Ashley Fires and Aiden Ashley both live down the street from Jay Romero. They each like the kid, and both slipped inside his house the day his folks were gone. They have him on the couch now, one on each side, leaning close, asking which girl he thinks is hotter and who he'd rather hang out with. One offers lasagna, the other jokes about bar-hopping till sunrise. Jay mumbles that they’re both perfect. The women trade a quick look and the suggestion floats out: why fight when they can team up? The idea hangs there for a second, then clicks. Two hands slide down his chest and they’re all in, grinning at the shared prize. As long as Mom and Dad never hear a thing.
Ashley Fires and Aiden Ashley both live down the street from Jay Romero. They each like the kid, and both slipped inside his house the day his folks were gone. They have him on the couch now, one on each side, leaning close, asking which girl he thinks is hotter and who he'd rather hang out with. One offers lasagna, the other jokes about bar-hopping till sunrise. Jay mumbles that they’re both perfect. The women trade a quick look and the suggestion floats out: why fight when they can team up? The idea hangs there for a second, then clicks. Two hands slide down his chest and they’re all in, grinning at the shared prize. As long as Mom and Dad never hear a thing.
