The Troublemaking Intruder

Dallas VS The Cowboy

Jason's pov

Me, Brantley, and Justin were hanging out, just for fun while we wait for the football game to start. "I love your new buck tattoo." Justin says. "Thanks. I do too." Me and B both laugh. I think we both agree Justin is the most kiddish of all of us. I started to doze off until someone poured whiskey down my shirt. "Ok who's the wise guy?!" Both boys laugh. I don't know which one so I shoot a bee bee at each of them. "Ow!" They both gasp, still laughing. I laugh too and reholster my bee bee gun. My phone rings. It's Luke. "What're you up to?" He asks. "Watchin' football and drinkin' beer." (JEFF DUNHAM REFERENCE FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW.) "Well you might want to prepare yourself. Dallas is coming over and he's beyond pissed." "For what?" "He's jealous." Well, crap. "Don't worry bro. I can handle myself." I say, smirking at my brothers who are probably just itching for a fight. I get off the phone. "Hey boys," Brantley was showing off his muscles acting all big and bad. "What's up?" Justin asks, trying to stop laughing. "Dallas is coming to fight me." They stop laughing and stare at me surprised. "Why?" B asks. "Cause I took my lady back. He wants to kick my ass over it." They glance at each other and laugh. "Well he won't succeed!" Justin says. B nods. "Hey guys the game's about to start."

*later*

I lay down tiredly beside my pregnant wife. "What would you do if I told you I wasn't a football fan?" She says, making my eyes snap back open. "I'd have to reevaluate my life choices." I joke. She laughs. "You're kidding right?" I ask, sitting up. "Yes." "Good." I was about to kiss her when the bedroom door opened. Kendyl rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Someone is at the door." Huh? At this hour? Oh wait. Dallas. Damn. I get up with an annoyed groan. "Go back to bed, baby. I'll get rid of him." "Rid of who?" Miranda asks. Kendyl goes back to her room. I sigh. "Dallas wants to beat me up for taking you back." I say with a light chuckle. She rolls her eyes. "Jealous boys are so immature." She grumbles. My eyes go wide. I was extremely jealous when she left me for him. Does that make me immature? Oh who cares. I go to the door. As I knew Dallas was standing there. "What up cowboy?" I mock, thinking of the Dallas cowboys. He was already pissed so that just set him over the edge. He grabs my shoulders, yanking me outside. "Itchin' for a fightin'." I say, smirking. I punch him in the face and kick his legs out from under him. He slams onto his back and I punch him over and over. "Come on back if ya wanna try again. I don't mind a good spar." I say, smiling. He glares up at me with a swollen eye. I hope Luke won't be mad that I beat the snot out of his friend. "See ya." I go back inside proudly. I still got it.