the next day...
3rd person
"so, chapa," miles said, sitting across from chapa at hip hop purée, "does mika like bose?"
"can't say."
"you can't say because you don't know or you can't say because you're not allowed?"
"second one." chapa replied, with a straight face.
"ugh! chapa, i need to know."
"you don't need to know, you want to know. besides, she's your twin sister, you'll find out eventually."
"i guess that's true... but i'd still like to know."
"still not gonna tell you."
"c'mon! why not?"
"because she texted me at 10 last night that if i told anyone, especially you, she would super scream me to space, or rivalton."
"oh, well, both of those are bad."
"yep. so, you got anything out of bose?"
"nope. i haven't talked to him yet, but i think he was at my house last night, or that was sunday and saturday, be saturday they play a marathon of like 10 dog bachelor episodes and then sundays is the new dog bachelor episode."
"yeah, so?"
"mika and bose watch dog bachelor together all the time."
"hmm, very interesting."
"i guess."
"also, i'll ask bose, because you're going to forget."
"no i am not!"
"yeah you are, hey, did you bring money?"
"um, yeah. why?"
"because i kind of forgot my money at home, so you have to pay for both of our purées."
"yes, m'lady." miles said, rolling his eyes.
"why thank you, cupcake."
"oh c'mon!" miles said, while chapa was trying to hide her laugh.
