"Lauren," I whisper. "Please don't say things like that." She covers the mouthpiece with her hand.
"Mom wants to know if she can come over," Lauren says matter-of-factly. "This is your chance, Brandon," she adds. "Yes or no?"
"Seriously?" I ask, not believing that's really what mom said. Lauren is nodding so vigorously that her t**s are almost shaking out of my shirt. "Fine, whatever you guys want," I answer, shaking my head because I don't know how we got ourselves into this.
"Brandon says come on over," Lauren says into the phone. "Okay, see you in a bit. Love you, too."
"Mom's coming over!" Lauren says, jumping around like her own mini cheerleading squad.
"We should get dressed," I say.
"No we shouldn't!" Lauren admonishes me. "She knows what we've been up to and wants to come ove
