I am currently having one of those days when I feel sorry for myself. I am also currently drowning my sorrows in highly sugared, sparkling grape juice.

I pretend that Tessa is sitting with me, laughing and smiling. Those Hollywood curls and those baby blues. Just her and me. I hate the part where I wake up and realize she will never laugh or smile around me again. I remember that she hates me.

Then I remember I'm at school, chugging the sparkling juice in my black, tin water bottle. I want to shout and scream, I want the world to hear my pain and melancholy.

The Twist twins come up to my table, both looking at each other than me.

One says, "Drowning your sorrow? Really!".

The other says, "I thought Thomas Hawk was better than that.".

I roll my eyes, "Go away, I don't need spectators or pity.".

The twins blink their storm cloud eyes at me. One turns to the other, "Cloe, are you sure you want to help him?".

Cloe nods, "He is our only chance of getting Tessie back to normal. We need him!".

Boe takes my water bottle away, taking a sip. She coughs, "Sparkling grape juice! Dude you are really messed up.".

Cloe rolls her eyes, "Boe, we aren't here to annoy him. We are here to get some sense into him.".

Both sit down in front of me. Except for the freckles only Cloe has, these two are a mirror of each other. Same red mass of frizz, same pale skin, even the same way they raise their eyebrows.

Cloe says, "As I'm sure you've noticed, Tessie hasn't been herself lately.".

Boe finishes, "We were hoping you could man up and apologize to her.".

I mutter, "I have, she doesn't listen to me! Besides, she said she hates me.".

Cloe raises her right eyebrow, "She's even stopped reading, Thomas.".

I freeze, "Say that again.".

Boe repeats, "She's even stopped reading, Thomas.".

My mind turns. She loves to read. Why would she just stop? She wouldn't, couldn't.

I spout, "But she seems happy.".

Then I realize I had been right about Tessa's fake smile. I was just making excuses not to interfere.

Cloe says, "I'll give you a little advice on Teas, Thomas....".

I cut her off, "Teas?".

Boe sticks her tongue out at me, "It's what we call you and Tessa, Teas. You know, the right kind of flavors make the perfect tea.".

Cloe finishes, "You and Tessa are perfect for each other, you make the perfect tea! Richie obviously likes Tessa, but it's just as obvious that she doesn't like him.".

I steal my water bottle back, taking a big sip, "So what are we going to do?".

Cloe and Boe get this glint in their eyes, one that tells me this isn't going to be fun. Cloe says, "You're going to highjack Tessa and Richie's date tomorrow!".

My eyes pop out of my head, "No, no, no, no way in the world am I going to do that. She'll just get angrier at me. That is the opposite of what I want to do.".

Boe rolls her eyes, "He doesn't understand, Cloe. He's too dumb!".

Cloe says, "You just need to get Tessa to go to the library with you, instead of going with Richie. Should be a piece of cake since she still has feelings for you.".

I ask, "Why are you helping me? Isn't there like a girl code or something that you're breaking?".

Cloe shakes her head, "No, we do what's best for Tessa like she would do for us.".

I mutter, "Okay, what's the plan?".

Boe and Cloe clap their hands, smiling. They both say, "Here's what we're going to do....".