Curtis sister X gang

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POV: just an average night at the Curtis house.

Y/n's POV
"Hey, Stevie!" I jump on the couch beside him. He hates when people call him any cute names like that. He rubs my head with his knuckles, messing up my hair. "Hey!" I exclaim. I could sense his smirk. "That's what you get" he says. I pat my hair back down the best I could as I glare at him. As usual, the whole gang was over like every other night.

"Ha hey Twobit, Mickey is on!" Soda calls. Twobit, not a minute later came through the kitchen with a beer. He sat right on top of me.

"Do I look like a cushion to you?" I ask sarcastically. He doesn't answer, just focuses his eyes with our tv.

"Come on Two, off" I pat his back. No answer. I push him off me as he tumbles to the ground, spilling some of his beer in process. Everyone started laughing. Darry's only response was "clean that up, Twobit" from dads old recliner.

As Twobit stumbles up, I sink back into the couch getting comfy now that Twobit was off me. That was until, I felt two pairs of hands pull me by my ankles, making me land on my ass as I fell off the couch. Two-bit!. Everybody was laughing.

"Oh Two-Shit, your gonna get it!" I yell as I get up and jump on his back.

"Come on guys, settle down" Darry says. We ignore him as we start wrestling on the ground.

"Punch him in the face, man!" Dal exclaims. Twobit now had me pinned to the ground.

"Hey, come on Twobit don't go to rough with my baby sister" Soda says.

I managed to slither out of his grip and got Twobit in a choke hold, something I learned from Dal.

"Holler uncle!" I yell. He struggles for a minute before giving in. "Fine!Uncle!" He says. I chuckle as I let go and sit back on the couch. Dallas ruffs my hair.

"Getting tuff there Curtis" Dal smirks. I laugh and punch his arm. "Tuff enough to take you" I reply.

"Ya Whatever man" he lights a cancer stick.
I rested my head on Soda's shoulder as I started to drift off.

Later that night, I felt someone strong carry me up to my room, must have been Darry.

Sorry this one was a-little short.

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