My Stepbrother

Chapter 13 - wet.

Chapter 13 - wet.

// UNEDITED \\

Roslyn's (POV).

"Rose ... ?" A soothing voice called making my eyes flutter but close back down.

"Rose ..." Small, gentle hands were now shaking my shoulders.

"Mmm ..." I moaned and stirred. I heard a sigh following by mufled movement.

Just when I thought I was finally drifting back to my dream where my unicorn, Lacy, and small pony, Leny, are -- BAM!

a thundering sound burst to my ears making me jolt up and bump my head to a ceiling. I groan loudly and grab my head.

What the fūdge?

Last time I checked, my ceiling was way too high for my reach.

Oh my god!

What if I'm a GIANT!?

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my g-

I open my eyes exitedly - FROWN.

Fūdge cakes.

I'm in the car. Sigh. I looked out of the open door to a mom with a raised eyebrow and a laughing hunched over Drake who WAS standing just outside the door of the beach house (which I couldn't see).

Did I fall asleep? Oh, how embarrasing; I hope I didn't drool. Oh shīz, what if I did!?

As he realizes I'm staring, he's expression goes from smiley to blank. He rolled his eyes and walked inside, I sighed. The silent treatment hasn't reached it's destination yet.

"We're here," My mom brings me back from my thoughts. I looked at her and nodded as I started getting off the seat I have no idea I got perched on. I walked past her and went directly to the drunk where, I found no luggage at all ... ?

I give my mom a questioning look and she said that Mathew took my bags upstairs to my new room. I nodded and turned to the house-

Goly!

This house is amazing! It wasn't big more small, it was just right. It looked like one of those comfortable cabins, except the walls were made of stone not wood. It had lights so the place didn't look abandoned or creepy, and a blue rocking chair with a couch on the porch.

"Mom," I gasp, facing her. "This is amazing!" I took my time admiring the stone house. "How did you pay for this?" I asked in amazement.

"Mathew and I saved up for this." She replied.

I turned back to the house. After what seemed like decades of admiring the outside and inside, of the house, I finally went to check out my room, following my mother's direction.

I pass severals of white and gray doors till I got to a gray one at the end of the hall. I opened it up, knowing it's my room. Well dāyum. This house must've cost a fortune if it has a room like this!

The whole room had a vintage, kinda old-school coffee shop vibe. It smelled of hot chocolate, it will immediately hit you once you enter. It had a queen sized bed with patterns placed in a comfortably weird way. It had everything a hotel room or a rented beach house room had, a nightstand, lamp, small balcony, it's own bathroom, and a large closet.

It was simple and comfortable. Very wow. Very me. With a huge grin and a blissful sigh, I fell on top of the huge bed, gasping loudly once I did.

IT WAS A WATERBED!

I squeal loudly and started jumping up and down the bed, almost loosing my balance. Only second later, Drake came to stand on my doorway looking pissed. Hands clenched and tightly pressed against his side. His body tense. Teeth clenched as he glared at me.

Oh shoot!

"You!~" he yelled slowly. I stared wide eyed at him, contemplating his next move. "That was suppose to be my bed!"

I smirked and dropped down the bed, humming in pleasure (Just to tweak him).

"Get the fuck off my bed!" He cried out as him lounged towards me. I yelped and got off the bed, struggling, and sprinted out of the door. I seriously didn't know where I was going but when their are 2 furious feet running after you, I don't exactly think you'd care.

I saw some slide glass doors, and mentally smirked when seeing at pool on the other side. I quickly pulled the glass doors open and stepped out, dodging some gray and black couches which are ... outside. That's stupid. Who would put couches outside of a house. It could get frigging stolen and - that's just stupid.

Realizing I was taking too much time with my thoughts, I quickly turned around just in time to see Drake dodging the couches to get to me. Once he reached me, he lounged at me but I stepped aside making him dip right into the pool.

Oh. my. GOD!

I laughed. Really hard. My stomach hurts. Oh my shoot. Once I sobered up, Drake was glaring at me.

Mathew and my mom came running outside to see what was happening and my mom gasped, Mathew was trying to keep his laugh in and cover it with a cuff. I love him.

"Rose! Oh my god, Drake, are you okay, honey?!" She frantically asked Drake. I gaped at her. Seriously?

"Yeah. A little wet." He said dryly, glaring at me. I just shrugged and grinned when Mathew snorted. That sounded so wrong.

"Oh, my. Rose help him!" She demanded, glaring at me, too. I gaped at her and huffed, knowing there's no good in fighting with her. Fine.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the pool. SON OF AN ANGEL! I screamed and began to flap water at him.

"You jerk!" I screamed as I kept splashing water towards him.

"Jerk? Really, Rossy!" He splashed back and just like that, it became a splashing game. God. He's back with the name.

I squealed as I got hit in the face and began to splash harder. My squeal became laughs without me knowing.

What I did notice, though, was Mathew and my mom smiling at us while snuggling into each other's side. I wish I could have a relationship like them. Sigh.

Wait ... their's no splashing. Where's Drake? My eyes widen when I noticed a black figure swimming my way. I swam away from it and laughed.

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Short. But romantic and frigging adorable. Y'all has this coming since you guys know this is all about cliché.