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you're in the car and your brothers are messing with you
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"Linc, guess what I found out today." Michael says to his brother next to him.
"What?" Lincoln asks curious. "Y/n has a crush on Tweener. I keep catching her stare at him."
Lincoln immediately turns around in his seat to face you. His eyes and mouth are wide open. You can't help it but laugh from embarrassment.
"Michael! No, that's not true!" You say. Michael rolls his eyes. "Other people might believe your lies, but I don't." He laughs.
As much as you hate to admit it, your brother is right. You do kind of have a crush on Tweener. Since the moment you met him, he has been super nice and respectful to you. You definitely have grown a lot closer over the past couple of days.
"Y/n, are you serious? He is a criminal! You can't have a crush on him." Lincoln now says.
"Dude, you are a criminal too!" You laugh. "And if you look at all the things that I've done to save both of your asses I think I could be considered a criminal as well." Your brothers laugh.
"I really don't like the image of her and a boy together." - "Me neither." You hear your brothers whisper to each other.
"Do you think it is time to..?" Michael asks Lincoln. The oldest brother nods his head. "I think so."
You look at them in confusion. Kind of scared of what they're about to say.
Lincoln turns to face you again and takes a deep breath. "There is something we need to tell you y/n." He begins. "You know, when two people fall in love they will feel butterflies in their stomach."
You raise your eyebrows a bit. "No shit Sherlock." You say. "Hey, don't interrupt your brother. He's trying to tell you something very serious." Michael says. A curious look forms on your face again.
"Sometimes those butterflies will cause them to create certain needs in certain body parts." You quickly cover his mouth with your hand.
"Ew, no! I'm not going to talk about sex with you guys." Both of your brothers look at you with wide eyes. "Who said we were going to talk about sex? You aren't even suppose to know what that word means yet." Lincoln jokes.
