Rhythm, Chord & Malykhin

I was the greatest thing since air conditioning, and who didn't love air conditioning?

"I’ve liked you from the moment I met you.” He blinked, his eyebrows knitting together in surprise. “Damn, Gaby. I’m fucking crazy about you.”

“I fell off the stage once,” he added, smiling huge. “You didn’t!” “I did. I just walked right off of it—” Yeah, I burst out laughing, picturing it.

As soon as Eli spotted us in line, he threw his arms out to the sides and asked in a voice that was way too loud, "I thought you needed to take a shit?"

“How could you think I’d get tired of you? I’m the one always following you around. And—you’re so fucking cute, I can’t stand it half the time.”

My twin nodded without batting an eyelash. "Got it." Of course he would. If there was anything in the world he took seriously, it was taking a shit.

"Take it off!" Julian had yelled. Eli began peeling up his shirt, which made me scream, "Put it back on! Put it back on!"

“What did she say to you?” Julian finally spoke up once the opera singer was gone. I blinked at him, still figuring out what the hell she’d meant. “I think she just threatened me.” He didn’t look remotely surprised; he simply tipped his chin down. “Makes sense.”

To top it off, my phone fell out of my pocket and the corner of the screen cracked. I literally raised it up to the sky as if it were some kind of ancient sacrifice to a sun god and scream-grunted like a total psychopath.