Security's Sister

Our Kingdom

Keaton's POV:

We all got into my car when I realized, with a tree house your gonna need wood and other shtuff.

"Fuck." I stated.

"What, is something wrong." Laura asked.

"No, it's just we have to go to my place so I can get the pickup truck for all the wood."

"Oh right, what's wrong with going back." She questioned again.

"I think my brother's home."

"And?" She doesn't understand.

"Do you know who I am?"

"My boyfriend." Laura: always stating the obvious.

"Is he as crazy as your sis because I don't think I can handle that again?" She asked.

"Hey, not to interrupt anything but I need to go home my parents need me." Liza informed.

"Where do you live?" I asked only to be interrupted again.

"Here." Liza and Laura both say at the same time.

They both get out when I stop, getting into a conversation that was really weird.

Laura started "I love you so much, cuddle buddy."

Liza added "Its wonderful hearing it come out of your mouth instead of reading it in a text, thunder buddy."

"I know bae." Laura said.

"I love you too, wife" Liza finished it off as they hugged as if they hadn't seen each other in forever.

"Bye love!" Laura shouted getting in my car, receiving weird looks from me. "Are we just gonna sit here?" She sarcastically questioned.

"But of course m'lady but only after you pay me." I said with an English accent.

"But I forgot my purse at home." she said giving me the same accent.

"Not that kind" I said disgusted, putting my hand in her purple hair, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Oh!" She exclaimed blushing, as I stepped on the gas.

When we got there Laura pointed to a car "Is that his?"

"No that's his friend's, he doesn't drive." I said mentally face-palming myself.

"Whose are those?" she asked pointing to the other two cars.

"His other two friends'." My god they're all here.

"We have to go in." I shudder.

"What do you mean "have" to? What is so bad about it?" She questioned.

"Let's get this over with." I grunt.

Laura's POV:
So many questions float around my head, but sadly the ones I ask make me question more.
We approach the front door and my anxiety kicks in as I hear yelling from inside.

Keat unlocked the door and he walked in front of me.

"DOOR!" I hear a few a few Australian boys yell. We hear stomping, each one making Keat more tense.

"KEATON!" The same voices yell tackling him to the ground as I observe.

There were 4 boys in all: One with a bandana an curly blonde hair, One with purple crazy hair and very pale skin, one with black hair and very tan skin, and one with spiked up blonde hair and pale skin but not as pale as the boy with purple hair.