! You bend down to its level, scooping it up into your palm without a doubt in your mind. When your hand touches the object, warmth runs through your body like a soft hug. It is not hot to the touch; completely unexpected, since it could have been sitting under the sun for who knows how long. But you will be grateful for small mercies. A warm hand is better than a burned one. There is not a single scratch on the coin, completely unblemished despite the heat and hazards of a sidewalk. Whoever had it must have taken great care of it. The side you found it on is heads. The woman is completely unfamiliar, and yet a wave of déjà vu washes over. It feels familiar. It must be familiar. You flip the coin, revealing an engraved crown on the other side. How strange...you do not think you have seen this type of coin before. It's definitely not something you could use to buy a bottle of pop. It could be from out of the country...but where? Never mind, you are merely speculating. Perhaps this coin could become of use in the future. What if something happens once you collect enough of them? What if you run out of money and this is the only thing you have left? Might as well hold onto it, just in case. There are a total of 8 coins that have been scattered throughout the game. Find them all, and you may just be rewarded something special! [[You tuck it away before going on your way.|ch2pg18]]

<center>the better twin</center> whats up doppelganger you better be awake by now come over to linkin ave in oaksgrove my trailer door says #10 kc so you cant miss it see u then [[Look up.|ch3pg3]]

The sign says Linkin Avenue, so this is the right place. You are not as familiar with Oaksgrove, the town adjacent to yours. After a few minutes of walking down the incredibly long street, the trailers lined up on both sides of the road start to come into view. However, all of them are the same bland white, and the only indication you have of Taylor's trailer is that it has $hisher name on the outside. <ul> <li>[[No, this is great! You are SO excited to check each one. This is going to be a lot of fun.|ch3pg4]]</li> <li>[[Hell. This is hell. You're in hell.|ch3pg4]]</li> <li>[[It's a game of deduction! You are good at playing detective—you might just enjoy this.|ch3pg4]]</li> </ul>

You start with the closest trailer and walk down the line from there. All of the doors have a number and character name--at least, judging from Taylor's text it seems that way. You are getting a real glimpse into what the movie could be, though "Teen Boy" does nothing to inspire further ideas beyond romance<<if hasVisited('ch2pg16db')>> and aliens<</if>>. So engrossed in looking at each trailer door, you begin to let down your guard. After all, who would be awake at this time besides Taylor and the few early risers? You wouldn't be on a typical weekend, but here you are. What if you are the crazy one all along...? It escapes your notice when someone starts speedwalking over to you until they are calling out, "Hey! Excuse me! You're not supposed to be here!" Oh, //shit//. That is not good. You stiffly turn around to see a woman wearing a headphone set and clipboard. She is not skinny, more averagely shaped, with bouncy brown hair and sharp eyes. Her neat white blouse and beige trousers give away her involvement in the production. Wait...your face-- <ul> <li>[[You brought a hat, but that's it!|ch3pg5]]</li> <li>[[You brought sunglasses, but that's it!|ch3pg5]]</li> </ul>

With your very minimal accessories hiding your features, you smile at her. Judging from the scowl, it is not doing a very good job of placating the woman. With every second you wait, she moves one step closer. But what can you even say to her? You have to come up with a solution, and fast. How do you want to do this? <ul> <li>[[Pretend to be Taylor.|ch3pg6a]]</li> <li>[[Act like a confused bystander.|ch3pg6b]]</li> <li>[[Claim to be Taylor's friend.|ch3pg6c]]</li> <li>[[Flee the scene. Run. NOW.|ch3pg6d]]</li> <li>[[Punch her?|ch3pg6e]]</li> </ul>

Assuming a pose you think Taylor would be most likely to strike--hands on your hips, all-knowing grin, and exuding confidence--you have to remind yourself of WWTD. "What Would Taylor Do?" You feel a little awkward, as this is not how you typically act, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. Might as well try out your acting techniques on this stranger right now. Channeling your inner Taylor Victory, you take a deep breath and say, "Really? I'm not supposed to be here?" You even make sure to emulate the slight accent $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>>. She shoots you a deadpan look. "Um, //yes//? This is a private, closed-off area of town. We are clearly occupying this space, if you could not tell." You refrain from giving her a snide comment, knowing Taylor would never do such a thing, instead folding your arms with a raised eyebrow. "You cannot tell who I am?" "What do you mean?" "I'm Taylor. //Duh.//" To throw in a little flair, you take off your accessory in a single flourish. That's something Taylor would do, you think. Though it completely exposes your face to her, it does the trick of turning her pale. "Oh! I am //so// sorry. I-I didn't think, uh, well, I didn't realize it was you and--never mind, I was looking all over for you! Mr. Zuckerberg wants you on set in ten minutes." The sudden change in attitude is satisfying to see. Good to know how people react when it comes to Taylor. "Really?" That's interesting. You wonder if Taylor is with him right now. "I'll get going soon." "Need me to take you there?" "No, I got it." You say this with brimming confidence. Would be too much to puff out your chest? "Alright..." She levies you a look before walking away. Holy shit. Did you really just do that? And with success?! How did you manage not to lose your cool?? Who knew you had that in you? [['"That was impressive, I have to admit!"'|ch3pg7a]]

Like a deer in headlights, you free, racking your brain for a good response. Perhaps pretending to be an unassuming bystander will make her go easy on you. "Huh--?" "You are on private property. I'm going to have to escort you out of here<<if $gender == "male">>, sir<<elseif $gender == "female">>ma'am<<endif>>." "Wait what? I'm so confused." That part isn't a lie. "What is even going on here..." "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave." "Hey look, there's my best buddy in the world!" Damn it. There goes your cover. [[A hand flops around your shoulder.|ch3pg7]]

You remain still as the storm approaches. As long as you are relaxed, surely you can get away from this dilemma and return to locating Taylor. "I'm friends with Taylor Victory," you call out as she approaches. "Heard that one too many times." She rolls her eyes, stopping just short in front of you. "Taylor is very busy right now, so you will have to meet up with $himher some other time. //If// you are even friends with $himher, that is. Which, to be honest, is highly doubtful." "Try me, bi--" "Hey, there's my best friend in the entire world! I thought you were never going to show up." [[A hand flops around your shoulder.|ch3pg7]]

With every step forward she takes, you take one away. Although it is hard to read her expression, you know that she could very well give chase should you start running. "Hey, there you are!" A familiar voice calls out to you, stopping you in your tracks. [[A hand flops around your shoulder, holding you in place as the woman quickly approaches.|ch3pg7]]

Oh God. Oh God. What are you doing? As she quickly approaches, you shift into a defensive position, or at least the best imitation of it from what you remember in the movies. Poised to strike, you curl your fists, ready to throw as soon as she is within range. Her eyebrows raise as she spots you, and stops just short. "I will call security if you do not remove yourself from the premises right now." Woah. She means business. You deign not to say anything, deciding to wait and see if she tries to approach you. "Know that if you try to pull a fast one that I am expertised in martial arts. I will not hesitate to exert force on you and break your bones." You glance at her arms. They seem so deceiving, but who knows if they can actually destroy your ass before you can perform any tricks. "Woah, woah, hey, chill! This is my friend you're talking to!" [[A hand flops around your shoulder.|ch3pg7]]

It takes everything within you to refrain from visibly cringing as the hand brings you closer to Taylor Victory, your apparent savior. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> look$s like $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<<endif>> been up for hours, hair perfectly fixed as $heshe $isare wearing an artistic graphic tee, jeans, and sneakers. You kind of hate how different $heshe $isare from you, exuding so much confidence. Her glare immediately redirects to $himher. "Taylor. You know you are //not// allowed to let anyone come here on set, even your so-called friends." She shifts her gaze to you with a contemptuous scowl. Someone clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed... "Aw, come on Kelly! Lighten up a little. I asked $himher to come, and $heshe won't even be staying for long." "<<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> could leak private information about the project! I--" "I trust $himher." You and Kelly whip your heads at $himher, who continues to remain firm and real by your side. You had not expected Taylor to actually say it in front of somebody other than you. But it's all part of the act, isn't it? Just another way to convince Kelly to let you off the hook. Her eyes shut like she's going through a terrible nightmare. When they finally open, she lets out a resigned sigh. "Fine. Whatever. But only for an hour, and then $heshe <<if $plural is true>>have<<else>>has<,endif>> to leave. And //don't// tell anyone that $heshe $isare here. Got it?" "Got it! Don't you worry 'bout a thing, Kel!" "I have a //lot// to worry about when it comes to you," she grumbles. Taylor doesn't hear her. "Just make sure to be on set in ten minutes." This time her voice raises slightly so that $heshe can hear her. Once Taylor nods, she walks away, though not without giving you a huff. As soon as she is out of earshot, Taylor turns to you with a wicked grin. [['"Took you long enough."'|ch3pg8]]

On the way to $hisher trailer, you decided to play a game with yourself. It was called, "How Messy is Taylor's Trailer?" You predicted... <ul> <li>[["Maybe " + $heshe + " will surprise you and have a clean trailer."|ch3pg9a]]</li> <li>[[There's no way it isn't messy.|ch3pg9b]]</li> </ul>

Taylor strides over to you, arms folded and wearing a perpetual smirk. Crap, that does not bode well. Was $heshe watching the entire time? "I was //going// to step in, but I figured I'd let you play it out. And you did not disappoint! Although I have plenty of critics about your performance, particularly on what //I// would personally do." So $heshe saw everything. A part of you cringes at the act that your subpar skills were examined so carefully by a professional, but $heshe did say you were good...so there's that. You ignore the jab and relay the message she gave you, though Taylor brushes it off with a shrug. "Yeah, I heard. No biggie, you can come with me. Just make sure to keep your face hidden and we'll be good." That makes sense. "Anyways, it took you long enough to get here! Let's head to my trailer--it's just down there." <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> point$s down the sidewalk. You're not exactly sure where $heshe $isare pointing at, but you nod. [[Taylor leads the way to the trailer.|ch3pg8]]