I watched Harry press his cheek against the dashboard of his newly fixed Ferrari, kissing the leather and stroking it with a content smile and closed eyes as I sat in the passenger side, uncomfortable.

"Daddy missed you, yes he did." He cooed as I slowly reached for the handle of the door.

"I'll just leave you two-"

The doors suddenly locked, clicking simultaneously as my eyes widened and I looked over at Harry who straightened in his chair with a relaxed expression, twirling the car key around his index finger before glancing at me.

"So... you and my brother." He leaned back in his seat, seemingly calm.

"Me and your brother." I repeated.

"How does it not bother you, we're twins. He looks just like me, doesn't that bother you when you're, oh, I don't know- SUCKING FACE!" He yelled in the small space causing me to shrink back at the overbearing sound of his voice.

"He's a good kisser." I shrugged, not really caring.

Although the two brothers looked pretty identical, I could tell the difference between Harry and Arlo, Harry was Harry and Arlo was Arlo, and that was that.

"Seriously, out of everyone out there, why did you have to decide to hook up with my brother." Harry turned in his seat, talking with his large hands in an exasperated tone as I shifted slightly to meet his eyes.

"Why does it bother you so much?"

"Because it's the two people I can't stand, together! So that's like double the annoying." He emphasized.

"I get your feelings towards me but what's up with your thing with your brother-"

"What the kiss, because I swear I never did that before and later I'm going to bang my head against the concrete to forget that ever happened-"

"No I meant why do you hate him so much." I asked as Harry gave me a look.

"Yeah I'd tell you but that means I'd have to open up to you and I'm pretty sure Arlo is doing enough opening up for the both of us." He snidely remarked as I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"With his mouth." Harry added in a low, childish mutter under his breath as we both looked out our car windows.

"Alright."

"And your legs-"

"I get it."

He blew out a puff of air, as if to silently say "no, you don't get it" with a pout.

"My brother may seem like he's the most down to earth person you'll ever meet, but he's not." Harry suddenly said in a grin voice, a serious tone laced with his heavy words that made me tear my gaze away from the window to look at him, his eyes still staring out his own window.

"He's a player. He's traveled all over the world with a stupid guitar and he loves women and women love him. He's probably left a good half of his sperm all over the world." He continued, shifting his eyes to me.

"Arlo isn't as good of a guy as you think he is, he's a drifter and at some point he'll wander off. He can't stay in one place for too long and when he does drift away, he won't care who he leaves behind." Harry promised, as if staring deep into my soul while the atmosphere in the car thickened at his weighted words.

"Are you... warning me?" My voice was cautious and soft, as if unsure of Harry's intentions before he opened his car door, stepping out of the vehicle.

"No," He said, now standing outside before resting his arm against the car, leaning down so we were still making eye contact while he held the door.

"I'm telling you." Harry finished, his sentence hanging between us before he closed the door shut, leaving me in the Ferrari and ending the conversation as I blankly stared at the dashboard in thought.

Surprisingly, that was the first time Harry seemed pretty cool all serious like that.

The door suddenly opened.

"Oh, and don't make out with him in front of me, I feel like I'm watching myself make out with you and that's not okay." He added with a sour face, peeking his head back in before slamming the door shut again, only to get his white sweater caught in it before he could walk away.

"Fuck this is cashmere!" He cursed, running a stressed hand through his hair as I watched him struggle with his clothes that got caught in the door while he freaked out.

I sighed, resting my elbow on the dashboard.

Nevermind about the whole cool thing then.

Harry took his Ferrari home and phoned one of his servants to come by bus and pick up the other car -which was a Range Rover- he used to get to my place.

By the time I got home, Arlo was sitting on my living room floor, trying to inflate his air mattress with his mouth at the pump.

"There were a few holes but I patched it up with some bandaids." He grinned, cheeks slightly red as he blew hard into the mattress.

"You know I have an air pump for that." I reminded him, tossing my jacket and keys on the couch.

"Nah, I've done this-" He blew again.

"So many-" Blow.

"Times before-" Blow.

"You're turning purple."

"I'm all good." Arlo wheezed with exertion, panting and swaying slightly before he let out one more weak blow and then fell back, passing out.

I left the room.

When I came back I had an air pump in my hand, attaching it the mattress and inflating it again before securing the opening as Arlo stirred slightly from the ground.

"Woah, gnarly..." He trailed out with a dazed, tired expression, eyes half closed, blinking quickly as he placed his hand over his head.

Arlo saw me sitting on his now puffed up mattress, making his face brighten.

"Thanks," He grinned, reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as he leaned closer.

"Is Harry still here?" He asked in a low hush, eyes on my lips.

"Nope."

He suddenly pulled away, leaning back on his elbows.

"So how was the trip, did you bike, save the ozone layer?" He asked, taking his hat off to ruffle his brown waves of hair as I fell back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

"Well..."

            "How is no one bothered by this." Harry stated as Arlo and I continued to make out on Ethan's couch a week after.

Polly and Ethan were making out on the other side as well.

Arlo playfully tugged my bottom lip, releasing it before giving a kiss to my neck as I saw Harry turn to look at Alan.

Alan brought his eyes up from his phone.

"You better look the fuck away." He calmly warned, the two guys noticing the couples kissing around them as Harry shook his head, still glaring at me sitting on his brother's lap.

If Harry was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his nose, ears, even head with how pissed he looked, especially when Arlo placed his hand over mine.

He masked his anger well with disgust.

"Nice sunglasses." I commented, making him bring his revolted gaze up to my face.

"Fuck off Veronica." He spat, causing everyone to let out loud, surprised "woah's" at his tone as I frowned.

"Come on Harry lighten up." Polly defended, resting her face against Ethan's broad chest.

"Can I talk to you in the kitchen." Harry ignored her, directing his demand at me as he leaned closer.

I was still feeling bitter with the way he was speaking to me.

"Sorry, can't. I'm too busy fucking off." I countered in an even tone, watching him narrow his green eyes at me for a moment before snapping.

"You know what, I'm done." Harry suddenly got up, arms raised in defeat as he shook his head, quickly gathering his stuff.

"Aw come on little bro, don't harsh our vibes-"

"Shut the fuck up Arlo." Harry's harsh voice quieted everyone, causing all eyes on him as he pointed at his brother.

"I hope you take all my bad vibes and shove them up your fucking ass. And you," He said, gesturing to me.

"If you can't see that he's just using you than that's your problem, not mine." Harry grit out, our gazes locking for a moment before he stormed out of the room, the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut bouncing off the walls of Ethan's hallway.

The room settled in an awkward silence as we all busied ourselves with staring at the walls or checking our fingernails.

"So.. the weather." Alan said.

Polly sighed, rising from the couch.

"I'll talk to him." She said with concern, about to walk over to the door before I stopped her, getting of Arlo who looked more than satisfied.

"No, I'll do it." I offered, beating her to the door and running out.

When I finally reached the parking lot, Harry was already driving off in his convertible, far, far away.

HARRY

"I'm not mad." I claimed, shaking my head and drinking my juice cleanse as Polly sat in front of me with an unconvinced expression, the both of us sitting on the table outside of the new hip store, a line of preppy people right outside.

"So you're totally fine with Arlo and Ron." Polly clarified as I leaned back with a careless expression.

"Yup."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I sighed, basking in the sun on this beautiful sunny day.

"Okay-" Polly said, going on her iPhone.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed.

"I just find it funny how-" I began, sitting straighter in my chair and leaning forward so my elbows were resting on the table as Polly looked up from her device with a knowing raise of her neatly plucked brow.

"-out of all people Arlo decides to get with my enemy I mean really, how long have they've known each other, a week? Two? And they're already introducing their tonsils to one another." I elaborated, my cold eyes hidden behind my sunglasses as Polly shook her head at me.

"You really see Ron as your enemy?"

"What's with that look." I challenged.

"It's just funny how you call her an enemy when you guys always banter-"

"Argue." I corrected.

"And she did save you back there when your Ferrari got stolen." Polly innocently said in thought, placing her pointer finger over her chin.

"You two sent her, I know you did." I shot back.

"Well gee, I wonder who sent you to go and save Ron when she fell overboard."

"What did you want me to do, watch her drown?"

"That's not what I'm saying here." Polly patiently sighed, giving me a look.

"Sure maybe when you two first met you weren't in the best of terms, but it's been over a year now. You guys established your own, odd, somewhat insulting relationship." She explained with an understanding smile.

"I wouldn't know, she's too busy choking on my brother's tongue to banter with me." I said, sipping on my drink.

"Ah, so you want her attention..." Polly's hazel eyes gleamed with mischief.

I almost choked on my cleansed juice.

"Like I'd ever want her attention." I sputtered out, wiping my lips with the back of my hand careful not to wet my new Rolex watch as Polly got up from her chair, grabbing her Prada purse.

"Daddy's finished with his meeting and I promised him I'd come to his dinner with his clients. You can stay here 'not mad' all you want, but I just think you're being a bit too harsh with Ron and Arlo, especially Ron." She advised with a look of disapproval, slinging the chain of her purse over her shoulder as I looked at her with a blank expression.

"I didn't know Ethan went to meetings." I commented, watching her accidentally fumble and hit the table and chair at my words, her face flustered before she turned and scowled at me as I laughed, watching her quickly walk off in her heels.

I sighed, placing my drink down and running a hand through my hair, feeling restless.

And that's when I heard him.

"I've been really into juice cleanses- heard it's good for like the spirit too you know." I snapped my head, looking behind me and lowering my glasses to find Arlo, his arm slung over some random chick's shoulder as they held their drinks, going over to a table nearby.

Fucking called this shit.

Getting up from my chair, I decided to have a little fun, drinking my juice before tossing it in the recycling bin I passed by as I approached my brother.

"Who's your little friend here Arlo?" I went up behind them, placing both of my hands on their shoulders as the girl jumped slightly in surprise while Arlo turned to give me a smile.

"Ah hey bro, how's it." He greeted in a laid back voice.

"There's two of you?" The brunette asked him, checking me out with a startled look.

"I know, cool right." Arlo nodded with a raise of his brows.

"What happened to you and Ron huh?" I cut to the chase, resting one hand on their table to get in between him and the girl as she let out a small offended "hey" behind me.

"Oh yeah, she's cool." He simply shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"She know you're out here sipping drinks with someone else?"

Arlo smirked, resting his arm over the back of his chair as he looked up at me.

"You seem pretty tense every time we're together. The aura around you is just so dark." He gestured to my whole body as I had to stop the urge to sock him.

"Messing with Ron is my thing, you're getting in the way of that." I warned him.

"Wow, you're really into that ghetto ratchet aren't you?" Arlo smiled as my hands balled into fists unconsciously.

"Don't call her that." I lowly said through gritted teeth, jaw clenched.

"You call her that all the time-"

"Yeah but I do it in front of her face so she knows I'm an asshole. You're just an asshole pretending not to be one in front of her!" I snapped, my blood boiling over as I watched a flicker of guilt cross his features.

Taking in a deep breath I straightened, regaining my composure and putting on my sunglasses again so he couldn't see the emotions behind my eyes before I stared down at him.

"You tell Ron how you really are and you leave her alone, got it." I said, my words coming out as a demand, not a request as Arlo slowly nodded, looking like a scolded child.

"Okay." He said, playing with the ring around his finger before I turned and left.

I caught the smug grin on Arlo's face as he watched me walk away.

RON

There was a sudden knock at my door, making me toss my scissors on the pile of coupons I was cutting on my living room table as I walked over to the door.

"Hey, back so soon." I greeted Arlo who walked inside, handing me a plastic bag of some type of juice cleanse.

"Yeah, can you sense the air around me? My bro totally messed it up." He sighed, looking distressed as we both sat on the couch while I looked at the bottles of smoothies he got for me.

"Harry was there?" I asked, bringing my legs up on the sofa.

"Oh yeah, he was a real downer yuh know." He said, looking at me as I checked the flavors of the drinks.

"Ron, I've gotta say something, but just as a warning it might mellow your mood." He cautiously added, raising his hands as I stared at him, opening one of the bottles.

"Yeah?"

"I think, I think we should stop seeing each other..." He began in a gentle tone.

"Seeing each other..." I repeated, taking a drink of my juice.

"Yeah, I mean it was fun and all but, but I hate to say it but my bro's right. I gotta give him some credit here, I really am an asshole." Arlo pointed at himself, turning to fully face me on the couch.

"We've only really known each other a week, two weeks and we're already swapping spit like- like that's not cool you know?" He continued, furrowing his brows and gauging my reaction as I scanned him from his fedora, to his unbuttoned shirt and bare, clear chest and arms with his crucifix necklace to his tight black, skinny jeans.

"So we're over." I checked, closing my bottle.

"Uh yeah, and it would probably be a good thing if we never saw each other again." He nodded, looking relieved.

"Like, ever." He added for emphasis.

I slowly nodded my head.

"Okay."

He blinked, caught off guard.

"Okay.... so that's it. We're good here?" He trailed off, giving two thumbs up with uncertainty as I nodded again.

"Yeah." I confirmed with a shrug.

"Alright- alright cool. I should- I better get going. Gotta do stuff, like eat granola, and not wash my hair. You know hipster stuff." He began, patting his hands over his knees about to get up before I stopped him, grabbing his wrist causing his whole body to tense as he turned his head to look at me.

"I just want one last morning kiss." I told him with a small smile, looking at his familiar green eyes that widened at my words.

"I don't- I mean it's the afternoon so it's a little too late don't you think." He released a nervous laugh, leaning back as I went forward, pointing at my pursed lips making his gaze flicker to my mouth briefly before snapping back up to my eyes.

"Just one." I requested.

"Oh god, I would but, I'm totally getting this cold sore, really nasty-" He stammered, cheeks flushed as he leaned all the way back while I was practically on top of him.

"Did I mention I'm also sick! So sick, like STD, pneumonia, chicken pox sick." He faked loud coughs, sticking his tongue out too before I placed my pointer finger over his lips, shutting his mouth as he stared at me with wide frightened eyes, his breathing erratic before I brought my finger down his chin.

"Just one." I said with a neutral expression as I heard him take in a sharp breath, his hands fisting the cushions of the couch making sure not to touch me.

"O-okay. Just one though." He hesitantly permitted, his eyes falling to my lips, his mouth slightly parted as if entranced with them before I closed the space between us, pressing my lips against his while he screwed his eyes shut, as if preparing for a hit.

And the hit was, that this kiss, felt completely different than the rest.