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Player Flirting + Gay Boy + Hot Twin Brother + Beautiful Twin Sister + Nerd = Definetly Friends.

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"Are you full of beryllium, gold and titanium?" FDR asked leaning on the table. The girls who were sitting their shook their head in confusion. I also did. And the girl who was checking me out wiggled her eyebrows. I mouthed 'I'm not into girls' for her and mostly my shake. She mouthed back 'I know' and added 'Just flirting', she laughed loudly at my mouth hanged open and wide eyes behind my glasses. Why everyone thinks that flirting with me will get them anywhere with anyone. First FDR and now this girl.

"Cos you are be-au-ti-full." That made every girl on that table giggled. I laughed, the weird genes this kid inherited from god knows whom. Jordan didn't waste any moment after that though, watching those girls giggle and took us; sorry dragged us to next table and asked FDR to hit on girls. I rolled my eyes when that girl winked at me and gestured me to call her. I didn't get it what was in Jordan’s mind? I just watched FDR going to the next table.

"How about you and I find a dark room and see what develops?" FDR said taking one of the girl's hand and kissing. She winked at him, he whispered something in her ear which made her blush pretty badly and I watched as her legs got weaker and she clutched the table for support. And I am not asking what FDR said, anyone can guess that prevent boy has passed some tarty comment.

Again Jordan took us to another table skipping some boys table. This time FDR went without any pushing. He went to every table; me and Jordan on his tail. And FDR was amazing he didn't use any line twice; I was staring at him in awe. He used all of them on me that all I can remember as I was his experiment girl. He was as charming as he was at first table didn't look any tired or angry for what reason Jordan is making him do this; I think he trusts his best friend. He just did what Jordan asked. My brother is weird and in a bad way.

"Are you Google? Because you are everything I am searching for."

"My need for you is like diarrhea, I can't hold it in."

"There's something wrong with my phone, it doesn't have your number in it."

"Girl you should sell hotdogs because you already know how to make a winter stand."

"Is that cell in your pocket? Cause that ass is calling me."

"I wish I were DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes."

After that, I stopped listening. It was too much for one day. I can't handle any more of this. The girls were giggling, winking and touching him in seducing way. Jordan was standing with me, he was just smirking at his best friend's silliness and shaking his head every now and then. I laughed at some of his pick-up lines and made a disgusting face when I remembered when and how he used it on me.

We came to the last table where I saw Faith sitting with her brother Xavier. Her face was looking sad as she tapped her fingers on the lunch box. But when her eyes looked and met mine it lightened up. She smiled at me and waved for me to come sit with them. Xavier was sitting next to her, he also looked happy and somewhat relieved.

"Wylie, where were you? I asked you to meet us here but you never showed up. Anyways c'mon join us. We didn't start yet." She babbled. She shook her lunch box up to let me saw that she really didn't open it. "I just took a peek at it, nothing else." She smiled at her lunch box in sanctification. I was about to answer her but Jordan's pointed look stopped me. FDR set on the chair next to Faith.

"What time do you get off from class? Cause I feel an uprising in my lower class." FDR said winking at Faith. She didn't answer but I saw her hand curled up into the fist.

"Is there a mirror in your pocket, I can see myself in your pants," FDR smirked. Xavier jerked Faith's hand when she was about to slap or punch FDR. Jordan noticed it too as he turned to me and smiled. I didn't pick his behavior, I was about to ask him when my brother's voice stopped me.

"When we touch It's electric." FDR was holding Faith's hand. Faith was glaring at him and Xavier was sitting there staring with a sympathetic look on his face at my brother.

"Beautiful. That's your name, right?" FDR asked.

"My middle name is 'get lost'." Faith said jerking her hand out from FDR's grip when he was about kiss it. FDR looked at his empty hand then at Faith, he turned towards us. Jordan mouthed him to continue.

"What's your sign? Is it..."

"My sign is 'stop'." Faith said cutting FDR off.

"Uhmm..." FDR coughed. "You look a lot like my dream girl." He said with that attitude of him again.

"And you look a lot like a homeless beggar." Faith said crossing her arms. "I am not judging." She challenged raising her one eyebrow up at him to dare him to say one more word.

FDR turned to us, he was looking like a lost puppy with pouted lips. Jordan took my hand; I have to give him a lecture about not touching me. FDR stood up; I set on a chair next to Faith. Jordan took next to mine. And FDR next to Xavier.

"Sorry about my brother." I apologized. Now my brain's bulb stroked on what Jordan did. My friend has to be the one on whom my brother's pick up lines don't work; more like creepy lines. And I am really grateful that it turns out to be Faith.

"You shouldn't apologize for someone else's childish act." Her heartwarming smile came.

"I may be quiet but I have so much in my mind," FDR said placing his elbows on the table.

"Dude just give up. My sister is black belt; don't make her angry." Xavier advised FDR. But FDR was in his lala word already.

After some minutes I saw Kyle and Hunter entering in the canteen with that Jordan and FDR ran to them without looking or saying goodbye to us. They four can't live without each other, and the main point is that they literally live in my house. They, for some unknown reasons, hates our one guest rooms so they usually are in FDR's. I don't know how they manage. Last night when they came with wasted FDR, I got a feeling they will stay and I have to clean their pukes in morning and have to take care of four hormonal teenage boys by myself. But they didn't, actually after jerking FDR in I slammed the door in their faces not giving any option to stay.

I realized that everyone's curious eyes were on our little show. I showed them off of my mind and turned to Faith. She was talking about something; I didn't catch it because she was jumping from one thing to another. I turned to Xavier in confusion. He nodded his head. So did I.

"I know right?!" Faith said. Xavier and I nodded chuckling.

Our lunch went like that. Me and Xavier listening to Faith's stories that she called adventure stories. I only asked some questions here and there. Xavier corrected Faith so many time when she started to tell me Xavier's embarrassing stories, and man the look on his face was so adorable. He was trying his best to avoid her sister's babbling.

"Hey, look." Faith took out a piece of paper from my hair. She looked at it and looked up smirking. "You got yourself number girl." She waved the piece in front of my face. I took it and turned around to the first table, the girl who was flirting with me looked at me and laughed.