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"What the hell are you two wearing?" I ask, my jaw dropping a little more.

This was honestly a...disturbing sight.

Let's rewind to when I got back to the house.

It was oddly quiet, too quiet for Collin and Connor to both be here.

So I make my way up to my room and hear absolutely no sound except for the video game.

I bump open the door with my hip, holding their fro-yo in my hands, only to see Collin and Connor sitting on my small black lounge chairs.

Doesn't seem too weird right?

Wrong. I left out one small fact.

They were both wearing black lacy bras, over their clothes.

I mean it's better than under their clothes but just the fact that they had my bras on threw me for a loop.

We are so eating their fro-yo.

So of course my jaw dropped and I struggled to find words, so I just stood there looking like a fish for a bit.

But Connor put the cherry on top by saying "Hey Harley." so causally, that it shouldn't be legal.

It was only when the pair made eye contact when they started laughing uncontrollably.

Like literally tears in their eyes laughing.

"I'm eating your fro-yo." I say, slipping a hint of annoyance into my tone.

Of course that's the thing that shuts them up.

"We thought—thought you were kidding about eating our fro-yo." Connor stutters.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No ma'am." They both mutter, looking shamefully at the ground. Ma'am? Moving up in the world.

"Your damn lucky I just had my own." I say bitterly slamming their fro-yo on the coffee table in my room before flopping down in my lime green chair sassily. "And take them off. Because I may or may not have spit in your fro-yo."

"How do you get these things off?" Collin whines.

"Very carefully." I reply scrolling through my Instagram nonchalantly, not even glancing up from my phone.

"Fuck it." He mutters after struggling with it and he then peels off his shirt entirely.

"Dude. Seriously it took you that long to do that?" Connor asks, who is now also shirtless.

"Meh meh meh meh meh." Collin mocks.

I raise an eyebrow at the both of them, right as Connor opens his mouth to talk but he shuts it right away as he catches my eye.

As the boys go back to playing their video game I start to get bored of the endless selfies from some of my friends that they've posted in the last two hours, so I switch my attention to my much more used Twitter account.

Only to see that non other than Nathan Wells tagged me in a post about spilling frozen yogurt on my shoes.

Fan-flipping-tastic.

He went and tweeted about that. He's such a little—

Well reply dumbass! Right, right.

I grin, typing a tweet and posting it.

"What the hell are you grinning about?" Collin says, snapping me out of my social media trance.

"Absolutely nothing Coll."

"Hars! We want to know about your life! Tell us, tell us!" Connor squeals like a little girl.

Well this could be fun...

I grin and pat the end of my bed, the both of them hopping onto the bed faster than I could blink.

"I want all the details." Connor demands.

"Well...I got knocked up by some guy at a party I went to a month or so ago and he says he wants to keep it and live happily ever after together with our triplets." I gush happily.

Lying to my snoopy brother and his friend brings me joy. 

I keep a straight face as Connor's face lights up, but Collin's however, darkens and he focuses an ice cold glare on the pillow sitting behind me.

I sit straight faced for about 30 seconds after, before bursting out laughing, clutching my stomach, and tears threatening to spill out my eyes.

"You're pregnant with triplets?!" Connor asks excitedly, reaching his hand out to touch my stomach.

Collin slaps it away, causing Connor to pout and Collin to roll his eyes.

"She was kidding dip shit." Collin mutters. Connor's excited face falls and he lowers his eyes at me.

"Your phone keeps lighting up." Connor says pointing to my phone that is sitting by my ankle.

"Got it dude." I say with a nod. "You guys just got played, but you can go back to your video game now." I say picking my phone back up to see multiple notifications from Twitter.

I don't even want to know what's going on. Yes you do. Yep I do.

With a small sigh and the boys back to their video games, I open Twitter once again.

Well let's see what the wonderful world of Twitter has brought me.

Actually I don't really want to know if Mr. Annoying-Twitter-posts-who-spilled-frozen-yogurt-on-my-precious-converse-man is spamming my Twitter. I click the power button on my phone only for my screen to light up with another notification.

I'm giving up. Social media, Twitter, you've failed me. Goodbye now.

But video games are not off the market. Right? Right lets kick Collin and Connor's asses in Madden 15.

"Hand me a controller boys. You're about to get your asses kicked."
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"How in the hell?!" Connor exclaims loudly.

"Your guys' defense sucks."

"Not as much as you do." Collin mutters.

"Not gonna deny the truth." I say, smirking.

"Whoa chill girl." Collin says. "I knew I shouldn't of taught you to be so nasty."

"That wasn't completely your fault bro." Connor says sympathetically.

"You're completely right Connor." His face lights up at my sentence. "You partook in it too." I say cheekily.

"Damn it." He mutters to himself.

"But seriously can you not hit the button to tackle Collin?" I say, laughing as he misses another tackle on the game.

"Well you keep changing your offense!" Connor says exasperatedly.

"Dude I've ran the same play the entire game."

"No one needs to know that."Collin says

"I think everyone needs to know that."

"I think not."

"I've gotta piss." Connor says getting up and walking out of the room.

"Whatever we can play without him." Collin says

"You mean you can get your ass kicked without him."

"Probably." He mumbles.
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"Where the fuck is my math book?" I mutter, moving a few loose papers around in my locker again.

A few? Okay a lot of loose papers.

Found it. Under a pile of animal cracker wrappers. Whoops.

"Aye! Yo Sanders!" I hear a somewhat familiar voice call out from somewhere down the crowded hallway.

A small path parts down the middle of the hallway, and the one and only Nathan Wells comes sauntering towards me.

I choose to ignore the smell of freshly showered guy that wafts up to my nose and the male that it's coming from, who I made add, has taken residence leaning on the locker to the left of me.

"Sup Sanders." His speaking quiets down the hallway buzzing with sound, all ears perking up to hear what the golden boy's going to say next.

"Really hoping you didn't come to spill some more fro-yo on my shoe." I say. I'm so lost. I'm praying for my wittiness and ability to come up with comebacks and small talk on the spot will cover that up.

"Nope. I figured after that didn't work, I'd have to find some other way to charm the pants off you."

I have to hold back a snort before speaking my next words. "If that was your definition of charm, your charm needs some work."

"Hmm...cheesy pick up lines then?" I quirk an eyebrow and tuck my math book under my arm as I slide my backpack off my opposite shoulder.

"That's for you to decide and me to laugh at."

"Are you saying they'll work?"

"Not sure those are the words that came out of my mouth." I slam my locker door shut and cringe internally when I hear a loud tumble from inside of it.

"I'll try 'em out anyways."

"You do you." I start walking down the hallway in attempt to escape further conversation with the male who lengthened his stride and caught up with me anyways.

The buzz in the hallway is quickly restored as we walk away, everyone going back to their own conversations.

"Hold on I got one." He says, his eyes lighting up.

"Hit me."

"Are you Daniel because damn."

I got one! Hit me.

"Are you Felicia because bye."

"Well shit you just ruined a bomb ass pick-up line."

"With a bomb ass comeback."

"We all know it was one you don't have to put salt in the wound." He mutters.

I roll my eyes and come to a stop at the classroom door I have my calculus class in. Nathan clears his throat and I turn on my heel towards him.

"Yes?"

"Nothing. I'll see you at lunch. And before you say no, you don't get a choice." And with that he walks away

"What just happened." I say under my breath.

Great. Now I'm even more lost.

But I'm sure as hell not going to lunch with him.
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A/N THIS BOY JUST. IDK

Well...thoughts? Comments? Questions? Concerns?

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OKAY SO DO WE HAVE ANYONE WHO SHIPS THEM YET?? Or is it just me...?

So...I sort of suck at authors notes so I'll cut this one short again.

See you in the next chapter!

-Jo