The Bad Boys Laugh

Chapter One

Aris Williams

"Aris."

The sound of my name being whispered in my ear made me tuck my arm tighter under my head, burrowing it deeply into the pillow. Certainly that should have been a sure enough sign to make the person interrupting my wonderful dream about Daniel Sharman to go away. Certainly they shouldve gotten the hint. Right?

No. My name was repeated again and again.. And yes.. Again. And then the shaking started.

"Aaarrriiiss.. Aaarriiss."

The dream stopped, and Daniel Sharman quickly slipped away. No, Baby. BABY!! COME BACK!!! Light shone so bright into the eyes I consider my own, and the culprit who ruined a perfectly good dream about the sexiest man alive was shown.

It was Lovely, my older sister.

When had she come back from college?

With one eye closed, and the other one half opened I attempted a glare, which I no doubt failed... Simply because I was so ecstatic to see her.

"L. You realize you just woke me up from a dream about the sexiest man alive, right?"

She raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow that I knew from personal experience were a pain in the ass the maintain, my own starting to look as if I put hair growth on them.

"Adam Levine?" A smirk came to her lips.

She was teasing me obviously, she knew ive had a strange addiction to Daniel Sharman since 2007 whenever I first saw him in Starting Over. Albeit, he might not show his sexy face on my television far enough, but watching Teen Wolf on Monday was almost enough. Almost.

"Shuddup. Just because he was voted The Sexiest Man Alive doesn't mean he's the sexiest man alive."

Who cares if that doesn't make any sense?

Her blue-gray eyes rolled, and she basically pulled me out of bed. With a little help from myself, of course. Her twig figure Could Not Ever pull my fat ass out of the bed. I'm like a freaking hippo, I'm even predicating on one of those scooter things that Cartmen used in South Park a couple of weeks ago. Hey, it might have just been making fun of people, but dayuum. The thought of not having to walk? Sounds like a wonderful idea to me. We could all be fat together!

"Don't pull too hard skinny mini, your liable to break your back or something." I slapped the layer of fat over my stomach, pretended that it did that whole jello thing, and smiled up at her, only for her face to be covered in a look of pure rage.

She pulled my poor stomach, and a look crossed her eyes that happened whenever she was going to go off on a rant.

"Listen here -"

...

I sort of blanked out after she started talking about how she has seen sooo many people throw away there lives because they thought they were not the right size.

We were currently sitting on the couch, her in her business suit outfit thing, and me in a big pajama shirt and leggings (which I pulled on whenever the 'rents called us down.) They started to complain that Lovely had left the guests that she had brought over downstairs with them, but it was quickly cut off when the both of them walked into the room.

The one was my sisters fiance Chad. They had this whole 'love at first sight' thing going on, met in some coffee shop around where she goes to school. He asked her out for coffee, she instantly fell for his soft blue eyes, told him yes. ShadabingShadaboom.

It was so perfect to see my older sister so deeply in love with the man, her eyes literally bugging out whenever he walked in, as if thinking ' how is he mine again?'