could possibly be in the other dishes?
I didnât want to find out!
There it was! My front porch. And the shaggy lawn, which I was supposed to mow tomorrow morning. It had never looked so good.
It was great to hear the TV blaring through the living room window screens.
I charged up the front porch stairs two at a time. I didnât trip over the top step the way I always do. I rang the doorbell.
My bratty little sister, Pepper, answered the door. âCan I help you?â she asked through the screen door.
âLet me talk to Chad.â
âSorry. You have the wrong house,â Pepper said. Her sneer softened as she gazed at me. She started flipping her eyelashes. It made me nervous.
Thatâs when I remembered. I realized just in time that I wasnât me, I was still Chad-One. Or looked like him, anyway.
âNo, I mean, let me talk to Will.â
âYou donât want to talk to Will. Willâs a big dummy. I can beat him at Trivial Pursuit and Jeopardy every time.â
This was a big fat lie, and I was about to tell her so, but then I remembered I wasnât exactly me.
âI donât want to play games with him,â I said, irritated. âI just want to talk to him.â
She looked at me for a minute, then said, âHow much do you want to talk to him?â
âHuh?â
She was sharpening up into the Pepper I knew and suffered from. âLike, how much would you pay me to go get him?â
âPay you?â I repeated.
âIs there an echo around here?â she asked, cupping her ear with her hand. âYou got fifty cents?â
I reached into my pockets. I had no idea if Chad had fifty cents. There was something in the rightfront pocket that felt interesting, but it didnât feel like money. Then I came to my senses. âForget it!â I shouted. I pressed the doorbell again, hoping to get Chadâs attention.
He wandered down the stairs.
âHi, Chad,â he said. He stepped out onto the porch.
âHey, tell Pepper Iâm Will,â I told him.
For a second he looked furious. It was almost scary. I didnât know my face could look that mean and cold.
Of course. I had promised not to tell anyone about the switch.
Then his face went back to normal. âSure,â he said. âPepper, this is Will.â
âDonât be an idiot, Will,â Pepper said to Chad. âOh. Sorry. You canât help it.â She smirked.
âSheâs too smart for us, Chad.â Chad shrugged.
âYou are soooo dumb!â Pepper said.
She stuck out her tongue at both of us, then stomped into the house, slamming the screen door behind her.
âWhat do you want?â Chad asked me. That mean look came over his face again.
âWe have to switch back now,â I told him.
He glared at me. His jaw got really tense.
âNo way!â Chad exclaimed. âWe have a deal!â
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âI canât stay at your house!â I cried. âYour family is weird!â
âI never said my family was normal,â Chad answered. âAnd a deal is a deal.â
If Chad wouldnât cut short the switch, at least he could explain a few things. Maybe then Iâd have a shot at getting through the weekend.
âHow come thereâs another Chad?â
Chad grinned. But it was the nastiest-looking smile I had ever seen! He never looked that way at school. âHeâs my brother,â Chad said. âI know heâs a pain, but Pepper is no picnic, either.â
âWhatâs with that weird second floor? Do you sleep in that closet?â
âItâs a New-Age kind of thing,â Chad explained. âMy dad invented it. Youâll see. Itâll make you feel great!â
âButââ
Chad cut me off. âJust watch what the other Chad does,â he instructed. âCopy him. Everything will be fine.â
For a second he almost convinced me. But then I remembered dinner.
Aziz Ansari, Eric Klinenberg