Chapter 9

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I hop in the front seat with my mom and the triplets sit in the back.

"Mom can I use the aux?"

"I don't care what you do. How are you guys?"

"Oh Ms. Viva! Hello! I was expecting it to be Max."

"It's actually Ms. Barnes now. I finally got the divorce finalized." 

"Yeah and you somehow found someone worse than dad." 

"Indiana. Max is a nice guy."

"No he's not. Mom he makes you do everything and he's an asshole." 

"He just doesn't know how to work with teens." 

"Yeah I can tell.." 

The car goes silent other than chuckles from Matt and I who are secretly texting. 

"Can you two just fucking talk?  I'm tired of your dating hee hees." 

"Who's dating?" Chris asks.

"Are you fucking stupid? Who in this car would be dating cause it sure as hell isn't us."

"Matt and Indiana are dating?" 

I turn around to look at Chris.

"God your slow."

"Shut up- you're the one dating Matt." 

"What do I have to do with your slowness?"

We get to my house and Max is home.

Max sees all of us walk in.

"Why the fuck did you bring home 4 teenagers instead of 1 Susan?"

"Because."

"God Indiana, You are kind of a slut bringing home 3 guys."

"Oh my fuck Max- She's not-"

"It's fine Matt. It's normal. Besides, he's drunk." 

"You shouldn't be used to that Indi." 

I shrug my shoulders. 

"Come on guys." 

I take the triplets upstairs. 

"We can either go into my room or we can play just dance in the guest room." 

"I vote just dance." 

"Same."

"Alright, I'll set it up."


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