Two-Faced Lover

Chapter 5: First Date

I logged onto Instagram and got on private mode. Hello? It's Doctor Quackster. Melissa said you wanted to talk?

It took a while, but surely enough, Titan answered. Yes, it's me.

Are you Adam?

My name is Titan. You're lucky I don't know who you are...

I know, sorry... Anyways, what do you want to talk about?

On Kik, he texted me: What the hell am I supposed to talk to her about?

Smosh, Pewdiepie... I don't know! Don't ask me!

He went back to Doctor Quackster. Do you like Smosh?

HELL YEAH! I LOVE SMOSH!

Have you watched Google Search Fun?

WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK SMOSH IS GAY?! XD

IKR, maybe they are!

Or simply bi.

True.

We talked for a couple of hours and then Titan went AFK for a moment. He switched back to me as I asked: So, how's it going?

Great actually thanks for telling me about her.

No problem. I texted that one aloud with a wink. Keep talking to her, she's waiting probably.

Okay. Wait though, is it cool if I ask her out? Will she hate me?

IDK, just go do it. I don't care. Don't come crying to me if she denies you... Actually please do. BRB gonna go get my camera ready.

Jerk. He switched back to DQ. Hey, so do you wanna go eat somewhere? If you're free tonight.

I considered how to answer. If I said yes, the chance of me changing to this alternate form and having to switch constantly between persons increases risk of discovery. If I say no, this plan will fail epicly and when he asks me to truthfully tell him who DQ is and I tell him that it's me, he will hate me forever, or beat me up so bad that he hospitalizes me, or worse...

Valuing my life, I agreed. Sure. Where to? Nothing too expensive or crappy.

He momentarily paused. McDonalds?

Ok. What time? Which one?

In an hour, the one right next to Melissa's school.

Mmk. Gonna go get ready.

Stereotyping bitches be like: "PUT ON A SHORT DRESS AND WASTE THE REST OF THE TIME ON OVERDONE MAKE UP THAT NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT ANYWAY."

No short dresses. Hell, I burnt the one my mom tried to force onto me on my 12th birthday. Worst thing was: I had to go to a popular Chinese resturant with it on. Humiliating, eh?

The make up is so my cover wouldn't be blown. Can't have that happen, or I'll be ruined. Plus, it didn't even take an hour...

I met up with him after waiting outside for 5 minutes. I recognized his car instantly. "Hey!" He said.

Oh god, he said "Hey"! What do I say back?! I mentally panicked. "Hi." I just said in a startled voice.

He opened the door for me and we walked in. "I'll pay, alright? Find us a table." He smiled at me.

I nodded stammering as I sat at the nearest empty table, he came over to me in a matter of minutes. I smiled as he sat down. My heart skipped along quickly as he smiled back. I shaked a little, not knowing how this night could end and I may be hurdling to disaster. He gave me a look and I smiled uncontrollably. It is too powerful!

"So, what's your real name?"

Damn it, he knows! "Sofie." I lied. I'm so fucked.

He looked at my face. I bit my lower lip. I already can imagine him taking me outside, fake kissing me and then grabbing a dagger and stabbing me in the back of the head, he laughing as he shot holes into my corpse. "You look a lot like Melissa."

Shit! "I'm her cousin." I answered simply. I'm so fucking screwed.

He pressed his lips together and nodded. I sighed in relief mentally. He finished his food as quickly as I did."That was better than any other food I've eaten."

"Why's that?" I tilted my head.

"Because," He blushed, "I ate it with you."

It was my turn to blush in return. Maybe he didn't have feeling for me, the real me, maybe he likes this version better. I match with the perfect idea of a gamer's girlfriend: A hot, cool, tall chick that is also a gamer and loves anime/manga. Also, one who has a good sense of humor. One who has (fake) sunny printed all over her skin and boobs. Not a short, pale, flatchested girl who is always forgotten or left behind, like Canada from Hetalia, only without the teddy bear or the male features. Also, nobody wants a girl who'd rather play a bass than sing, even though I do both (I don't sing in the shower, I perform.)

But thank gosh he's not gay.

"It was fun, and nice meeting you, Sofie." He held out his hand to shake.

I grabbed his hand and shook it. "Same with you." I smiled, and he smiled back.

As we walked out and we headed towards our cars, he called out. "When can we see each other again?"

I looked back and smiled. "Patience, young padawan," I said in a Yoda voice, "Reunite when the time comes, we will!"

And with that, I slept happy that night.

(Sorry it took so long to write this chapter, I had real life issues to deal with. Also, I had to work on my other books!)