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Now, he’s in the shower between episodes, and so I do what I’ve made a habit of doing whenever I have a free moment. I grab my phone, load The Preston Twins’ YouTube channel, find a video I haven’t seen yet, and settle in.

This one is a car video posted about a year ago titled“We finally caved. AMA, Anyone?”It starts with their regular intro before they appear on screen, Liam behind the wheel, and Lincoln right beside him. It’s dark outside, so I can’t tell where they are. “What’s up, guys? We’re back!” they almost yell, then Lincoln takes over. “We finally caved to your demands, and we’re going to answer your random questions from the comments. And since Liam doesn’t read the comments, and I didn’t want to spoil it for myself, we had our brother find some questions for us. Which brother, you ask?”

Logan pops up between the seats. “I can’t believe you had me hiding all that time.” He jokingly rolls his eyes—eyes the same blue as the rest of the Preston boys, but somehow completely different from Liam’s.

“As some of you already know, this is Logan,” Liam says. “Logan, say hi.”

“Hi.” Logan smiles at the camera before grasping Liam’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll ease into it.”

“I’m definitely worried,” Liam murmurs, and I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. He turns to his twin. “I told you we should’ve gotten Lucy to do it.”

“She’d just get distracted trying to pick out girlfriends for us.” Lincoln glares right into the camera. “That’s not an invitation.”

I giggle.

“Okay,” Logan announces, bringing his phone to his face. “Question one: Do you play any sports?”

“No,” the twins answer in unison.

“We used to,” Lincoln adds. “Pretty much anything we could get into, we did. We started with baseball, then once we got to school, we did it all. We stopped once we got to high school.”

“Once wedropped outof high school,” Liam corrects.

“No,” Lincoln says. “We stopped before then.”

Logan pipes up, speaking directly to the viewers, “They stopped because they were too good ateverything,and people started getting pissed.”

Both twins turn to their older brother.

Logan continues, “I’m not here to praise you more than the Internet already does, but jealousy is a bitch, and that bitch took your love of sports. Think about it. You’ve nevernotgotten onto a team you’ve tried out for, and that’s because y’all had an advantage. You always had someone in your corner, someone to practice with, someone to push you that extra step. It makes sense that people would be pissed, but fuck them.”

The twins eyes shift to each other, then back to Logan. “Yeah,” Liam agrees, and Linc finishes their thought. “Fuck them!”

“I got you,” Logan says through a laugh, and they do a three-way fist bump before Logan focuses on his phone again. “Okay, expose the weirdest things y’all have done. No limits.”

“No limits?” Lincoln says, his smile mischievous as he faces the camera. “When we were little, like eight or nine, Liam had the biggest crush on this girl and he would—” The audio gets cut off by a long bleep, censoring what Lincoln’s saying, and a black bar appears over his mouth so no one can read his lips. It goes on for a few seconds before it cuts to Liam up close, smirking, with a caption over his head that reads:I’m only smiling because I’m already planning how I’m going to edit this out.

I giggle under my breath.

On the screen, Liam waits for Lincoln to finish before speaking. “Lincoln used to bite off his toenails and keep them in a little jar beside his bed.”

I laugh out loud.

“I forgot about that jar,” Logan muses.

Lincoln’s eyes narrow at his twin. “Liam can’t play with LEGO because when he was, like four, he realized the littleLEGO people live in houses made of their own flesh and it traumatized him for life.”

Icackle.

Liam takes his turn, holding up his middle and ring finger. The act alone has Lincoln surging forward, trying to forcefully hide Liam’s hand. “Those are the fingers Linc still sucks when he can’t get to sleep!”

“Fuck off!” Linc laughs, and he’s all the way across the seat, trying to get Liam into a headlock. “I haven’t done that in weeks!”

I’m laughing so hard, tears are blurring my vision.

“How long have you been watching their videos?” Roman asks from behind.

I jump, hiding my phone beneath me as if he’s just caught me watching porn. “A few days. Why?”

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