𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟹

KANE

SHE CHASES AFTER HIM, a pillow raised in the air. Stopping at the edge of the sofa, she stops at the other end, eyes on him, waiting for him to move.

"I'm going to get you."

"I said sorry!" He yells, hiding his body behind the armrest, "Kane help me!" I snicker, putting my hands up in surrender, "No can do."

He snarls at me, "Bitch."

"You're the bitch." I mimic his voice, laughing when Izzy takes that as her chance to round the sofa and smack him straight on the head.

He yelps, stumbling and falling to the ground, putting his arms up in defense but Izzy continues her assault.

"That's," She hits him again, "For," Again, "Eating my noodles!"

"I'll buy you new ones!" He shrieks, crawling away from her. She sucks in a deep breath, stopping to take a breather. "I'll get you."

I laugh, walking towards her and taking the pillow off her. "That's enough."

"Yeah, Izzy. That's enough." Bitch just had to speak. Bitch.

"See!" She whines, motioning towards him, "He's not even sorry."

Marcus stands there with a smug grin, sticking his tongue out at Izzy. She glares at him, her hands making a gesture of strangling someone. "I just wanna- ugh!"

I bite my lips to hold back my laugh, silently watching Izzy break down while Marcus teases her by making faces.

I think he has a death wish. Bitch loves getting on her nerves.

"I'm telling Thomas 'bout what you did to his favourite shirt!" She mumbles, a smirk forming on her face. Marcus freezes, face turning red and hands planting on his hips, eyes narrowing at her.

I fall over, a laugh I couldn't hold any longer leaving my mouth. "She got you there."

"Shut up bitch!"

This time it's Izzy's turn to tease Marcus while he stands there looking shy and annoyed.

When Marcus was in his 'I hate Thomas Era', he cut up Thomas' favourite shirt. Which happens to be a Blake Mill white dress shirt that Marcus himself brought for Thomas' birthday. Loving that shirt was an understatement. Whenever he had to wear something formal, that's the shirt he wore.

"I'm tellin' him." She chats, making a kissy face, followed by a crying face then a mock pout. Marcus growls, stopping his foot and running towards her. "Shut up!"

She yelps, laughing and running around the house, singing as she does so, "Marcus' gon' get his ass whooped. Marcus' gon' get his ass-"

"Izzy. I swear to-" His words are cut off into a whine, look overly red and defeated.

"A- S- S- W- H- O- O- P- E- D."

I snort, plopping onto the sofa, throwing my feet up and grabbing the remote, leaving them two to themselves.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll take your clothes next." She gasps dramatically, hands against her heart. "You wouldn't."

She's always a drama queen when it comes to her clothes. Sometimes, I'm convinced she loves them more than she loves me.

He raises an eyebrow, clicking his tongue, "Oh, yes I would." He crosses his arms, jutting his hip out, "I did it to his oh so precious shirt. Didn't I?"

Izzy is quiet for a while, which makes me take my eyes off the TV and look at her. My lips tug into a smile when I see her stood there, arms crossed and face showing she's contemplating something.