Mending Serendipity

Chapter Six

Flashback Time! 

Llyod's POV

This is fabulous. Just brilliant. I sighed at the mess that my dumb brother had created. The house looked like a tornado had swept through it, destroying every single piece of furniture or my Mom's china. The lamp was knocked over with the bulb smashed into little smithereens. The expensive silk drapes were soaked with mysterious purple liquid that suddenly didn't seem so mysterious after seeing the wine bottles strewn everyone like someone's sick version of confetti. The couch was flipped onto it's side and toilet paper coated it completely. There were Cheetos everywhere and... ew, is that a condom water balloon. Gross. 

  I shuddered and made my way across the battlefield, almost slipping on some raunchy underwear that most definitely was not my mother's. Sense the sarcasm right there? I groaned as someone must have broke into the third floor of my house and attempted the freaky deaky in my parent's room. "Blake! God dang it!" I screamed. This was so annoying. Who does he think he is? Just running around leaving scars... collecting his jar of- I guess the alcohol hasn't really left my system yet. 

  I gone to sleep after getting home from a friend's house party and Blake was nonchalently hanging out with Sophie, his girlfriend then, a bunch of friends and of course, a must in all the Westbrook parties, fancy alcoholic beverages. He had told me to "get my ass to bed" and he would just hang out and have a little intimate get-together with his small group of friends. 

  Get-together my ass. I wouldn't be standing in a wreck of a living room if he actually went by his word. Now he was nowhere to be found and-

  "Gah!" I yelled as someone grabbed my foot. A bunch of dirty laundry just tried to grope me. Ah wait, that's Blake. I scowled and squatted next to Blake, who had laundry from who knows when all over his body in a pile. "Care to explain?" I glare at him as he glared lazily back and shrugged. "Got a little out of hand I suppose?" he brushed off the clothes and gave me a smirk. 

  Why that little... "BLAKE JAMISON WESTBROOKS AND LLOYD FREYES WESTBROOKS!" someone shrieked from the front of the house.

 I looked at Blake with wide eyes and he stared back with nearly the same expression. We were so dead. Mom and Dad were home. 

Later

  "So you're telling me that a little get-together with a few friends got out of hand and then everything became a blur and you woke up under a pile of dirty laundry?" my mother's sculpted eyebrow was raised skeptically as Blake leaned back on the couch, and nodded. I palmed my face. 

  "And you! I expected better behavoir! Why didn't you stop him!" great, Mom turned on me. "I fell asleep?" I managed a half-assed reply . Dad was fuming next to Mom. "Boys, this has been the last straw. Not only did you trash the house, you have utterly betrayed our trust. We're not going to scold you or yell at you. Heck, we won't even take away your cars-" Dad said calmly which kind of made us anticipate that something bad was yet to come.

  "- We're sending you two to a boarding school."