Chapter 2

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When the doorbell chimed, Chad instinctively glanced at his own reflection, and finger combed his light brown hair off to the side. His nose itched from the dust of unpacking but his stomach growled as the smell of pizza came through the doors.

He quickly walked around the kitchen island and searched for his wallet but couldn’t find it.

The doorbell rang again, the buzzer pressed longer. “Hold on,” Chad shouted. But the doorbell chimed several times again. Chad ran to the door, ready to yell at the delivery person, when he stopped. Through the side paneled doors stood someone that looked like Brick at a distance. “Hello!” Chad said, propping the door with his foot, still surprised about the uncanny lookalike.