Double Date by R.L. Stine

impatiently. “Don’t you understand? Samantha and I—we’ve always confided in each other. We’ve always told each other everything. That’s what it’s like, being twins. It’s like we’re part of the same person. We’re closer than sisters. We’re
twin
sisters. We’ve never had any secrets. Never. We’ve always told each other
everything.
” She added sadly, “Until now.”
    She doesn’t know!
Bobby realized.
    She knows Samantha is sneaking out with someone. But she doesn’t know it’s me!
    He settled back on the couch, very relieved. He had to force himself not to laugh, not to break out in a wild dance of celebration.
    â€œI’m so upset,” Bree confided, shaking her head. “I had to talk to someone. And you—well, I feel I can tell you things, Bobby.”
    He slid his arm around her shoulders. He still had a strong urge to burst out laughing. But he held it back and said, “I’m glad you feel that way, Bree. Maybe I can help.”
    Her eyes opened wide. “Help? How?”
    â€œWell, I’ve got a lot of friends at school,” he replied, pulling her close. “I mean,
everyone
knows me—right? I’ll ask around for you. You know, try to findout who this guy is. I’m sure someone will tell me who Samantha’s secret boyfriend is.”
    What a laugh! he thought.
    â€œOh, Bobby, thanks,” Bree said softly. She snuggled her forehead against his cheek. “Thanks, Bobby,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You—you’ve become so—important to me.”
    â€œHey, no problem,” Bobby replied softly. He raised her face to his for a long, emotional kiss.
    â€œYou have to break up with her right away,” Samantha said.
    Bobby’s mouth dropped open. “Whoa!” he murmured.
    â€œI mean it, Bobby. You have to.”
    Bree had left five minutes earlier, after telling Bobby how much he meant to her. As soon as he closed the door behind her, Bobby began strutting triumphantly around the house.
    â€œWho’s the greatest? Who’s the greatest?” he chanted to himself.
    It was so easy to control girls, Bobby decided. A piece of cake!
    You just had to tell them how great they were and act real sympathetic to every dumb thing they said—and they’d fall all over you.
    Of course, it helps to have my good looks, Bobby told himself. And it helps to be rich and drive a cool car.
    But you’ve got to know how to talk to girls, how to make them think you really care about them.
    He was still congratulating himself on his performancewith Bree when the phone rang. He hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the receiver off the wall.
    â€œBobby, it’s me.” Samantha, sounding very upset.
    Now
what? he thought. “What’s up, Sam?”
    â€œBobby, Bree is on her way to your house. She suspects something,” Samantha replied.
    â€œShe’s already been here,” Bobby told her. He stretched the phone cord across the room, opened the refrigerator with one hand, and pulled out a can of Coke.
    â€œShe has?” Samantha sounded frightened. “Does she know anything? Does she know about you and me?”
    â€œNo way,” Bobby replied casually. “I took care of it. No problem.” He snapped the can open and took a long slug.
    â€œReally? She doesn’t know?”
    â€œI told her I’d try to find out who your secret boyfriend is,” Bobby said, snickering.
    Silence on Samantha’s end. “Bobby, we can’t do this anymore. You have to break up with her, right away.”
    Bobby nearly choked on his drink. He set the can down on the white Formica counter.
    â€œFor one thing,” Samantha continued without waiting for a reply, “I’m tired of sharing you. Why should I sit home alone on Friday nights while you’re out with her?”
    Bobby grunted a