Maybe

Chapter Six

"But I never wanted the stupid pig. I wanted the cat. The cat was cuter. And pigs are gross in real life. Cats are sweet and cuddly and adorable. The only good thing about pigs is bacon. Bacon!!!!!!!!! Bacon pig bacon pig bacon pig! I'm hungry. Can we get pig? I mean, pie. Bacon pie! Actually, no. That's gross. Pieeeeee!!!! My mouth is numb. Do you thing, think, no, thing, actually, think. Wait, what're we talking about again?" She collapses to the floor, laughing hysterically. I raise my eyebrow.

This is the reason I regret going to the arcade. And the reason I'm never ever ever gonna let Ashtyn have candy again. She's freaking insane. This has gone on for nearly two hours.

"Dommmmm!!!! My lips are tingly. Fix it!" Suddenly she trips, falling on the pile of boxes left in the middle of the room from when we unpacked. She laughs for another thirty seconds or so before falling asleep, finally crashing from her sugar high.

I sigh, the room finally quiet. I look around. There are clothes everywhere and coloring books scattered across my bed, the colored pencils everywhere. There's even one on the tv. How it got there, I will never know.

I run a hand through my hair, pushing it back. It just goes back against my forehead, now slightly messed up. I stand, getting off my chair in the corner and walking towards Ashtyn. I pick her up bridal style and put her on the far side of the bed. After that, I change into pajamas and crawl in on the other side of the bed. I fall asleep pretty quickly, tired from dealing with Ashtyn.

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"Dom, what the hell did Ashtyn do to your room?" I open my eyes slowly. I see Patrick standing like, five feet away from me.

"She's never eating sugar again," I groan. He laughs. I sigh and push myself into sitting position, stretching.

"Want me to help you clean?" I nod and stretch one more time before getting up and picking up all of the colored pencils. When we're done cleaning, Patrick and I go downstairs, leaving Ashtyn on my bed. I get on my phone and get on my tumblr. Patrick looks for something to eat.

"Dommmmmmmm," Ashtyn whines as she walks down the stairs. I turn to look at her. Her hair's literally everywhere and I'm pretty sure her shirt's on backwards. "I'm hungryyyyy." I turn around and put my head on the table.

"Find something to eat. I'm too tired to do anything." She jumpstarts me, which makes me fall off the chair I was sitting on. Patrick and Ashtyn laugh while I just glare, standing up slowly. When I'm on my feet, I tackle them to the floor and lay on both of them, me on my stomach and them on their backs. They laugh and this time I do too.

When we've calmed down and stopped our fit of giggles, I help them back up. We all walk to the kitchen. For whatever reason, Patrick decides he's gonna make pancakes while Ashtyn makes scrambled eggs. I just shrug and occasionally tell them where something is. I get on my phone after a few minutes and that's when I feel it; a slimy yellow egg yolk runs down the left side of my face. My mouth drops open in both shock and disgust as it slowly continues down my face, dropping to the floor when it reaches my chin.

I snap my head up, glaring daggers at Ashtyn. She giggles, at least until Patrick throws a wad of butter at her. She gets this terrifying look on her face and starts chucking eggs at Patrick. I run over to her, grabbing her arm as she gets ready to throw another one.

"Ashtyn, calm down." She nods, but then I feel something cold hit my neck. I reach my hand to get it off, realizing its butter. I turn towards Patrick before sticking my arm up in the air with my finger pointed. "Fire!!!!!"