Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

♫Hey life look at me, I can see the reality
'Cause when you shook me, took me out of my world
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up to the happening♫

"Hey, shithead! Wake up!"

My eyes fluttered only to be met with the covering of a pillow. I pushed it away with incoherent groans as the person began to pull the sheets off my bed.

"Kyle, what the fuck are you doing?" I peeled my eyes open to stare at one of my younger brothers, who continued to strip my bed with me still in it. He giggled a little and threw the pillow back at me before running out the door and slamming it behind him. You would think he was two and not twelve.

I flopped over onto my stomach and stared at the red numbers on my alarm clock. It took a minute for it to truly sink in.

"Holy fucking shit!" I tried to jump up from my bed but got stuck in the covers and ended up falling out and onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

"Hey, buddy," I muttered, rubbing my hand across the old hardwood. I laid my head across the frigid board, which only made my mother's voice twenty times louder as it thundered up from the main floor.

"Logan? Are you awake?"

"Mmm," I whispered into the floor boards.

"Logan?!" I had to resist from bashing my head into the ground.

"I'm awake!"

"What?"

"I AM CONSCIOUS." She didn't reply after that, and I stayed on the floor for a bit. My mind started to daydream that I was getting ready, so I didn't really get that worried until I heard the shower turn on.

"Oh, hell no." I pushed myself up and slid on my socks down the hall like I had a million times before. I hit the tiled floor just as Flynn started to pull down the waist band of his pants.

"Bro, what the fuck?" I smiled sheepishly as I started to pull on the hem of my shirt and he looked away, his face flushed.

"I need this shower," I stated simply, and Flynn glared at me to the best of his ability. He had a serious thing against nudity that I don't think I would ever understand, but I took every opportunity to use it to my advantage. Like, for example, right now.

"My shower!"

"You into incest?" His eyes widened and he ducked out of the bathroom, leaving me laughing as I stripped the rest of my clothes off.

Being the older sibling definitely had its perks, you know, other than the fact that most of the time I wanted to drown my brothers in a bathtub full of cat urine. I definitely didn't just say that. But let's be honest, my parents should have stopped trying for a girl after Flynn. Of course they didn't though, and that was how we ended up with the wonderful twins, Kyle and Tucker. Someone should have taught my parents knitting or something; because I'm sure if they knew they would have four boys within six years, they would have found a new hobby.

I was standing in the shower with a head full of shampoo suds when I heard my phone begin to ring from my room. I pulled my fingers through my hair a few times and reached around blindly for the handle to stop the water as the shampoo ran down into my eyes.

"Hi, you've reached a hot single near you. How can I assist you today?" I didn't miss the provocative tone in Flynn's voice as he spoke the last sentence into my phone. I guess I deserved it for stealing his shower, but it didn't mean I would kill him any less.