Chapter Twenty Six

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I could hear them laughing and talking as I grabbed a couple of sodas and crisps. I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard Gwen rambling again.

When I walked back into the living room, PJ called out, "What did you get?"

"Crisps and sodas," I said as I sat them on a table.

"They're called 'chips', Daniel," Gwen teased.

"Actually, since we are in London, England, they're called 'crisps', Gwendolyn," I teased back.

"Nope," she insisted. I rolled my eyes and poked her in the stomach.

"Yeah, it is." We went back and forth like this and probably would have continued on if we hadn't heard PJ laugh.

"You two are my new OTP," he said with a laugh. Gwen looked like she was about to faint.

"Oh my God, I'm part of PJ's OTP!" she squealed. We both laughed as she started to hop around me chanting about being a part of PJ's OTP.

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