The Gallagher twins

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The anxiousness and nervousness gave me insomnia. When I was about to fall asleep I remembered that the next day we would go swimming in the pools. How surprised I was when I realized that in my suitcase I was carrying a bathing suit that looked more like a tablecloth than anything else. What a great choice, ___.

After bathing, dressing and all, I knocked on Hannah's door a few times, almost inaudibly. She was my last hope for avoiding an embarrassing experience. For a moment my eagerness got the better of me and as a result there I was, ignoring the murmurs coming from the other side. An unfriendly conversation was going on. The door ajar and a hand clutched at it.-Idiot! -Hannah shouted from inside.

—Idiot! —Hannah shoured from inside.

The guy she was arguing with stopped and returned it in the same angry tone:

—I don't give a damn, Hannah. You and I are nothing, I made it clear to you from the beginning and it was you who accepted my conditions. So don't give me your shit!

Hannah shrieked, impotently, and threw what looked like a handbag at Ryan. Unfortunately, he dodged it and the purse landed on my face. They were so immersed in their rampage that they didn't notice it.

—You moron!

—Hey... —I whispered, feeling like the only sensible person at the moment, even if I didn't belong much. I picked up Hannah's bag.

—Brute!

—Scoundrel!

—Bastard!

—I hope you get diarrhea!

—I hope your tits fall off!

—I hope you can't get it up anymore!

—Fuck you, bitch!

Ha, ha, ha.

—Can you stop?! —I decided to interfere before something worse came out of their big mouths. I was afraid the others might hear them.

—NO! —they both answered in unison.

—Well, I don't care if you're going to keep fighting, I just need to tell Hannah something in private.

The door opened wide and I could see inside the room. She was wrapped in a sheet; you didn't have to be too observant to see that there was nothing under the cloth. Instantly, I looked around for Ryan. His shirt was on wrong, his pants were almost falling down, and his shoes were in his hand. Around his neck remained his belt and a little to the left a lovebite that, calculating it, would be removed in a week. Here there was coitus, gentlemen.

—I'm leaving

—We're leaving —the twin tried to grab my arm, but I stopped him.

—You stay and work out your marital problems —I spat with more viciousness than I had planned to sound. Ryan remained serious. It was the first time I'd ever seen him willing not to reproach.

No, no, no, no, ___, unless you want to go skinny-dipping, you go and lend Hannah a bathing suit. Strength, Lord, give me strength. I surrounded Ryan, walked to the door and from there I spoke to Hannah.

—Hey, Hannitah, can I borrow a bathing suit? I forgot to bring one and, as you'll see, I don't have a nudist complex.

Quiet. Hannah didn't answer me, but I could hear her pacing around the room. I watched Ryan for a while; he was adjusting his hair, but, from the way he was doing it, he looked like he wanted to pull his hair out.

—Hannah?

—Yes, yes, yes, I have an extra one. I'll give it to you in the locker room by the pools, wait for me there.