Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“No, he’s a he.” Kansa paused. Once the cat was out of the back there’d be no putting it back.

“Well.” Mya leaned forward in her bed.

“It’s Jett Walker.”

“Oh very funny, Kansas! Keep your secret.” Mya crossed her arm and pouted.

“No, I’m serious. I thought he was a really good Cosplayer last night, but it turns out I was wrong.”

“Oh my God!” Mya covered her mouth, stood from the bed and began to gesture wildly. “That’s why you asked Aiden that question.” She pointed to Kansas.

“Guilty, and before you say I lied. You asked if it was Aiden, and it wasn’t, so, technically…”

“You’re in a mighty grey area.”

“I know. I’m sorry I kept it from you, My.”

“Why tell me now?” Mya frowned.

“I have my footing underneath me.”

“How so?”

“We talked, we’re dating … exclusively.”

“AAAH!”

A shrill high pitched screech left Mya’s mouth. Kanas pulled on her ear lobes cringing at the nails-on-chalkboard sound.

“Okay, now I’m deaf.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Mya pulled her into a hug. “I’m just so excited! Talk about kismet! You barely made it to the convention, and now you’ve met your Prince Charming. What’s he like? How did you meet? Was he good in the sack?”

She gasped. “Mya Lynn Meyer!” Kansas swatted her arm.

“What! The man is fine. You know I’m an Aiden girl, but those sex scenes Jett had were smoking hot.”

“Can you not lust after my Beau while I’m still in the room?”

“Umm, yes?” Mya wiped the pretend drool from her lips, and Kansas laughed.

“See, you need me to lighten the mood. How in the world did you plan on keeping this to yourself?”

“I didn’t expect anything to come up. I figured he was slumming.” Kansas mumbled the last part.

“Why did he leave?” Mya moved to sit beside her.

“You promise to keep this between us?”

“Of course.” Mya flashed her a slit-eyed look that screamed, you had to ask.

“His ex-fiancée is in the hospital.”

“And? Does she not have any other family?”

“Me-ow.” Kansas curled her hand into mock claws. “She’s suffering from a severe case of anorexia, and she’s not responding to anyone else. We’re talking life or death.”

“Hmmph. I’d watch her if I was you.”