Chapter Eighteen

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Thursday
Tiffany
As I walk into the apartment, Tommy opens his mouth to ask the same question he's been asking for the past two days now...

"Before you say anything," I chuckle,"no, I did not get a pregnancy test. And I know I have twenty-four hours to make my decision."

"Alright! That was quick."

"I know you too well."

He snorts,"is that bad?"

"No. You're my brother from another mother."

"Although we're not from the same place, right?"

"You're correct. I moved here when I was nine. I'm from New York."

"You're a New Yorker?!"

I chuckle,"yes. You can't tell by my New Yorker accent?"

"Not one bit. To be honest I thought you were from Georgia or North Florida."

"I have a Northern accent, not a Southern accent."

"I know, I know. I'm stupid."

"You're not that stupid. Actually, you're not even stupid. What the heck!"

He chuckles,"sorry! Not really."

I roll my eyes,"jerk."

"Thank you! I'm taking that as a compliment!"

Again, I roll my eyes, as I walk to my bedroom,"what the heck?!"

I hear Tommy burst out laughing as Adam falls off my bed, laughing. It didn't take long for me laugh after. Why do I live with a dork and date a dork? Because I love them.

"Your face, Tiff!"

"Yeah, yeah, Adam. Seriously? My room?"

"I told Tommy it would be better if I was in the bathroom."

I face palm myself,"seriously guys?"

Adam nods while Tommy says 'yes',"can I have my room now, Dorkbert?"

"Can I come in after?" He smirks.

I chuckle,"no. I'm coming out right after."

He pouts,"but you can sit next to me, like always."

"With chocolate?"

I chuckle,"with chocolate."
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A few hours later
Adam
"Now I feel like strangling you!" Tiffany closes her laptop, basically slamming it. I said 'no' to her bridge, again.

"Sorry!" I put my hands in the air.

She groans,"I'm never going to survive four years of this."

"You will! Trust me."

Tommy looks up from his phone,"I agree with Adam."

"Pfft! Thanks." She says as she bites a piece of chocolate.

"Share some with us!"

She lifts an eyebrow,"no."

I pout and bat my lashes at her. And I also did puppy eyes,"those puppy eyes aren't going to win me over."

I sigh and then smirk before I bit off a piece of her chocolate,"hey!"

"That's what you get for not sharing with me."

"Are you forgetting me?"

I chuckle,"and Tommy."

She rolls her eyes,"hey, don't get those pretty eyes stuck up there."

She chuckles,"thanks."

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