The Three Bros

[27] Battle Of The Krazy Kids

((Just how much Myles loves you Bia Hahahah im on the ground))

Blaire's POV

The Battle Of The Krazy Kids was in action. And since they wanted it to be cool, they even decided that the letter C in 'crazy' would be changed into a letter K.

They were currently in round three, the "final round to the death" as they said.

Round one was a drawing contest. Whoever drew the wierdest thing won. And since drawing wasn't exactly in Bia's list of expertise, Polly won that round.

Round two was a dance off. Whoever danced the craziest moves won. And thanks to Bia's epic moves, she won that one.

Now they were having a "Bluntness Contest". So the two were currently throwing multiple insults at Ian. I bet they've already thrown all his insecurities at him, and a couple of ones he hasn't even noticed himself.

"Have you showered today? You smell like shit."

"I think you're nose is a little too big, dear. Did you get that from you're dad's side of the family?"

I burst into a fit of laughter, covering my mouth as Ian glares at me. I've been laughing for a good hour by now.

And thanks to my mouth always being open, I needed something to drink. Because my throat was getting dry. "I'm gonna get something to drink," I announce, but they were too busy insulting the poor guy.

I walk over to the kitchen, seeing Ryder sitting on the counter top. I awkwardly pass him, trying to avoid his stare, that was pretty much burning into the back of my head.

I open the fridge and took out a bottle of juice. But once I turn around to leave, he's already gone.

I shrug it off, walking towards the living room, when I nearly tripped on something.

My flipflip almost landed on it, but I shoved my weight the other way, so I landed on the floor with an "Oomf."

No one was around me, so thank God no one saw. I sat up, sitting on my bum and looked at the object on the ground.

Ryder's phone.

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure phones have almost as much secrets as diaries. That's why I don't find it easy if I lend it to someone, like mom.

Before I could stop myself, I pick up the device in my hands, pressing the button at the side of the phone. The screen illuminated, asking for a PIN code.

Dammit! I groan, taking a guess. 0-0-0-0.

Incorrect password.

Urgh! I've read a lot of books, and that's always the password to the other person's phone.

1-2-3-4

Incorrect password.

"Blaire?"

I jolt at my sudden company. I turn around to see Myles, "Hey Myles, what's up?" I place the phone behind my back, placing it on the ground, behind me.

"What are you doing?" He asks, completely oblivious to it.

"Oh me? Uh... nothing. I just fell earlier, I was just about to get up," I lie, hopefully it was believable.

It probably was for other people, but this was Myles we're talking about. Super duper smart Myles.