Excerpt from Tweet Cute by Emma Lord

In today's Reading Space episode, we have a fresh, irresistible rom-com from Emma Lord about the chances we take, the paths life can lead us on, and how love can be found in the 

opposite place you expected! 

Here's an exclusive excerpt for you:

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My door swings open.

"Did you see this?"

Ethan is fully in my bedroom before I'm even awake enough to properly scowl at him. Naturally, he's already in his school uniform, his hair gelled, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He always gets to school early to make out with his boyfriend on the front steps, and I guess do whatever it is you do when you're too damn popular for your own good. Read: being student council president, captain of the dive team, and a star pupil so beloved by our teachers that I heard two of them arguing once in the staff lounge over whether he should win the departmental award for English or math at the end of our junior year, since he wasn't allowed to win both.

All of which would be annoying if Ethan were just my brother, but are made at least ten times worse by the fact that he is my identical twin. There's nothing quite as awkward as living in a shadow that is quite literally the same shape as yours.

Not that I'm a loser. I have plenty of friends. But I'm definitely more the class-clown variety of high school clichés than my brother, who is basically the Troy Bolton of our school, minus the jazz hands.

(Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a loser.)

"Yeah, I saw the email," I mutter, a pit sinking in my stomach.

The thing is, nobody knows I made Weazel. I didn't ever mean for it to become such a—well, for lack of a better word, such a thing. Ethan asked my parents for a book on app development one Christmas so he could join some club his friends had started, and when he abandoned the idea by New Year's, I picked it up and found out I actually had a knack for it. I made a few rinky-dink chat platforms and location-based apps but was way too busy helping my parents out in the deli to do much more than that. Then the idea for Weazel popped into my head and wouldn't let go.

So I made it. Polished it up. And then one day in August, after I'd had a beer at some party with Ethan and yet another classmate approached, chatted me up for thirty seconds, and abruptly abandoned me when she realized I was not my brother, I'd decided I had had enough of dealing with our peers face-to-face for the night. Only this time, instead of spending the next few hours feeling sorry for myself the way I usually do when this kind of stuff happens, I ended up making a throwaway account and posted a link to download the app on the school's Tumblr page.

There were fifty students on it by the next morning. I had to immediately put safeties on it so you could only make an account with a Stone Hall student email address. Now there are three hundred, which means there are only about twenty-six people in the entire school who don't have it—which is maybe for the best because honestly, I'm so low on random animal identities to assign them that the most recent user was just dubbed "Blobfish."

"What email?" Ethan asks. "I'm talking about the tweets."

"Huh?"

Ethan grabs my phone off my mattress and does that incredibly irritating twin thing where he unlocks it using his own face. He pulls something up and then promptly shoves it under my nose.

"Wait, what is this?"

I squint down at the tweet from what appears to be the Big League Burger corporate account. It's introducing a new menu item, one of three new "handcrafted grilled cheeses"—the one in this tweet is called "Grandma's Special." I read the ingredients and my confusion hardens into anger so instantly that Ethan can practically feel it like a ripple of air in the room, immediately saying, "Right?"

I look at him, and then back down at the screen. "What the hell?"

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