😳👌🏼|| June 14th, 1990 || 👌🏼😳
I woke up the next morning in Marshall's bed, sprawled out and taking up all the room. My arms and legs were spread on the bed, like a starfish. I yawned and groaned a few times while stretching.
Looking around, I noticed that Marshall wasn't in the room. The digital clock on his nightstand read 12:52p.m.. I sighed when I heard a familiar laugh from the living room. It was Kunivas laugh, followed by a loud crash of something. Then there were more laughs, then some more banging. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
I walked out of the bedroom and stopped halfway down the hallway. All six of them were tackling each other on the ground like they were playing football. I immediately supposed that Debbie wasn't home. But then I saw Nate running around and laughing. He started to jump up and down as Marshall came crawling behind him. Nate squealed and started to run in the direction of his room in the hallway, where I was.
Nate noticed me, squealed some more, then hid behind me. As Marshall came closer, he got a straight face and looked up from my legs to my eyes. He blushed a bit and stood face to face with me from a few feet away. "You're up," he stated glumly.
"Don't be so happy," I joked.
Nate latched onto my right leg when Marshall stepped up to me. "He's going to hurt me!" Nathan exclaimed through giggles.
I smiled down at Nate and laughed, patting him on the back. He made a weird face while looking up at Marshall, so I looked back to him as well. Marshall had a hand in front of his neck, motioning it back and forth, silently telling Nate that their little game was finished. When he saw me watching him, he dropped his hand and smiled innocently.
"Amber!" Kuniva called out from the ground, Swifty pinning him down by the shoulders and counting down. "What's crackalatin'?"
"Hi, Von," I chuckled. I turned back to Marshall. "How long have they been here?" I asked.
"Few hours," he answered. "I thought you were gonna wake up, but you didn't," he pointed out. "And you were taking up the entire bed, so I decided to get up."
"Oh," I nodded. "So you decided to invite over the guys and play on your living room floor?" I rose my eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah, pretty much," he confirmed with a nod.
I chuckled. "So mature."
"Amber!" Nate giggled, still holding onto my leg. I was surprised he even remembered my name, because last time he was too nervous to say hi. "Start walking."
I laughed and began walking past Marshall and into the living room, all the while Nate was laughing and screaming. His laugh was so contagious and cute. It sort of reminded me of Marshall's laugh.
When we got to the couch, I swung my leg up high and plopped him down on it, making sure to add sound effects. He let go of my leg and closed his eyes while laughing even more. The more I watched him, the more my chuckles grew. Eventually, I was sitting next to him and holding my stomach. His laugh was so funny.
When our laughing simmered down, Marshall sat on the armrest beside me with a sly smile. "I think he likes you," he said as he glanced to Nate, who was still recovering from the laughter.
"He's so cute," I said. "So... where's your mom?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I wasn't paying attention when she told me."
"Classic," I commented.
Nate scurried off of the couch and hopped on Kunivas stomach, since he was laying down on the ground. Kuniva, Kon, Swift, Proof, and Bizarre were all sprawled out on the ground, out of breath. It made me wonder how six teenage boys could act like a bunch of energetic eight year olds.
