The Art of Keeping a Secret

Chapter Seven

The window in my room faces the sun, and I was constantly reminded every morning when the light shining through the windows woke me bright and early. So when I woke up today, I was surprised to see that it was still dark outside, the sun just beginning to peek its way into the sky.

It wasn’t until I heard a guitar solo did I realize that Lily was the culprit of my early awakening. Our walls were paper thin, thanks to the old age of our house, and whenever Lily blasted her music, I heard it. She had been pretty good at not doing so anymore after my constant nagging, but today she seemed to have forgot.

Lily’s room was exactly how you would imagine a rebellious teenager’s to look like. Clothes were always strewn over the floor, and posters littered nearly every surface of her wall. The spanned from rock bands to country artists to pop singers that she hadn’t listened to in years. I think she liked the ideas of posters more than the actual people on them, which I never understood. If you have something hung on your wall that you see every day, it should be meaningful somehow.

Her room was messier than usual, and she buzzed around, throwing clothes and items haphazardly onto her bed. She was in such a frenzy that she didn’t even notice me enter her room until I sat down on the edge of her dark purple bed spread, and she threw a sparkly top straight at my face.

She jumped in shock when she heard me groan from the shirt hitting me. “What the hell Ivy, how long have you been there!” She continued with her tasks.

“Ever since you woke me up, again.” I tried to sit still, but the messy room was bothering me so much that I started to fold her clothes on the bed for her. She had pulled out all her favorite pieces. The faded Kiss shirt from my dad that she cropped and distressed herself, her expensive pair of blue jeans that she got from her trip in the city, and her cowboy boots that she only saved for special occasions. I knew how much she treasured them because if I ever asked to borrow them she’d scream my head off. “What are all these for anyway?”

That seemed to stop her, because she spun away from her closet and towards me. “I got the job Ivy! I’m going to be touring with the Poppy Seeds all over the south for three straight weeks!” She continued to go on about how big of an opportunity it was for her, but I couldn’t hear her anymore. All I could think about was how she managed to beat all of those amazing dancers at the auditions, and how there was no way that she could go.

I interrupted her. “Lily, that’s great and all but you know you can’t go. Dad would kill you if he found out.”

Her smile dropped, and I couldn’t help but a feel a little bit bad about having to crush her dreams. But then I remembered that I told her not to raise her hopes in the first place, and I felt much better.

“He’s gone, Ivy. There’s no way that he’s going to find out.” I scoffed. “Do you know how small this town is? The news will get to him by dinner. Maybe someone like me could get away with it, but not you Lily. You’re out and about all the time, and someone would notice that you’re gone.” It kind of bothered me that no one would notice my absence, but it was the truth. When you spend most of you’re summer inside your house, people expect not to see you too often.

“That’s it Ivy!” I knew from that sentence that Lily was scheming one of her far-fetched plans. She made them all the time, but usually never followed through. “You just pretend to be me for the three weeks, and no one will notice that I’m gone.” She continued packing once again, as if that settled it. “God, I always knew being a twin would come in handy.”

“Lily that idea is crazy.”

“Sometimes those are the best ones.” She began stuffing the clothes that I folded into her duffel bag. “If anyone asks where you are, just say that you got a job in the city so they won’t be seeing you much. Haven’t you always wanted to work for that one publishing house?”

“Turtleleaf Publishing.” I answered instinctually. They specifically published children’s books, and I always hoped to get a job there one day. “But that’s beside the point Lily, I can’t pretend to be you!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you can Ivy. I know that this goes against your strict moral code,” she made air quotes with her fingers, and I couldn’t help but get a little offended. “But there’s this thing called lying that every other teenager uses.” I ignored her sass.

“Even if I did hypothetically pretend to be you, which I’m not, what am I supposed to tell your friends, that I’m pretending to be you? Stacy is the biggest gossip that I know.”

Lily swore under her breath. “Stacy’s going to be pissed that I got the job and she didn’t. There’s no way that she wouldn’t spill it.” She sat down beside me. “Look, you just need to lie to them too.” She saw my face morph into shock. “Come on Ivy, it’s only for three weeks. Please!”

I realized how big of an opportunity it was for Lily, and how badly she wanted it. But I made a promise to my dad to watch over her, and I wasn’t going to break it. There were too many uncontrollable factors in her plan, too many things that could go wrong. The only thing that would make my dad madder than Lily touring around the country behind his back, is if he knew that I was helping her do it.

“Lily, I’m sorry, but this plan is ridiculous. You need to tell the casting director that you can’t do it.” Lily always had a short fuse, and those words seemed to have ignited it. She chucked her clothes into her bag. “Opportunities like these don’t come around everyday in Mud Creek.” She seethed. “And you may be okay with being trapped here just like mom, but I’m not.” She zipped her duffel bag and left her room.


#4836 in Romance
#706 in Contemporary Romance

Story about: love, romance, teen

Edited: 11.02.2019

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