My Over Protective Brothers

Chapter 8

Mom and Dad are fine now. They both went into one day comas so they had to stay at the hospital for a couple of days, to have some tests run. They're home now!

But, they have some errands to run; Sam decided our prank war has to continue.

Jackson grabbed me and pulled me around a corner.

"Okay, Jor. Here's the game plan. You and Blake hide around the corner, I'll be the distraction and you guys can pour the ketchup on them!"

I nod and Blake and I hide.

Jackson confidently strides into the room, "Hi. I'm here!"

Cance grins, "I see you."

Jackson points toward them.

I creep behind them and squirt ketchup on Sam's head.

Blake does the same to Cance, tossing a ketchup bottle to Jackson for him to get Michael.

Sam whirls around and grabs my wrist.

"Prepare to feel my wrath!"

I flinch, "Well the only thing I'm really feelin, is your breath."

Blake plays along.

"P-U! I smell it all the way from over here!"

*15 minutes later*

The twins and I are tied to chairs.

Sam smirks, "That's for talking about my breath for 15 minutes straight."

Jackson shakes his head, "I don't regret a second."

Cance places ducktape over his mouth, smiling; "Yeah? You're about to!"

We look at each other, nervous.

See, we can never do anything that can hurt anyone, but we do do stuff that can make the others... uncomfortable.

Which is how we find ourselves standing outside of Wal-Mart singing Christmas carols while the older boys stand to the side.

But then it happened.

A guy, maybe 20, looked at me ONCE and ALL 5 brothers were on him instantly.

I face palm, before wading right into the middle and rescuing the guy.

I apologize before suggesting we go home. The boys, probably still hoping to cause us more embarrassment, reluctantly agree.

On the way home, Sam slammed on the breaks.

Jackson slammed his head into the seat.

We all glare at him as we realized he wasn't even strapped in.

He glares back, "Sam I promise you if you did that just to test if we were strapped in--"

Sam cut him off.

"No! Look!"

We all looked and noticed a sign.

NEW GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPIES

Cance smirked and threw open the door, "Be right back."

He returned about 20 minutes with the cutest dog I'd ever seen. (A/N of course if she'd seen Frisky then this dog would only be second best :(. )

Michael, always the sensible one, was the only one who objected.

"Guys, you know Mom won't let us keep him."

"Her," Cance corrected. "And of course we're keeping her! I already named her!"

Blake worriedly turned to him. "What did you name her?"