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I frowned, drumming my fingers on my arm. Duncan came over and I whispered in his ear. "They're really drunk." Their eyes were unfocused and they kept saying stupider stuff by the second. "How old are they?"

"Six years older than me," he replied, still glaring at them evilly.

"Why do you hate them so much?" I couldn't help but ask. Duncan acted as if they were his mortal enemies.

He shrugged, glanced away. "They're just...annoying."

Okay, so he didn't want to tell me the real problem. Hmph. Well, I suppose that when he's ready to spill, he'll spill. I need to know, though. Pft. Whatever. I can wait. Be patient. You know, all that. Yeah. It's all good.

So I nodded. "Okay. But, uh, how are we going to get them to leave?"

Duncan smirked again, and I was glad that my bad boy had returned. "Hold on a sec." He jogged over to the closet behind Kyle and Derik and grabbed a realistic toy snake. He dropped it on the floor and gasped, his brothers turning around, eyes going wide. "Snake!" they shouted together, jumping up. They fell, scrambling to their feet, knocking over the barstools. They jumped over each other and some random things on the floor. They howled and dropped their beers, yanking open the front door and falling out.

Duncan and I rolled on the floor with laughter, the front door closing and clicking, confirming it was locked. Luckily, the boys left Duncan's spare key card on the counter.

I laughed so hard I started crying. Who knew they had a fear of snakes? Duncan, I guess. I rolled next to him, settling down a bit. I wiped the tears from my face and sighed, still giggly.

Duncan coughed, wiping his eyes, too. "They're such douches."

I nodded. "25 and afraid of snakes? God." I laughed, and Duncan stared at me. I glanced around the apartment, feeling uncomfortable. "What'd I say?" I asked.

He smiled, pushing hair from my face behind my ear. "Nothin'."

"Then why are you–" I was cut off when he pulled my face down onto his, kissing me fiercely. I closed my eyes as the familiar feeling on trust wafted through me like it usually did when we kissed like this. I thought back to my room not an hour ago, back to what my dad had been yelling.

"He's a punk! You are not going to even speak to him again! He's a bad influence, a biker gang-banger! He'll ruin your future, your career!"

"Hey," I said, pulling away from Duncan's hypnotic kiss for a moment. "I don't think you're a punk. I love you." I kissed his nose.

He stared at me, confused, for a second. "I love you, too, but...I am a punk. You gotta realize that."

"I know," I replied. "But you're my punk."

He chuckled, kissing my neck as he had in my room. "God, do you know what you do to me?"

I sighed. "Can't be as bad as what you do to me."

He looked at me questioningly, gripping the edge of my shirt. "We, uh, kinda got interrupted before..."

"Jason," I hissed. If it weren't for him, Duncan and I might've gone all the way, right there in my bedroom. Maybe I'd be at home right now, snuggling back under my covers after Duncan had snuck off. But no. This is the chance to finally turn my life around. And to be with Duncan, of course.

He tugged on my shirt a couple of times when I didn't answer, raising his brows at me.

"Do it," I said, getting on my hands and knees over him. "Take it off." Hey, if I was going to be living on my own – don't count Duncan – then I should be able to make my own decisions, right? I sat up, still on my knees, and pulled my sweater off, revealing my thin white, collared button-down.

I swear, I think he started drooling as I unbuttoned it slowly.

He grabbed the collar of it and yanked it back, my arms slipping out of the sleeves.

He sat up and leaned into me, kissing me, his fists getting tangled in my hair. I moaned, rubbing his back and trying to pull him and close as I could. I helped him take off his shirt, our mouths barely slipping apart for a second.

He fell back against the floor and I came crashing down on top. "This is very uncomfortable," he panted.

"Let's move." Our lips were still locked as he scooped me up and carried me into his – our – room.

"Oh my god!" Kyle and Derik shouted together.

I bolted upright, the blanket held tight across my chest. "Oh my god!"

"Oh my god!" Duncan rolled away from my side, staring at his brothers in shock.

Kyle and Derik glanced at each other, then back to me, their eyes searching for part of me that wasn't covered.

I stared, too, totally shocked. "Wha...huh?"

"Get out of here!" hissed Duncan. "Go the f*** away!"

His brothers looked at each other again, grinning. Then Kyle said teasingly, "Should we go?"

Duncan threw the blanket off, storming towards his drunk, older brothers.

"Oh, shit," Derik said, laughing and hopping back. He had his fist at his mouth and was smirking like crazy.

Kyle pushed past him to the door. "Get the hell out of there, man!" he called from the building's hallway.

Duncan had Derik in a corner. He kneed him in the stomach – not too hard. Just enough to make him say, "Ow! Freak, man!"

I sat there on the bed, still shocked. How had they gotten in?

"Give it to me," Duncan snarled flatly, holding his hand out.

"God, little bro, why so tough?" Derik held his fists out, jumping from foot to foot.

Duncan stood over him. "'Cause I'm taller."

Derik gulped and looked up. He dropped the card Duncan had been asking for and ducked under his arm, running like hell. "You owe me!"

We heard him and Kyle laughing from outside the door when it shut.

Duncan ran over and tripled-locked the door, looking out the peephole to make sure they still weren't there. When he turned around and got back in the bed, I laughed.

"And why the hell is this so funny?" he asked incredulously.

I shrugged. "It just is."

He dragged his hands across his face and rubbed his temples. "I hate them so much."

"They act so immature," I noted. "It's almost like you're the older one."

"Nope," he sighed. "They're older. I mean, they act better when they're sober. I guess they've loosened up a little ever since they hooked up with these college chicks." He shrugged, falling back onto the pillows.

I forgot about the twins for a minute. "So," I said, snuggling into his arm beside him. "That was nice."

"What? My brothers? Oh, they're so fu–"

"Not your brothers..."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, grinning at me. "Man, I think this is the best night of my life."

"Mine, too." I kissed his chest, sighing.

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