My Undead Savior

~ Chapter 26 ~

* Jorel's POV *

I woke up to Dylan singing in the shower and Shelby making pancakes. The singing was horrible. The pancakes were going to be even worse.

"Dylan shut the fuck up!" I yelled through the bathroom door. "LALALALA!" He started to screech. It was annoying me at this point.

I kicked down the door because it was locked and barged in. "GET OUT!" I yelled at him. At that moment I realized he was naked. "Oh shit! Sorry man!" I said and ran out. Dylan stood there in shock. Poor dude. I didn't mean to walk in on him..

I ran downstairs and hugged Shelby. "Hey babe! You okay? Your holding your mouth like you're gonna barf." She said, still holding me in her arms.

"I walked in on Dylan" I say, hugging her tighter as if asking for support. "For the love of god get over it J!" She said, laughing after and making me laugh.

Dylan started coming down the stairs and I hid behind Shelby. "What the fuck dude you know that's not allowed!" Dylan yelled at me, sitting on the couch and pouting. "God dammit guys you made me burn the pancakes!" Shelby said. "Sorry babe! I'll help you make new ones!" I said, hoping she wasn't actually mad. Oh who am I kidding, I know she's not really mad.

"There's no more mix shit. We have to go to the store if you want pancakes." She said. I got an idea. I wasn't gonna say it out loud but I knew what to do. Hehe.

"Let's go to the store then! Let's go!" I said, getting excited. Only I knew. I would be the only one to know until I told them or they guessed. Hehehe.

And with that we started driving to the store with Dylan. I was gonna need all the help I can get. Hehehehehe!

On the car ride over it only took the amount of time for us to listen to City. So about 4 minutes.

We got out of the car and immediately Dylan started playing the game he made up. It's called "get in front of everyone and act like a child" that's what I call it anyway.

"Dylan there's a car coming watch out!" I yelled. He was skipping like an idiot and wasn't paying attention. "WHAT?" He yelled back. Me and Shelby looked at eachother, nodded, and ran. If we didn't catch up to him when we did he would've been hit. The driver wasn't paying attention and he was playing on his phone.

"Yo jackass!" I yelled chasing after his car, throwing a rock at the window. He stopped and now we're gonna chat.

"What the fuck you almost hit that child back there!" Shelby yelled in his face. He wiped his face, acting like She was spitting. She doesn't spit. She makes rainbows bitch!

He looked back at Dylan, who seemed like he was faking a heart attack. God he's stupid.

"That isn't a fucking child!" He yelled back at her. "He's a child stuck in a mans body okay! Now go apologize and buy him a sucker!" By now people were staring at us shocked.

The guy went and parked, walking into the store. He left his phone in his car and you know what that means. "DYLAN! HERES YOU'RE NEW CHEW TOY!" I yelled across the parking lot. Dylan ran over as fast as he could. I threw the phone on the ground and let him play the games and naw on it.

The guy came back out a few minutes later and noticed Dylan was practically swallowing his phone whole.

"HEY BITCHBABY GIVE ME MY PHONE BEFORE I BREAK YOUR SUCKER!" He was practically heaving smoke out of his ears and nose. Dylan cried. He say on the ground and cried. A grown ass man crying over a sucker being broken. I wonder about him sometimes.

After that pretty little event we continued on our mission. Hehehehehe.

"Dylan, go to the hair section and get hair curlers. Shelby, go to the toy section and get silly string while I get hair dye." We all nodded in agreement and ran to our station.

I grabbed pink, blue, gold, red, and rainbow color and ran to Shelby's section. She was having trouble choosing which one. "Grab em all and go." I said, pushing the cans into a bag.

"Let's go get Dylan." I said, running to the hair section again.

When we got there Dylan was picking every kind of curler there was like he was actually thinking. Perfect. "Alright guys lets go!" I said, running to the checkout stand then the car.

We drove home and when we got there the guys were all passed out on the ground in the living room drunk. Also perfect. When they're drunk they basically go deaf so you could herd elephants through the house and they wouldn't know till they were stepped on.

"Shelby, go to each of their rooms and spray silly string everywhere. Dylan, start curling their hair. I'll start the dying.

And with that, we separated and did our jobs. I can't wait to see how it turns out!

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Still short, still far between each, I need ideas to start my groove again. And uhh.. Can I get feedback? I feel like this stories just been going down hill for a while now.. Anything I can improve on? Please let me know! Stay undead :)
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