[ WP ] Two souls are living in one body . Only one of you can use it at a time .

*Come on, let me drive. * 
 **No, I've been sitting still in here for too long. Let me be out for a while. ** 
 *Oh, fine... now say something, she's gon na laugh at us. * 
 
 `` Fighting again?'' the girl across from us asks with a smirk. 
 `` Yeah,'' **I** answer, tossing our bangs aside. `` Cameron's being a jerk.'' **I** smile and roll our eyes, teasing *him. * The girl, Clara, takes our hand and swings it, smiling sweetly. She's our best friend, the only one that knows there is n't just **me, ** is n't just *him, * but that... there's an us. That we are two in one. `` Well, tell the jerk hi from me,'' she says. `` Now let's go.'' She drags us across the grassy field, toward the swing set of the playground. She's too old for such things and she knows it -- she just does n't care. **I** think it's endearing. 
 
 **She says hi. ** 
 *I heard, doofus. * 
 **Well, she told me to tell you. ** 
 
 Clara sits in the highest swing, the one high enough that her feet do n't touch the ground. It's always a surprise to see her that way. She is n't completely tiny and petite; she's actually quite tall for a girl, plus she's 19... it never fails to surprise **me** that her feet do n't touch the ground in that one specific swing. 
 
 `` Push me!'' she calls happily, kicking her feet slightly like a little girl. It makes **me** smile because it's endearing. But **I** wish *he* would stop glowing. **I** love Clara, but she's our best friend. She's like a sister to **me. ** But *he* ca n't hide *his* feelings from **me. ** 
 
 *Can I push her? * 
 **No, Cameron. She knows I'm here right now, she'll probably notice if we switch. ** 
 *So? * 
 **So she'll know it's you. ** 
 *So? * 
 **So she's our best friend. Just let me hang out with her for a bit, okay? ** 
 *Okay, Devon, * Cameron says with a sigh. 
 
 `` Push meeeee!'' Clara calls again, making **me** laugh. She's cute and cheerful. Like a little sister. **I** step up behind her and push her on the swing, enjoying the sound of her laugh. It's nice to see **my** best friend happy. 
 
 *I* watch as **he** pushes her. *I* love her laugh. It's so sweet and happy, like the sound of it could carry *me* up into the sky. Every time our hands touch her, *I* ca n't stop the little thrill that runs through *me. * **He** does n't understand it, and honestly, sometimes *I* do n't either. But *I* do n't care. We're here, with her, and that's all that matters. *I'm* content to watch as Devon pushes her higher. When she's had enough, she jumps off without warning, giving us both a slight heart attack. She remains unscathed, running over to us to take our hand. Her blonde ponytail bounces, and *I* find the sight cute. It's kind of hard to concentrate on her appearance when she's touching us, though. 
 
 `` I'm in the mood for ice cream, Devon. What about you?'' she asks. 
 `` I could go for a chocolate cone,'' he answers, swinging her hand playfully. She's always held hands with us, like it's no big deal. *I* understand it, she feels like we're her big brothers. Devon feels that way too... it's just that *I*... wish she were more. But *I* keep it quiet. 
 
 `` Ask Cameron what he wants,'' Clara reminds **him. ** 
 **Cameron? ** 
 *Let's get both our favorites in that chocolate-vanilla swirl. * 
 `` He's in,'' Devon answers her for *me. * 
 `` Great!'' she chirps happily, and without further ado we begin to walk. There's an ice cream shop a short walk away from this park. 
 
 As we make our way there ( the walk is about 15 minutes ), *I* feel control gradually shifting to *me. * *I* realize what **he's** up to, doing it slowly so *I'm* not taken by surprise. Soon *I* am the one walking with her, holding her hand. *I* pray that *I'm* not blushing, that would give *me* away for sure. 
 
 *Thank you, Devon. * 
 **You're welcome. ** 
 
 The brotherly embrace of **his** soul on *mine* temporarily drowns out the tingles running though our right hand. 
 
 

