SMOSH EXPEDITION: The Rainbow Lollipop (Book Five)

Chapter Three - Reuniting The Explorers

Billy Hamburger

It was one tiring day, Charlie and I had just gotten home from the grand unveiling of the Golden Flamingo back at the museum. Ian and Anthony left right after the speech while we stayed behind a bit more and enjoyed the food served to us.

   As of now, we're staying at an apartment here in L. A. for a month so we could film Smosh stuff without the long seven-hour drive from Sacramento, and be there for the unveiling of the museum exhibit.

   I slumped on the couch and loosened my necktie, my body feeling like jelly from exhaustion. My pet was loudly snoring on the armrest, knocked out by the booze he had consumed. I glanced at the clock, it was five minutes past eleven in the evening.

Way past my bedtime.

"Billy?" My mom's voice echoed from the hall, "Is that you?"

"Yeah, mom. I'm home." I lazily replied, my eyelids slowly closing. Hello darkness, my old friend.

   "Are you with your brother?" She asked.

   "Nope."

   "I told him to go pick you up at the museum."

   "What?"

   "I told him go and fetch you. Brent told me he texted you before leaving."

   I took out my phone and turned on the display, "He didn't send me a- yes he did, how come I didn't receive it earlier?"

   "Maybe because you put his message notification on silent because he kept on sending you weird trypophobic images?" Charlie interjected, yawning.

   "Oh yeah, Brent always likes to do that." I scoffed, "Where is he then?"

"You tell me, you were supposed to wait for him there." My mom replied.

I stood up, "I'll go look for him, ma."

"Alright, stay safe." She said before closing the door and heading off to bed.

   Charlie, who was shaken awake by my sudden movement, rolled from the armrest down to the soft couch, "Are you really gonna look for him?"

   A sudden thought of doubt formed in my head, "I think so."

   "After all he's done to you? For bullying you all these years?"

   "He's my brother, Charlie, and he's not that bad." I shrugged.

   "He convinced you to run away from home!"

   I rubbed my chin, "Indeed he had, but we felt we were free," my lips slowly curved into a smile, "He told me that No more parents, no more rules. Yeah nice try, mom, but I ain't no fool." I took a breath, "No more bathtime, no more hugs and if I feel like it I will crap on the rug." I tapped my foot, "No more mommy, no more dad, finally I can wear that skanky top that I had!"

   "But you were eating shards of glass!" Charlie interrupted.

   "Because I don't give a fuck!" I sassed.