neighbours for the summer | Hayes Grier

[2] ; welcomings

[ HAYES ]

For the past few hours, I have not been very productive. I am still laying in the same spot on the couch watching a marathon of the same show just like how I was when McKenna left over 4 hours ago.

There really was not much else I could be doing at this point. It was not a smart idea to leave the house as I did not know what time Cameron and Nash would be returning and I guess I could have filmed a vine or something but I was way too lazy for that. At the end of the day, I guess the reason I wasn't doing anything was by the fault of my own laziness.

"Haysey boy, where are you hiding?" I hear a familiar voice call as I hear the sound of the front door swinging open.

"Nash," I exclaim and before I could even get up to see him, I feel a rather heavy body launch itself on top of my mine.

"Fuck Nash, you're killing me. Get off, you fat ass," I groan attempting to push my lard of an irritating older brother off my body so I could breathe properly again. The way he is holding me down is seriously cutting off my air flow and I do not know how much longer I'll survive if he doesn't get off.

Even though I am much bigger and heavier than he is, he's not too far below me in those departments.

As I take a look at Nash, I realize he has not changed much since I saw him last, except for the fact that he chopped off the majority of his unruly hair. My mom will surely take delight in that as she was constantly nagging him to get it cut over Christmas break.

"Geez Nash, no need to murder the kid," Cameron chuckles as he comes into my sights. I am able to slither out of Nash's tackle to get up and give Cameron I bro hug.

Cameron has honestly become like another older brother to me these past few years. I'm just as excited to be spending the summer with him as my real brother, especially since he's less annoying.

"How's North Caro been treating you?" he asks as he heads over to he kitchen returning with a can of Coke.

"I've been bored out of my mind for months, glad I least get a break from the boredom this summer," I reply and he nods understandingly.

I have nothing against North Carolina, after all it is my home, it just seems like the fast-paced life I have here slows down when I'm there.

When I'm here I go to award shows, meet fans, do tours, I'm like a mini-superstar. But when I go back to my real life back home, Im just regular old Hayes who is a year behind in school because he was too dumb to pass the second grade on the first try. I guess I just like being special, and back home I'm far from it.

"Well it's good to have you back, it's hard putting up with this one all on my own," he says gesturing to Nash by giving him a small slap in the head.

Nash then retaliates by going to tackle Cameron down which ends up being a full-blown wrestling match. As I join in myself, I can't help but think how good it is to be back where I belong.

//

People... were... everywhere.

Everywhere I look, there they are. I can not even move an inch in my own home without bumping into someone.

As I carefully make my way over to the door, I stick my fingers in my ears attempting to drown out the obnoxiously loud sounds coming from the stereo.

This Welcome Back, Hayes! party is just as fun as I expected it to be and by that I mean it is not at all enjoyable.

I told Nash and Cameron that it wasn't necessary but they kept insisting saying all the plans were already in place.

I personally hate these types of parties because everyone except me was hammered and annoying as well as the inhumanely loud music. Is there anyone who actually enjoys listening to it this loud? I feel like my ears are going to bleed.

There is also the fact that I am not a fan of drinking.

Not because of my age or anything, I just like being in control of my thoughts and actions at all times, and when you are drunk, the control you have is very limited.

I sigh as I pull out my phone and take a seat next to the door. I can still faintly hear the music blasting from the apartment but it is at a volume I can tolerate so I will not complain.

After about a half hour of scrolling through Instagram, Twitter and posting some snapchats for my fans, the party has nowhere near died down. I am still sitting in the same spot being bored out of my mind when out of nowhere I feel something tap my head.

//

I wonder what tapped his head