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1- Flight B16

2015

"I want ice cream." I sigh as I change the channel for the umpteenth time.

"Me too." Grayson agrees.

"Me three." Ethan follows and I chuckle when no one moves.

"Aaliyaaaaah, can you get it for us." Grayson begs and I roll on my stomach so my face is planted on the sofa.

"No, if you want something you get it yourself." I mumble into the mat, even to me it's muffled.

"You're the one who wanted it in the first place." Grayson puts his feet on my stomach and I sigh, the weight of his feet and legs are too much.

"Stop. Okay. Okay. I'll do it,damn." I chuckle as I get up from the wrestling mat all three of us have laid out onto on our usual Saturday night. "How many scoops do you want?" I approach their freezer.

"Four and a half." Grayson jokes rolling off the mat and I roll my eyes. "Hey! Don't roll your eyes, you're trying to be kinder remember?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me. I bite my tongue and falsely smile.

"I don't think kinder is a word ." I nod my head with the false smile and lean to the right and ask Ethan how many scoops of ice cream he wants in his root beer float.

"I'll have six and three quarters." He pushes Grayson off the stool by the makeshift counter and I shake my head with a laugh.

"I'll just give you five," I point to Grayson. "and you sir, you've been getting a bit fat." I then point to Ethan jokingly and he shrugs. "And there's not that much ice cream left so we each get three." I look in the tub of vanilla ice cream and portion it out. There's enough for three per twin and four for me so whatever, what they don't know won't hurt them. I shrug as I deal the ice cream into the glass cups.

"Dude. I am not getting fat." He insists as he lifts up his shirt and I can't help but look, of coarse I was joking but Ethan dwells on every single criticism he gets.

"You kinda are." I protest, of coarse I'm joking. "Did you go for a run at all this week or at least the gym?" I push the sticky ice cream off the scooper and plop it into the cup.

"No," he hangs his head low then lifts it up seconds later. "Miss Blanchard wanted my assignments handed in early since we're going to be away until Thursday." He sits back on the stool and I chuckle.

"What a bitch, if I was schooling online I wouldn't care."

"I know, that's what I was thinking." He agrees, not knowing what I was talking about.

"I was referring to you, you're the one who didn't think ahead of time to get the work done." I laugh at myself but Ethan throws a pillow at me. I look up at him as the hot water I was using to get the scooper hot to melt the ice cream falls to the ground with a clink. I look at him with my lips sucked in and he hears his moms bedroom door open. Our heads flick to the hallway and then to wrestling mat. I silently nod and we both make a b-line for the safe zone. We hop over the barrier of pillows along the side of the mat and plunk on top of Grayson who groans at our weight. I look at him and hold a finger over my mouth, telling him to be quite, while Ethan holds a hand over Grayson's mouth.

"I know you three are awake." Their mom stands at the garage door that goes to the house and we look up with innocent smiles. She shakes her head and flicks her fingers up. "Grayson, go clean up the mess on the floor."

"Mom I didn't do it!" Grayson protests with a whine and I look at Ethan with humour.

"I don't care, clean it up." She forces and I can't help but snicker.