Forbidden Love

Kenya

Kenya's POV
(The photo is Kenya)

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I wake up and roll on my side to check the time. 7:00 am. I sigh, dragging myself out of bed and into the hall. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth before walking downstairs to the kitchen, where I find my twin sister, Lilah, making herself an omelette. She smiles at me, "Do you want me to make you one?" I shake my head, smiling, "No thank you. I'll have Lola stop on the way to school." She nods as her attention focuses back on her food. I shake my head as I walk back to my bedroom to get dressed for the day. Do I wear the pink crop top with the white shorts? Or do I wear the denim shorts with the pink flannel? I shake my head, deciding I'll go with the crop top. I quickly slip on the outfit and fly back down the stairs. I hear a honk outside. "Ken! I think Lola's here!" I hear my twin sister shout from the kitchen. I roll my eyes, "I can hear, you know!" I hear her laugh as I grab my backpack, heading out the door. "See ya at school, Ken," I hear Lilah call after me. I poke my head in, searching for my twin. "See ya later, gorgeous," I call out, hoping she could hear. Lola honks the horn again, knowing I can see her clearly. I flip her off as she laughs at me. "Get in, loser," she demands playfully. I roll my eyes, opening the passenger door and sitting next to her, "Shut up and drive." She glances at me, "You got it, boss." She salutes me and almost instantly steps on the gas pedal.

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It's only a 5 minute drive to the school from my house, but Lola's been driving me and my sister around since she got her learners permit. At first it was because she needed the practice, but we ended up really enjoying our morning car rides, so it just stuck. She turns up the radio as a song from my favorite band blasts through the speakers. I've always been a big fan of Pierce The Veil, but I could never admit that to Lola as her dad's the bassist. I know my dad's the drummer, but Lola has this weird thing about people fangirling over the music her dad makes with his buddies, aka our "uncles". "I'll sing along, cause I don't know any other song," I sing along with the voice of my uncle Vic. Lola shoots me that "keep it up and I'll kill you" glance so I keep my mouth shut. After a minute or so, I ask, "Hey, do you mind stopping at—," she cuts me off before I can finish asking my question. "Starbucks?" She asks. I nod my head slowly. "You read my mind," she says with a smile plastered on her face. I smile at her as she drives off our usual course to go to the nearest Starbucks. I check the time and it's only 7:15. School starts at 8:03. Weird, I know, but that's how our school is. Lola pulls into the Starbucks parking lot and puts the car in park. She glances at me as she grabs her wallet, "You okay, Ken?" I fiddle with my thumbs, looking at the floor of Lola's car. "Yeah, I'm okay," I say, faking a smile. Lola furrows her brows at me, "Ken, babe. I know you better than that." I sigh, rolling my eyes, "Of course you do." I pause, "Okay, so, I have something I need to tell you." Lola stares at me in confusion, "You know you can tell me anything, right?" I smile softly at her, "I know.." I look into her eyes for a brief second before looking back at the floor, "I- I like girls.." She's silent a moment before saying, "So? I do too." I laugh, wiping a tear I hadn't noticed had formed in my eye, "I know you do, but I-," She cuts me off with a hug. After a few seconds, she pulls away, looking into my eyes, "Ken, I know. I've seen the way you look at guys with complete and utter disgust," she laughs, "and the way you look at girls, your eyes filled with desire." I laugh, wiping my eyes. "I love you, Lola," I say, hugging her again. She smiles at me, "I know. Now, let's go get our coffee." With that, we hop out of the car and walk into the modernized Starbucks for breakfast. A few minutes pass as we talk and slowly finish our food and drinks. "So," I lean toward Lola, "what's going on with you and Oliver?" I inquire. She glances down, messing with her drink, "I don't even know, Ken. I like him, but I'm not sure how he feels anymore.." I frown in confusion, "Are we talking about the same Oliver?" She lets out a giggle, "No, I'm serious," I continue. "Hasn't he been in love with you since we were like 4? What changed?" She glances up at me, sadness washing over her, "I know.. I don't know what happened, but things have just been really weird between us lately." I reach across the table, grabbing Lola's hand gently, "He's an idiot. If he doesn't know what he wants, you'll just have to show him what he's missing," I explain, shrugging. A small smile forms on her lips, "You're right," she pauses, "but how exactly are we gonna do that?" I furrow my brows in thought. Suddenly, an idea pops into my brain, "I've got it. Come over to my place after school and we'll give you the full Kenya treatment." I smile widely at the now confused Lola. "Ken," she starts. I cut her off, "No, Lola. I will not be taking no for an answer. We need to show that idiot what he's missing out on if he wants to play games with you." She rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say, Ken." I smile at her as I throw away my empty cup, "Come on, we gotta go." Lola quickly gets up and follows me to her car.