EXPECTATIONS, depicts the struggle between what we desire for ourselves and our familial obligations. This is personified by Chris and Matt Taylor, identical twins, who are trying to win their overbearing father’s approval and acquire their trust funds. Their best friend and roommate, Aiden O’Boyle, left his family behind in Ireland to pursue a career in dance.
Chris: Matt has lost it. No, seriously, whatever semblance of sanity he had left is gone. The reason I’m so sure?
Babs. The blonde girl he brought home last night. I guess he went out after Aiden and I went to bed. This girl, I swear God pushing no more than 18, no matter what Matt says, came out of his room, presumably to use the bathroom as I was waiting in the kitchen for Aiden. She was wearing one of his shirts buttoned in about two places.
“Matt?” She asked looking between me and his closed door. People have been mixing us up our whole life, no big deal. How she thought he got from his room to fully dressed in the kitchen is anyone’s guess.
“No, I’m his twin, Chris.” I answered taking a deep breath.
“Oh, you guys look so much alike.” The blonde said with a giggle. “I’m Babs.”
Babs. Well her name certainly fit her. Giggling at five o’clock in the morning was a definite no. After another deep breath, I forced a smile. “Nice to meet you.” My attention was drawn to Aiden coming down the stairs. I was glad on many levels, not the least of which was this exchange would have to come to a close quickly. “Aiden, this is Babs.”
“Good morning.” He said smiling more for me than for her, but I doubt she could tell.
“Oh, good morning. You don’t look like them. I thought they were the same person. Did you ever notice how much they look alike?” She answered and then giggled. Again.
“That happens with identical twins.” Oh good, he was taking over the talking. Left me to laugh into my coffee.
“But why don’t you look like them?”
“I’m not their brother.” This he and I were both grateful for.
She stood there looking a nice mixture of confused and amused, trying hard to figure the whole situation out when Matt threw on a pair of pants and came to claim her. “Babs, I see you met Chris and Aiden, my roommates.” Was that a smirk he gave me? Is he proud of this?
“They said you were twins, not roommates.”
I looked between her and Matt unable to conceive of a response. Thankfully, Aiden said we had to go. When we left the loft I didn’t know if I should be laughing or crying.