For Real This Time *sequel to Playing Pretend

Ω Chapter 40

Serena's POV 

"Hamiltoe get the fuck up." I've been jumping on this bed for 15 minutes now waiting for his ass to get up so my ass won't starve. 

"Go wake up Hayes." he grumbled. I stopped jumping and poked my foot into his side. 

"Hayes is here? Since when?" I asked. 

"If you would get out the room every now and then-" he started, but I stopped him. 

"Alright don't have a heart attack dad." I said sarcastically and ran to Hayes room. 

"Hey twin evil spawn you up?" I walked in on him sleeping, "why is no one up in this house?!" I yelled getting on Hayes' bed. I started jumping up and down bed, but quickly stopped. I'm too lazy to do this again. I jumped down and shook Hayes. When I touched his back it was wet with sweat, "dude you're sweating! You good fam?" I asked him and quickly walked to his bathroom. 

I grabbed the soap bottle and squirted the blue soap onto my hand. When I started rubbing it didn't foam like soap should. 

"Hayes Grier!" I yelled. I could hear him laughing, "how did you have time to do that?" I asked. I tried rinsing the blue dye off my hands, but nothing. Damnit Hayes. 

"I heard you yell 'I'm hungry' this morning that woke me up, so you know had time." he shrugged. He has a smug smile on his face. 

"So that wasn't sweat?" I asked. 

"It was water that I poured on myself." he said it like it wasn't weird, but it was. It was very weird and very genius. 

"Also why do you have blue dye laying around?" I asked. I plopped on the bed next to him. 

"What you don't?" he gave me a look. We both just exchanged a look for a few minuets then I looked away. 

"Good point," I shrugged, "well now it looks like I gave a handjob to a smurf so thanks for that." I waved my hand in front of his face. 

"Desperate much?" he teased. 

"Says the one who asked a girl out over instagram." I laughed standing up. 

"One time!" he said annoyed following me out of the room, "hey one more good prank on Nash for good ol' sake?" he asked. I shrugged looking at Hamiltoe's door. 

"Not in there idiot good luck next time though." Nash walked by us with the same annoying smug look Hayes had. When Hamiltoe walked down the stairs I turned to Hayes. 

"Still have dye?" I whispered. He nodded his head reaching in his sweat pant pockets. It was a small red dye bottle. I smiled and was very thankful I run fast. 

"Nash Make me waffles." I whined slowly walking in the kitchen. He was fixing the coffee pot so I quickly put a lot of red dye in my already blue hand; I put the bottle in my pajama pocket. I walked up behind Nash and got the hand that had nothing ready to 'hit' him. He quickly turned grabbing my wrist. I smiled cheekily at him.