“Ssh… we’re witnessing history in the making.” “What?” I was filled with utter confusion as I walked into the apartment and found Hayden camped out on the couch with his face basically pressed against the window, his eyes fixed intently on something outside. I exchanged a bewildered glance with Scott, who had just tossed his car key onto the table and was now kicking off his shoes. He rolled his eyes. “Someone has finally lost it.” He spoke. Hayden turned pressed his fingers to his lips, sushing us furiously again before turning back to whatever he was looking at so intently. I raised an eyebrow at Scott, who simply shrugged and walked over to the kitchen, where he rummaged through the cupboards. His eyes landed on a pack of chips, and he pulled them out with a triumphant grin. I gave him a dirty look. “Hey, we’re eating clean this month.” I scolded. Scott groaned. “Mia, I can eat kale and chips and not get diabetes, you know.” I walked up to him and grabbed the chips from
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