Page 16 of Sofa King Cute

“Why are we hiding?” she whispers.

“It could be Julius.” Would he chase after me? Doubtful, but either way I don’t want to know who is at the door. Of course I want him to chase me; what girl doesn’t want that? But if it’s not him, the disappointment will sting, so it’s best not to know at all.

“Maybe I should have a word with him.” Lane starts to stand, but I jerk her back down.

“No!” I hiss. “It might not be him. He probably still has his face buried in Lola’s boobs.”

“Lola’s boobs?” Lane’s eyebrows rise.

“Not that I can blame him. They are nice, but he was kissing me last night.”

“You two kissed!” she says way too loudly.

“Shh!” I glare at her to shut the heck up, and she mouths a sorry. The person starts knocking.

“Liv?” I hear Julius call out.

My bottom lip starts to tremble. It is him! Last night I told myself maybe Troy was full of crap and that I should talk to Julius. That was my plan until I saw his truck outside the diner.

“It’s okay,” Lane whispers into my ear before wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

I’m not sure how long we’re like that, but after a while, Lane checks to make sure the coast is clear. When she doesn’t see anyone waiting for us outside, we leave the shop and then head home.

“I’d take everything Troy has to say with a grain of salt,” Lane says as she makes the spring rolls. As soon as we got home, I unloaded about what happened last night and at the diner.

“I was thinking that too until the diner stuff, and look at this lame text!” I show it to her and Lane cringes.

“That is pretty bad after the whole make-out session.”

“Right.” I plop down in one of the chairs at the kitchen island that doubles as our dining room. We actually have a small table we can eat on, but I use it for painting or filming TikToks.

“Well, we can have spring rolls and do whatever you want tonight.”

“Really?” I cast her a skeptical look.

“One TikTok,” she amends, and I clap my hands together.

“Oh gosh! What if you record one as me? I wonder if people would notice. I've seen other twins swap and try to trick their kids. Those are always fun to watch.”

“Did it work?” Now it’s Lane who has the skeptical expression. Back in the day, we might have been able to trick a few teachers and a couple of friends, but never family.

“I haven’t seen one where it works. Even when the kids are super young.”

“But the hair,” she points out. Oh crap. I hadn't thought about that.

“Wear a hat.”

“Fine. If it’s going to cheer you up, I’ll do it.”

It's not going to cheer me up, but it'll be fun and distract me from thoughts of Julius.

Once I get the idea together, we record it. Then it takes me twice as long to edit it before uploading.

“Anyone said anything yet?" Lane asks, settling down on the couch beside me. We just finished destroying the spring rolls.

“Nope, but I only just posted it.” I open my phone to check but pause when a text comes in from Julius. I swipe at the notification to clear it off my screen.

“You’re not going to read it?”

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