The Rules of Dating My Best Friend’s Sister Read Online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
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Holden: I didn’t say I was alone. I have a girl with me.

My heart sank. How do I even respond to that?

My finger hovered over the keys.

And then he sent me another photo. Holden had a guinea pig sitting on his bare chest. He was feeding it greens.

What the?

Lala: Who is that?

Holden: Colby’s daughter is getting a surprise tomorrow.

Lala: OMG what?

Holden: Colby pissed me off the other day. So Saylor is getting a gift.

I cracked up.

Lala: Oh you’re bad.

Holden: He told her she couldn’t have a dog right now. He never specifically mentioned anything about guinea pigs. She’s gonna love me. Favorite uncle award is mine.

Lala: Awfully cute.

Holden: Her or me? ;-)

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Lala: Sigh. Thank you for cheering me up.

Holden: Why? Everything okay over there?

I kept typing and erasing words, unsure if I wanted to get into the California thing with him.

Lala: Something did come up today, but I don’t want to rehash it right now, if you don’t mind.

Holden: Talk to me.

Lala: I’ll fill you in soon. It’s nothing bad…just something that might make my life a bit complicated. I’m too exhausted to get into it tonight.

Holden: Got it. Won’t push.

I looked back over to another photo of Holden and Ryan.

Lala: I’m looking at you right now, actually.

Holden: Crap. You can see I’m not wearing pants?

Lala: No, on Ryan’s bedroom wall.

Holden: Wait…you’re in Ryan’s room?

Lala: Yeah. I come in here sometimes.

Holden: That’s cool to know your parents still keep it the same.

Lala: They do. It was the same when he moved away to college and the same when he came back.

Holden: I’d love to visit sometime.

Lala: You should come by the next time you’re home visiting your parents.

Even though my parents might give you the stink eye now.

Holden: I might.

Then Warren popped up on my phone.

Warren: Goodnight, my love. Heading to bed. See you tomorrow before you head back.

Laney: Me too. ’Night, babe. Xo

I was just about to put my phone down when another text came in.

Holden: Damn guinea pig just stole one of my Hot Cheetos. Can they have those?

Holden is nuts.

Lala: I’m thinking…no.

Holden: She better be okay.

Lala: Maybe you should put the Hot Cheetos down.

Holden: She has the hiccups now! What the fuck. I didn’t sign up for this.

My shoulders shook with laughter.

Lala: LOL I’m sorry.

About a minute passed before he texted again.

Holden: I just Googled it and some guy says he gave his guinea pig Cheetos and it DIED. Holy shit!

Lala: You can’t believe everything you read. It was just one Cheeto she had, though, right?

Holden: HOT Cheeto. But yes.

Lala: I think it’ll be okay.

Holden: I should’ve stayed out tonight. This never would have happened. Fuck! I’m afraid to go to sleep now.

This wasn’t supposed to be funny. But I couldn’t stop laughing.

Lala: Do you need me to stay up with you?

A couple of minutes passed before he responded.

Holden: No. She seems good.

Lala: Yeah. It was only one Cheeto.

Holden: I think she’s gonna live.

Lala: Me too.

Holden: Thank you for your support during this trying time.

I wiped another tear of laughter.

Lala: Of course.

Holden: You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?

Lala: Yes.

He sent a voice recording. When I hit play, it was the sound of the guinea pig hiccupping. I burst into laughter again. Holden had managed to break me out of my funk from earlier.

Lala: You weren’t kidding.

Holden: No. Even I can’t make up shit like this.

Lala: Thanks again for the laugh.

Holden: Anytime, Lala.

Lala: I’d better go to sleep.

Holden: Sweet dreams.

Lala: ’Night, Holden.

I fell asleep in my brother’s bed that night, with thoughts of Warren, California, Holden, and hiccupping guinea pigs swirling around in my head.

CHAPTER 7

Lala

What the heck?

I’d stepped on the gas to speed up before changing lanes, but my car had slowed down, rather than going faster. I pressed the pedal all the way to the floor, yet I kept decelerating. Ugh. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Searching for the hazards button on the dash, I kept driving, but moved over to the right lane, rather than the left that I’d been trying to merge into. Less than a minute later, the car was practically crawling, and I had no choice but to get off at the nearest exit. Luckily, there was a gas station at the first intersection, so I pulled in and parked. But when I got out, I realized there was no mechanic’s garage. It only had one of those mini marts attached.

Shoot. What the heck do I do now? My first instinct was to call Holden, but I was only an hour and fifteen minutes into the two-and-a-half-hour drive from Philly. So I went into the mini mart to see if there was anywhere nearby I could take my car.

“Hi. I’m having some car trouble and was wondering if you could tell me where the closest mechanic is located?”


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