𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

10 | together

Beep Beep, Beep Beep

Briarr groans as her alarm clock sounds, "Why do I even have an alarm clock," she growls, hitting the stop button.

She grabs the half drunken water bottle from the nightstand, taking a swig of it. She gags at the taste of room temperature water and mutters an 'ew'.

Suddenly excited shouting is heard from down the stairs, Briarr sighs putting on the sweats she left at the side of the bed the noght before.

The shouting continues as she heads downstairs, "LETS FUCKING GO!" Is heard by one of the boys, followed by a loud clap... Maybe it was just them high-fiving.

Briarr walks into the living room, analysing the scene playing out in front of her. Clay and Nick were watching football.

She rolls her eyes, walking over to them "Sooners? Nick you hate the Sooners," she scoffs.

Nick and Clay turn to her, Nick eyes her up and down judging "Yeah well, people change."

The two glare at eachother and Briarr scoffs, walking off to the kitchen, making herself a coffee.

She sits at the counter, pulling out her phone and texts Leyna, giggling at the messages they shared. Then she picks up her mug, taking a sip of her coffee.

"What's so funny?" Clay questions, walking over to pour his own coffee.

Briarr looks up at him through her eyebrows "How about you mind your business?"

He rolls his eyes, taking a sip "Is it that guy? What's his face? Ollie?"

Briarr smirks and looks at him again "First of all, his name is Oliver," she starts "Second of all it's not him, but so what if it was?"

Clay shrugs, placing his mug on the counter "I don't know, don't really care."

She tilts her head in frustration "So then why ask?"

He leans down putting his elbows on the counter "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but basically Nick doesn't like this Ollie guy," he whispers.

"Oliver!" She corrects "And why?"

He shrugs again "Beats me, he said he sounds shady."

Briarr rolls her eyes "That's ridiculous," she scoffs.

"Eh well maybe he's just looking out for you," he says "Either that or he's mad that this Ollie guy is getting in your pants and he's not."

Briarr immediately spits out her coffee, coughing and spluttering "What the fuck!"

Clay snickers at the sight before him "You better clean up that mess you just made," he warns.

"You made me spit out my drink, that's on you!" She complains, pointing a finger at him.

"Hmm we'll see about that," he says with a grin "Nick!"

"Yeah?" He yells from the other room.

"Get in here!" Clay yells back.

Briarr groans, rubbing her temples as Nick walks in.

"Look at the fucking mess she refuses to clean up," he says, pointing at the pool of spit-coffee on the floor.

"Ew what the fuck, clean it," he groans, walking back into the living room.

"Still not cleaning," she tells him "Patches can fucking lick it up."

"What the hell! No! Patches has high standards," he asserted.

"Of course she does with an owner like you," she mumbles sarcastically.