Ah, fuck it. It was just a high school reunion. Sure, my brother and I were about to make a triumphant appearance, but the truth is that we really didn’t care. High school seemed so long ago, and frankly, a little lame in retrospect.
We’ve moved onto bigger and better things now. My brother and I are reality stars with our own show. It’s called House Emergency, and we work with couples to buy the fixer upper of their dreams and then renovate on a sensible budget. I’m the broker, taking buyers around to potential homes, and Ryder is the builder, overseeing construction.
It was kind of a circuitous path to reality TV stardom. I dropped out of Princeton, deciding to focus on acting and modeling. I did okay, but not great. I mean, I’m a good-looking guy, but in Hollywood everyone’s good-looking.
Ryder, meanwhile, stayed in school and renovated houses in his spare time. He got to be really good at it, and was known around town as Mr. Fixer-Upper, the dude who could turn a dump into a castle. One day I mentioned that I had an identical twin to an agent, and her jaw dropped open. When I added that he was a rugged, do-it-yourself type of guy, she ran and got her boss and they were ready to book us immediately.
So that’s how Ryder and I got our own TV show. With our combined talent and a stroke of luck, we’re now a hit show on the Home Starz channel. I love it. I love being a real estate broker, but I also love being on TV.
Because that’s the thing. We get so much attention now. We’ve been dubbed the “Building Brothers,” and women follow our every move, their devotion astounding. At first, our fans were older, middle-aged women, the type who watch the Home Starz channel non-stop. But now it’s cute, younger women too, ones we’d actually want to make love to.
So our lives are awesome. This high school reunion is way beneath us now, and we wouldn’t even go if we hadn’t been filming nearby. But I admit … there’s a niggling curiosity that’s gone unanswered for years now. We haven’t seen our stepsister for ages, and her name was on the list of attendees. Kyleigh was pretty back then, gawky and long-legged, like a newborn colt. I wonder what she’s like now?