Liam woke up one day and observed something extremely odd, he wasnt in his room anymore, rather he was in a unfamiliar yet some how familiar room.
"Hey Liam tell mom that I am sick and I cant go to school!" Liam who was still very disoriented by the oddness of his situation, all of a sudden felt about 50 pounds of weight land on to his stomach followed by that shout.
The air itself was knocked out of his lungs as he gasped for breath.
"Move!" Liam managed to squeeze out, as he pushed the little kid that had jumped onto him of the bed with whatever strength he could muster.
Sitting up he gasped for air.
"What The Fuck Is Going On!" He thought to himself catching his breath, his mind fully awake.
He glanced around the room.
Grey walls, a brown dressing table, a remote controlled Rc car on the ground along with a ginger headed kid sitting on the ground holding his arm with a expression of grimace on his face.
It took a moment for liam to register what he was seeing.
"Luke?" Liam asked with a tilt of head, a hint of confusion, almost as if he could not belive it.
"I'm telling mom" Luke said as he stood up and ran out of the room, into the hallway and dissapered going down the staircase.
Liam held his head.
Last he could remeber was, on the day of his graduation, he had drunk a little to much, and most of what happened after the eighth shot of tequila was a blur.
Rubbing his head he tried to remember what happened after that 8th shot but he litreally could not come up with anything clear, he sat there feeling a little depressed.
Did he accidently walk into someone's house? He questioned.
No way. He answered to himself.
That kid looked an awfull lot like Luke from the show he had recently binged watched, "Modern Family" there was no way he would not recognise Luke.
"Liam!" A shout resounded from the lower floor.
"Did you hit Luke?" The voice continued with a questioning tone.
"That voice... it sounds exactly like Claire" he thought to himself looking at the empty hallway
"She sounds like she is familiar with me" liam thought.
While removing the blanket, he noticed his hands, they were younger and softer.
He noticed the clothes he was wearing were a set of pajamas he had never owned in his life.
Getting out of the bed, he moved around and immediately noticed a few things.
His height was off, he was smaller, his body felt way weaker, he was thin, very thin.
His whole body standing at about 5'3 from what he could tell.
A slight panic set in as he rushed towards the window on the wall to try and catch a glimpse of his reflection.
Brown hair, dark brown eyes with a almost child like face.
"This...this isnt me" Liam murmured to himself in disbelief.
...
At the same time, downstairs in the kitchen, Claire looked rather annoyed, clicking her tounge she patted lukes head.
"Just wait here, let me go and see why he isn't responding" she said as she put the spatula down on the kitchen counter while the pancakes were simmering on the pan.
She began making her way up the stairs, with glint of anger in her eyes, stepping into the hallway, she looked directly into the room where, Liam stood, shirtless, looking at a window.
"Liam Dunphy!" She exclaimed.
"What do you think you are doing" she demanded.
Liam was startled at this moment as he turned back to look at the hallway immediately.
He saw a women, blond hair, fair skin, Almost a perfect replica of Claire Dunphy from the show, season 1.
"What makes you think you can hit your brother and why are you standing there shirtless, get ready! you've got school in 30 minutes" Claire exclaimed.
"Yea... okay" Liam managed to squeeze out.
There was a moment of silence between the two before Claire heard a shout come from the lower floor.
It was Luke.
"Mom! The pancake is burning!" Luke shouted causing Claire's attention to divert.
"Lower the flame honey" she shouted back downstairs before she looked at Liam.
"You" She said pointing at Liam.
"Get yourself cleaned up in 5 minutes and get downstairs" Claire said as she rushed back downstairs.
"This... is crazy!" Liam exclaimed as he saw Claire's figure dissapere down the stairs.
Hearing his own voice, shocked Liam, he sounded nothing like normal.
His voice lacked any sort of base, it sounded so young.
Along with his body that looked like it belonged to a High school student.
Liam felt like he was going insane.
"Did i try something crazy?" He wondered to himself.
"Maybe I'm still tripping, yea that makes sense" liam thought finding some relief in this.
Granted the relief was temporary as Liam began to look around and look for descrepencies.
From his previous experiences there is always discrepancies, maybe he has too many fingers or to little or even the texture of a item feels off.
But the more he searched for a discrepancy the more desperate he became.
"This can't be real.." Liam said to himself in disbelief as his mind raced to try and find a logical explanation of what was happening, did he hit his head last night?
Did he take some experimental shit? Was he gonna be like those people that wake up after living a whole life only to find out 10 minutes had passed.
Is everything a illusion made up by his mind?
The more he thought the more his heart raced, the quicker his breathing got.
His pupils dilated for a second before he fell weakly to his knees, his brain feeling like it was being ripped apart.
A flood of memories began appearing in his mind.
Unfamiliar memories, memories he had no memory making, but yet it was there and it felt as real as his own memories.
Taking it all in for a few seconds as these new memories flooded in, he managed to finally get a sliver of a idea over his current situation.
He is Liam Dunphy, Hailey Dunphys twin, son of Phil and Claire Dunphy.
And he had just woken up in a show turned reality.
"I'm Liam Dunphy... no, not really. But I am. I remember both. Two lives. One body. One brain. One messed up morning." He murmured.
"What the fuck... This seriously has to be shit my brain is making up!" He murmured.
Other then that, Liam really had no explanation.