from The Doppelganger Tales

Ronald McDonald rang the doorbell. My doppelganger was the first to answer. Their clothes were radiant, although in different hues.
"May I borrow your phone?" Ronald twisted his toe into the welcome mat.
"Yeah, just let me ask my-" My doppelganger turned to me. The night stars glistened in her eyes.
"Let him, let him. I don't care," I sighed. This was not the first time this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.
I adjusted my seatbelt. I always wear a seatbelt in the living room.
Ronald squeezed past my doppelganger and looked at me in his pitiful way.
"Is that your natural hair color?" he asked, stretching out his gloved hand to touch it. I pulled my head back into the armchair as far as it would go, avoiding his touch and probably evading it too.
"Phone's over there," I pointed, avoiding his gaze.
Asshole, I added silently. You big rip-roaring stupid face asshole.