Living with the Bad Boys

Twelve

"Sir, it's your father." The man said.

The president stopped laughing, said a brief goodbye and left with his secretary.

"Time for us to leave as well. Let's go Feyrah." My dad said, leading me out to the van.

I watched from the van as the president left in sleek black cars with another five hundred following him. Probably all filled with bodyguards.

I watched the moon disappear under the clouds as my dad drove with his calming music playing.

Once we got back to the restaurant, we switched cars and headed home.

I opened the front door to low groaning sounds, and at first I was horrified if we walked into something.

But the groaning wasn't the one that would be counted as "sexual", and there didn't seem to be any other noises either, so I walked in quietly with my dad following.

Noah was on the couch groaning with balls of sweat rolling down his forehead, and his face scrunched up in pain.

"Hey Noah, what's wrong."I said immediately going to his side.

"My fucking penis." He groaned.

I paused. I mean, what are you supposed to do when someone groans those words with a face looking like that?

"Oh my God, Noah." Dad yelled, dropping what he was carrying and coming with a phone.

"Maybe he finally got a dick infection?" I shrugged.

"Feyrah!" He chastised. "This is no time to be messing around. Your brother is in real pain." He said searching the Internet for symptoms.

We first decided to get him to the ER, so we dragged his heavy body to the car, as he moaned about the pain in his dick.

We arrived minutes later, and my brother was taken by a young nurse.

An hour later, she came back with the results on a clipboard.

I peeked over at the results, and couldn't hold in my laughter.

"He actually has an dick infection?" I laughed, tears spilling out of my eyes.

The nurse blushed and asked for our dad's signature to sign the sheets asking if we had medical insurance and whatever.

My brother was stuck with doctors all night, so we went home and came back early the next day to see him.

We got to see our brother in an VIP room in a hospital gown with an IV sticking in his arm, and a pissed look on his face.

"Why are you looking at us like that when you got yourself into this?" I asked, sitting in the chairs next to the hospital beds.

" because you should have just let me suffered. That was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life." He said crossing his arms.

"Oh boo hoo. Do you know what this means, dear brother? That you've fucked too many girls, that's what." I said laughing.

He leaned over to hit me, but I dodged easily, going out of reach.

"If you're going to be an ass, at least get me something to drink. I saw a vending machine somewhere near here. Find it and get me a drink." He said, his words forcing me out.

I chuckled quietly all the way to the drink vending machine, but realized I forgot my money.

I quickly turned around to a chest, and tried to back away quickly but tripped on my own feet and started to fall except the arm attached to the chest caught me just in time.