“Huh?” I blink at him. That sounded weird.
“Yeah, dude, what are you on about?” Slate quips.
“I was trying to do that twin thing,” Kalen pouts.
“Twin thing?” Slate smirks.
“When you finish each other’s sentences.”
“We don't do that.” Onyx scowls.
“You so do,” Kalen insists.
“But you’re not a twin,” I point out gently.
“But it could be like a bro thing.”
“But you said it wrong,” Sawyer pipes up. “It’s either when it’s right, it’s right, or?—”
“When you know,” Onyx starts.
“You know,” Slate finishes with a grin.
“I hate you all,” Kalen whines. “Amelie! They’re being mean to me. Make them stop. I don’t want to live with them if it’s going to be like this.”
“Sorry, Kalen. But I think this is exactly what it’s going to be like.” I shake my head trying to hold back my laugh.
“Run away with me instead. We’ll take Momo and elope.”
“Elope?” The laugh breaks free. He’s just so ridiculous.
“Yeah. Marry me, Amelie.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m not!” Kalen cries suddenly dropping to his knees. Or specifically,oneknee.
“What are you doing?” I hiss. “Get up!”
“No. I’m doing this. Shit, I don’t have a ring.”
“Kalen! Get up!”
“Does anyone have a ring I can borrow? Elsie, can I borrow yours?”
“I’m not engaged!” she yells back.
“Then what the bloody hell was all that screaming and jumping about then? Never mind, I found something I can use!”
I stare in dismay as Kalen breaks the ring pull off his can of cider and offers it to me like it’s a precious jewel.
“Are you kidding me? Get up! Stop fucking around Kalen! Everyone’s staring.”
“I’m not messing around. I’m serious. Amelie Luna Rossi, will you make me the happiest man alive and finally marry me?”
“What do you mean finally?! It’s been ten months!” I’m full on sweat-panicking now. Everyone is staring at us. His brothers aren’t stopping him. He isn’t listening to me.
“I knew I was going to marry you the moment I saw you.”
