Sometime between my third mental argument with my twin and another whispered prayer, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Satterfield Siblings Text Thread
Next day . . .
BRETT:
Cal, fact or fiction—you went on a date with Hailey Bishop on Friday night?
SHANE:
DUDE! HAILEY???
BRETT:
How did you keep that a secret?
JULIET:
It was a practice date.
GREYSON:
You make it sound like a playdate.
CAL:
THANK YOU THATS WHAT I SAID
twin telepathy strikes again
GREYSON:
What am I thinking right now?
CAL:
im your favourite brother
GREYSON:
Try again.
CAL:
fine i’ll bring you a coffee. cold foam. the epitome of boring
SHANE:
Bring me one too. Vanilla latte.
DALLAS:
I won’t say no to one either
CAL:
i see how it is. i give and give and everyone takes advantage of me