*Riley’s POV*
“Will you two cut that out?”I growl in curt annoyance. The brothers, as well trained as police dogs, snap their attention to me in slight puzzlement. Quinn was pinning Tyson to the ground, roughing each other up, their usual routine. They weren’t my only friends into wrestling, they just took it to new extremes.
“Aw, what’s up your ass Riley?”Tyson complained, his bro nodding along.
“What ever it is, it’s sideways”Quinn snickered. I threw my coke can at them.Quinn, avoiding my missile, rolled off his brother. Well they plucked themselves off the floor, dusting off their jeans and unruffling their hair, my eye's took them in. they were step sibling and looked odd together, Tyson being a tall basket-ballplayer blonde well Quinn was a short Carmel eyed puppy.
They plop down on my couch on both my sides, Tyson picking up my potato chips and Quinn putting his feet up. Didn’t they have any damn manners? An in-sink burp filled the room, shortly after filling my nostrils. Apparently, they did not.
“I’m trying to watch this”I gripe.
Quinn leans forward, momentarily checking out the T.V
“Japan?”he asks uncertainly.
“There was an earth quake today…” God they were idiots sometime’s.
“There was?” Tyson’s head tilts like a puppy. The two boys lean forward.
This distracts them for a very short period of time. Some of us (me) like to be informed on current event’s, and have enough heart to mourn for those of us who passed. Other’s of us (them) didn’t understand tragedy and loss unless it was their own. I guess you couldn’t blame them…
“Let’s watch……soccer!”Tyson declared. Quinn groaned.
“Noooo. I’m so sick of soccer. Let’s watch….JERRY SPRINGER!”
Tyson smacked the back of his head around me
“How old are you?”
Shaking his head, Quinn tisked“You don’t know your own brothers age?”
I felt Tyson tense
“I’ll snap your necks if you start fighting again”
I warn. They relax.
“Hey, speaking of snapping necks, what are we doing for Charlie’s party?
”I felt a tingle go through me. It was almost Charlie Liftmen’s birthday. I’d already known-known and been planning some sort of appearance-but just the reminder had me fighting smile’s. Charlie was one of the boys on our street, but he wasn’t like us. But us I mean me, the brothers, Henry, and Katy. We were best friends.
“I dunno yet. I was thinking some nudity may be involved?”
I smirk at their reaction.
“For us or him?” they say in giddiness, speaking at the same time as they do when their excited. At least they weren’t finishing each other’s sentences-that drove me flat out crazy.
“Him. It’d be more embarrassing then just streaking”
They howl a little laughter.
“How are we going to manage that?”Tyson asks.
“It’s not like the kid works out” I sneer. They laugh a little more, before Tyson’s phone buzzes.
He extracts it from his pocket with mild curiosity.“It’s mom” he tells Quinn “We gotta split. She’s pissed” Quinn frowns at this.
