A late night gas station

"Let's stop there," Parker said, pointing at a nearby gas station. "We should stay nearby in case the police want to take any statements." Rachel agreed, the burning in her lungs too intense to continue running.

The twins quickly entered the building. The only other person inside was the attendant, a young woman only about a year younger than them sitting behind the counter. She raised an eyebrow at their gasping breaths and then went right back to her phone, her legs casually resting on the counter as she reclined. Parker grabbed a bottle of water from the wall fridge, which Rachel quickly gulped down, relief filling her.

"Thanks Parker, that's a lot better," she said. Parker was distracted though, checking out the girl behind the counter. Rachel could tell he liked her too, judging from the slight tent in his pants. Shocked, she smacked him on the arm. "Dude, what are you doing? After what just happened, how can you even look at someone like that?" Parker's vacant gaze slid to his sister.