You've known Taylor and Tyler since you were a child, Tyler would always shove your face into the sand in the sandpit box when you two were playing. Taylor was nicer, but she always made you the mom for house role plays.

You're older now, in high school. You have grown apart from the twins but they have your number saved, the classes you have are mostly with them. In ELA, the teacher selected partners for an essay. Instead of Tyler and Taylor being put together, you were in placement for Tyler.

Taylor walks to your desk, setting her laptop down. She looked like she would've fallen asleep by now, Tyler stared at you two from across the room. He also had bags.

Taylor: "Okay.. are we doing this at my house or yours?.."