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He swayed to the sound of the heavy bass thudding to the speakers. Tonight he was the life of the party. Tomorrow he’d be the saint in church all the parents told their children to look up to. He was an enigma; his true self hidden behind layers of lies. He could be anyone he wanted, and he craved a new lifestyle as often as he could get it. He was everyone he ever wanted to be at once. And everything he loved and hated meshed together to form a person nobody could forget, but yet nobody could remember.
The flashing lights flickered on his face, shining bits of it for the people dancing with and around him to see. Curls framed his face; dark brown and full of body, while his milky white provided the perfect balance. He had a few freckles, but they were more like artistic blots on his perfect face. As the lights flashed from red to blue to green and back to red, he smiled, displaying slightly imperfect teeth that only added to his appeal. The blonde he’d met at the party sashayed her way over to him, with a look that was meant to attract him to her. But his attentions had already moved on to the pretty brunette in the corner. With a glance at his watch, he realized he didn’t have time to make contact, and while any normal guy would have been upset at not being able to meet up with a pretty girl at a party, he shrugged it off. The next weekend would bring another party and more girls whose faces he’d fall in love with for the evening.
Walking out of the club he’d somehow managed to get into even though he was much too young, he jogged the few blocks it took to get to the Family Life Center he was supposed to be at. Sliding his cell phone out of his pocket, he called his older brother Kevin for a ride home. He dodged the usual questions by coming up with lies that were well-rehearsed. Yes the Bible study was inspiring. No he didn’t see Melissa there. The phone conversation ended shortly after, with Kevin saying he’d be at the Center in a few minutes. He took the time he had to look himself over to see if any evidence of the true events that had taken place remained. Throwing the handful of phone numbers he’d had stuffed into his pocket on the ground, he was satisfied that he looked the part he was supposed to portray.
Two minutes later he saw his brother’s old jeep pull up and he smiled. It was too easy sometimes.
“Did you have a good time?” Kevin asked, oblivious as usual to the true events that had transpired.
“Always,” he said, trying not to fall asleep before they arrived back at their home.
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“Are you ready?” His mother’s voice called from downstairs. “We’re going to be late.” He groaned, looking himself over in the mirror once more. He looked to be the epitome of perfection. Dressed in his usual Sunday best, tie done perfectly and hair brushed down; nobody would suspect he was also the person from the night before. It was the part of his life that he loved. Getting away with so much while making it seem effortless. He knew not anyone could do what he did so often, and he was truly thankful that he was blessed with the ability to keep his stories straight.
“I’m coming mom!” He shouted to his mother, who he could imagine still standing at the stairway, tapping her foot impatiently, but smiling as she waited for her perfect son to descend.
“We’ll be in the car!” She called, and he didn’t need to respond, knowing that she would already be halfway out the door.
Grabbing his Bible, he looked at himself once more in the mirror before walking downstairs to go with his family to church. Last night he could have been anyone. But this morning he was Nicholas Jonas, son of the preacher.
