Online Best Friends (ON HOLD)

|| Chapter 3 ||

"I came in like a wrecking ballll.. I never hit so hard in love.. All I wanted was to break your wallssss.. All you ever did was wr-e-eck me.. Yeah, youuu, you wr-e-eck meeee!" A horrible singing voice was what woke me up the next morning. The person was singing at the top of his lungs like there's no tomorrow. And I'm pretty sure the neighbors can hear it too. He sounded like a dying pig though.

Poor brother, he can't even sing to save his life.

Like you're one to speak. Groaning, I just ignored my brain and took a quick glance at the clock. 6:00. Seriously?! Why the fudge is he up this early? I tightly shut my eyes and snuggled closer to my pillow, not wanting to get up just yet.

"I came in like a wrecking ba-" Drew started singing again but I cut him off before I lost my hearing. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but whatever.

"I swear if you don't stop singing, it's your balls I'm going to wreck!" I shouted at him and he immediately shut up.

Ha! Take that boy!

A triumphant smirk appeared on my face when he didn't dare said anything back. Knowing it's still early, I decided to just closed my eyes again and have a few more minutes of sleep. But not so long after, someone barged in my room singing the chorus part of Wrecking ball. Again.

That surprised me, so I quickly got up from my bed since I wasn't expecting that, at all. The sudden movement caused a sharp pain to shoot in my neck. Fan-freaking-tastic.

The person was none other than Drew. I mean who else would it be? He's the only guy in this house. And there he was, singing that song again while dancing around my room like a crazy person that he is. I know that the reason he's in a good mood and all has something to do with his yesterday's hang out with his friends. He's been like this since last night.

"Holy mother of jawlines, Drew! You scared the livi-" I stopped screaming when I finally took in his appearance. He was wearing a pair of white socks, his Captain America boxers and he has a what look likes a stockings over his head.

Where he got that freakin stockings? I have no idea. And I don't want to have an idea.

I kept opening and closing my mouth, unsure of what to do and say. Should I laugh 'cause he looked so fudging funny, or should I just continue screaming at him for not allowing me to have a few more minutes of sleep?

"..You wre-e-eck mee, yeah, you, you wre-e-eck meeee!" Drew sang even louder this time, if that was possible. That's when I decided to go by the second option before he can even start singing the freaking chorus again.

I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him. "You annoying little piece of booger! Get out! I'm still trying to get some sleep and you, you, you .. Argh!" I was getting frustrated by the minute.

"Little piece of booger? Seriously sis? That's the best you've got?" He asked in a teasing manner with his face that looked so motherfreaking funny. I'm having a hard time stopping myself from laughing. I mean he has to pay for waking me up so early with that horrible voice of his. So no, I'm not going to laugh.