Keeping 13 (Boys of Tommen, #2)

by Chloe Walsh

“You’re so fucked in the head,” Hughie snickered. “Could be worse,” Gibsie shot back with a grin. “We could be like you two.” “Oh yeah?” Hughie taunted. “And how’s that?” “Yeah,” Gibsie agreed, smirking. “Bebop and Rocksteady.” “I’m not Bebop or Rocksteady!” Hughie huffed, looking offended. “If I’m anything, I’m Robin!” “Uh-huh.” Gibsie snickered. “And you say I’m fucked in the head? Yeah, okay, Bebop.” “That makes no sense,” Hughie argued. “They’re from two completely different cartoons.” “Exactly,” Gibsie drawled. “Just like we’re on two completely different levels.” Grinning, he held his hand over his head and said, “I’m up here with your sister, and you’re”—he dropped his hand to his waist—“all the way down here…” “Feely, give me the hammer,” Hughie snarled as he stalked toward Gibsie. “I’m going to bury this fucker, once and for all.”