Related {Muke}

34

"Look! I found my pink shirt!" I gasped, gripping the hem of the pale pink shirt that said BabyBoy in cursive on the top left.

"Hmm, the one you lost in middle school?"

"Yeah! And it still fits!" I exclaimed, settling down in my my step brother's lap.

"Pretty." Michael whispered, pecking my cheek.

He was currently trying to figure out his music, stressing over what note he had forgotten. I read it over as I swung my feet under the desk.

"Is it G?" I asked.

Michael tapped his pencil against the desk, humming the tune out.

"Yes. Thank you bunny."

"Sure daddy." I replied, shrugging, "Is that all you have to do?"

"Yep. Now you have my full attention."

I pouted, "I liked doing that though. It's like a puzzle."

"Then maybe you should major in music next year."

"Why not this year?"

"I don't think you can just get into Berklee without much musical experience."

"I can sing." I insisted.

"maybe you could branch into guitar or something?" Mikey suggested. "Unless you want to be a lead singer, than you just need tighter pants and a tambourine."

I pouted, "Mikey!"

"I'm kidding Bunn. Now get up, I need a shower."

"Me too." I giggled, racing towards the small bathroom.

"You just got a shower baby."

"No I didn't." I giggled, "I don't know what your talking about."

He shook his head, his fading hair falling in his eyes. The older boy took his clothes off and turned the water on. I got undressed as well, hoping into the shower first.

"Ah that feels good." I sighed as the warm water cascaded down my back.

"Again, you just got a shower." Mikey brought up, getting in as well.

"sharing is caring babe. Doesn't it make you want to relax when you share a nice hot shower with your stepbrother in some apartment over top a Chinese and pizza restaurant?"

"No it makes me want pizza and Chinese." Michael retorted.

"Same...you get the pizza I'll get the Chinese?"

"Shower later?"

"Deal."

"Deal."