My name is Claire. I'm an average looking girl, with average grades and I live in a pretty average town. Nothing out of the ordinary happens in Allenbridge. It's always the same old things. Well, it was anyway. Then out of nowhere, they arrived and they were unlike anything Allenbridge had ever seen before. Unlike anything I'd ever seen before.
They were perfect. Not average in the least. He was a musician, singer and songwriter. Could've been a one man band. Graham Clark was taller than most with decent muscles and a beautiful even tan. His gorgeous cherubic face came complete with a most star's smile. And he was just shy of eighteen, or so he said.
She was radiant. Her face was beautiful in that classical and intimidating manner. Jasmin, Graham's twin sister, was an artist, sculptor and sketcher. Everything artistic came easy to her. The twins hardly bore any resemblance to one another. She appeared much younger, due to her below average height of 4'11''. Her skin was porcelain colored and she had straight strawberry blonde locks, which was a major contrast to his sandy brown curls. The only trait they shared was the piercing green color of their eyes.
Not one person in Allenbridge had even heard of the Clark twins. And everyone seemed to want to keep it that way. Although the entire town shared an equal curiosity, no one dared to approach them. The Clark twins were untouchable and unattainable by reputation alone. My mother often gossiped with her friends about their arrival.
"Who are they?"
"Where are they from?"
"Where are their parents?"
None of them could answer any of these questions. For nearly a month after their arrival the entire town buzzed with speculation about the twins. Under any other circumstances I wouldn't have cared or been interested. However, the twins just captivated me. Plus, they just happened to be my age and just happened to have moved in across the street from me.
With my brother's binoculars in hand, I patiently sat at my desk and watched the twins. I began to learn the layout of their home and see the makings of a daily routine. Soon June slipped into July and I still hadn't approached my new neighbors. Although, neither had anyone else. I wondered if the rest of the town watched or wondered as much as me. My mind eased slightly with the realization that others must wonder as much as me, if not more. However, they probably didn't watch like me.
Soon I realized that they had no parents and no one else in the house. It was just the two of them, alone. No friends or family ever stopped by. The only person who had visited the Clark twins was the mailman, once.
"Claire!" My mother called from the bottom of the stairs, tearing me away from my thoughts.
"Yes?" I raced down the hall and stood at the top of the staircase, glancing down at my mother.
"What do you do up there all day? It seems like all you do since the new neighbors arrived is sit in your room."
"I don't know, mom. I just do stuff." I said with apathy.
"No matter," she sighed. "Your father and I are taking Colby down to the park. Do you want to join us?"
"Nope, I'll pass."
"I figured as much." She sighed. "I'm not sure what time we'll be back. I think we're going to go out for dinner. That means you'll have to fend for yourself tonight."
"Oh no, how will I ever survive?!" I cried dramatically, with a chuckle.
"Love you." She said simply.
"I love you too, mother!" I drenched my words in drama and passion, causing her to laugh. After they began to get ready to leave, I returned to my observations.
As I listened for the slam of the front door, my mind returned to the usual questions about the Clark twins. Who are they? Where did they come from? What did like to do for fun? I learned very few things from my observations. They had a pool, which they rarely used. They woke up much earlier than me. And they never really settled in to do one specific thing for very long.
Suddenly, an idea trickled into my mind. Quickly, I descended the stairs and sped into the kitchen. In the pantry I found a box of brownie mix and all the necessary ingredients were in the fridge. I planned to officially welcome the twins to the neighborhood. And what better to welcome them with than a plate of delicious brownies?
In another hour, I had a big plate of delectable brownies ready for the Clark twins. For a moment I wondered if it was odd for a nearly eighteen year old girl to be making brownies for her neighbors. I immediately dismissed the thought. It wasn't as if I cared about odd or strange behavior anyway.
After primping and gussying myself up a bit, I was ready to make my first impression. With a confident smile, I stepped out of my front door and made my way to their house.