Chapter One
Mike
When Mom called to ask me to give Brian a bed because his job transferred him to L.A., I didn’t think about saying no. We’d been friendly enough at holiday dinners and were adults now. I’d show him around, he’d get an apartment, and we could hang out when our schedules lined up. How bad could two weeks be?
By the time I left for the first weekend of Coachella, I wanted to kill him.
My brother was still the same spoiled brat he’d been as a kid.
Slob. Man-w***e. Leech.
And eating all my food.
I’d never been so grateful to get out of town.
When you grow up one half of identical twins, you’re never alone from the moment the egg splits. Brian was my first best friend. Mom dressed us alike until we started screwing with our teachers. No one could tell us apart until we s
