They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 32

Good lord every time I sit down to write my moms like ok ready to go?? And I'm like ..... *twitch**twitch* HAHAHAHAH I'll tell you some IMPORTANT STUFF at the end but let's just dive back into the story!!

GAHHH is anybody else's wattpad CONSTANTLY updating and deleting all your drafts and then making all these new drafts of your already published stuff?? Or is this site just only out to get me?? :/ grr I doubt it'll even let me update this..

*3 VOTES TILL I UPDATE AGAIN*

since all my new chapter drafts have been deleted.

"I wanna wake her but you know how tired she's been cause of Christmas."

"I have news though!!!"

"Soooo!?"

"Awww you just want to be all sweet and cuddly with her a little longer."

"Go back to eating with Niall. I'll wake her in 5."

I kick Liam in the gut. Do they really need to argue about who gets to wake me up?? Hah guess I beat em to it. I would've kicked Emily too but I had a feeling she was oughta reach and breaking a lamp or better yet my leg, would be just a lovely way to start out the after noon. Wait..did I just think afternoon??

My eyes focus against the bright lights as I look around the room, sending Li an apologetic glance as he holds his abbs before I get trampled by Em. I attempt to roll out of her grasp but give up as she begins screaming in my ear.

"THEY'RE COMING!!!! THE MARINE'S ARE COMING!!" And just like that I'm wide awake and hopping up and down with her, bouncing around the room.

"ALL OF THEM?!?" I don't bother trying to contain myself, I screech like a cat who's tails just been trampled. I imagine I look just so hot right now-hopping around the room with my whacko bedhead and pajamas.

"YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!" I join in the chant with her. I haven't seen the Marines since last years Thanksgiving and here they were coming as a late Christmas present I guess.

"Wait...when?" My feet plant firmly on the ground as I realize the room is a total wreck. It's been 3 days since Christmas and somehow my house looked like some 8 year old had decided to build a gang and trash every room with food and just crap.

"Todayyyyy." Emily drags out the word, rocking back on her heels as she sends me her best puppy dog face.

"Just.....don't make that face again." I laugh through my nervousness. "It looks better on Jeff. Good lord we need to get to work then!!" She sends me a confused glare as I pull Liam up from the couch.

"It's the Marines-just bake and make sure we have soda and we're good." She smirks at me before heading towards the front door. "The rest of the boys are playing outside so I'll take whoever wants to go to the store with me and you can supervise the rest."

I don't have time to laugh at her remark before she's out the door, a cool draft filling the room in the short time the door was open. Realizing I still haven't released Liam's hand from when I pulled him up, I drop it immediatly to run my fingers through my rat's nest of hair. He raises an eyebrow at me and I laugh lightly, rolling my eyes.

"The Marines??" He says after a minute and the light bulb above my head lights up.

"Ohhhh!!! They're these really old family friends of ours-3 boys and then 1 girl. Jackson's 21, Hunter's 18, Mitchell's 17, and then Danielle is 20." I keep my eyes open for a reaction as I mention his ex's name but his face is still as warm and normal as ever. "I think you'll really like them-they're all down to earth and everything!!" I laugh at my own bubbliness. "When we were little our parents even tricked us into thinking we were all siblings and it was a really fun but confusing time."