Reed had a grin on his face and he was wiggling his eyebrows teasingly at Tori. She rolled her eyes and pushed him as she watched as Skylar stormed to his room upstairs. He never really bothered to acknowledge her when she was at their house and babysitting Sophia or helping Willow with homework. That’s just how big of a jerk Skylar was.
“So I can presume that you got all the nice genes and Skylar got nothing?” she asked as she arranged Sophia’s Crayons backed in its box.
Reed chuckled, “How many times do I have to tell you that my twin is actually nice?”
“And he just keeps on proving that you’re providing false information,” she said absentmindedly tracing her fingers on Sophia’s drawing. The kid might be young but she was already good at drawing.
“You know it was Skylar who keeps on
