BIG, FAT, DRAMAS

Sixteen

"Heyyyy Ben." I cooed, sliding onto the coffee table barstool.

"What." Ben growled, giving me a glare from across the table.

"I need a favour." I smiled.

My twin brother rolled his eyes in annoyance, giving me a why-would-I-do-that? look. He grabbed a packet of chips out of the open cupboard.

"Mu-um. Ben's eating a second packet of-"

"Ok, ok! What is it?"

I laughed. "You know Jaz, Ashley, Connie and Brooke riiigght?"

Ben's eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

"No. No, No, No, No!" He said, shaking his head crazily.

"Come on, pleeeeaasse. I'll tell Mum about all those snacks you stole from the fridge. At night. When she was asleep. Without her knowing."

Ben groaned loudly. "Fiiiiine."

"Oh, and just one more thing," I said, a smirk creaking up my face. "You know how to flirt, right?"

A/N
Eh. Sorry about this stuff. It's short. And crappy. I'm sorry. Yeah bye.