My Over Protective Brothers

Chapter 12

"WAKE UP!" Some one screams outside my door. I groan and plug my ears. Doesn't help much in the way of the sound, but I do find a gummy bear in my ear. Don't know how that got there. I shrug and eat it.

Cance bursts into my room, with the dogs close on his heels.

Barkley jumps up on my bed and sits on my face.

"Okay," I groan. "Someone get him off me."

"I'm looking for my pet gummy bear," Cance whines.

I grin, "Well he isn't here."

"Dangit," Cance said.

He left, probably to bug the rest of the family. I think he spent too much time with Carl.

I glance at my clock. 5:37 AM. Wow, Cance. Wow. Maybe he was sleep walking. I snicker a bit at the thought.

I roll over onto something furry and realize that the dogs never left. Barkley licked my face, eagerly while Goldie sat and barked.

I cuddled up into Barkley's fur and slept.

I was woken up again, this time at the slightly better time of 7:30. I decide to just get up, because Blake doesn't seem like he's going to quit playing the drums anytime soon.

When I got down to the kitchen, I find that my family had given up on sleep as well. Mom and Dad decided they were going out for breakfast. So of course we decided we were too.

As soon as they left, we loaded up into our five-seater. There's six of us. Jackson sat in the trunk. Don't worry, there's a seatbelt back there. It was a sweatshirt but still works.

We went to IHOP.

When we got there we all ordered chocolate chip pancakes with extra whipped cream. We've all ordered the same thing for years, and it never gets old.

During breakfast, we discuss our plans for the day. We're going to go to a haunted house. The decision was almost unanimous, as Cance claimed he was allergic to fear.

There is a brief squabble on whether or not we should bring the dogs. Cance, Jackson, Blake and me are in favor; and Sam and Michael are the opposed.

"Four to two," Cance said with a smirk. "Someone call home and let the dogs know not to wear pants, as they will be scared off."

"Maybe I won't won't wear pants," Blake said thoughtfully.

"I'm with ya on that one," Cance agreed.

Jackson tried to subtly steal my cinnamon roll. I smacked his hand away.

Sam groaned, "You'll all be wearing pants."

"That's what you think," Cance muttered. Blake snickered his agreement.

Our breakfast came to an abrupt end when Michael spilled his coffee and Jackson started to flirt with the elderly lady sitting in the table directly in front of us. I thought both of these were quite amusing, but Sam didn't seem to think so. And what Sam says goes...

We stopped at home to pick up the dogs, and then we were off to the haunted house.

Barkley threw  up on the way over. And Blake took one look at him and threw up as well. Turns out he has a really weak stomach. That's great. I love seeing Blake covered in puke. *evil grin* There were a couple of loud groans from the front, but paper towels were produced and the puke was cleaned up as best as possible. We still
spent the rest of the car ride with the windows down and our noses plugged.

"Aw, look at the spider," Cance mused. It retaliated by swinging right into his face. Cance shrieked and starting doing some type of rain dance.

"DUDE, its fake!" Sam said.

Cance stopped and looked around sheepishly, "I know."

Blake snorted and mimed screaming.

"I did not flail like that!" Cance protested.

This time the whole group snorted.

The place got incredibly dark.

"Who the heck turned out the lights?" Michael asked.

Cance shrieked, "Something bit me!"

Sam turned on a flashlight on his iPhone and we all were very amused to see Barkley attached to Cance's behind.

Cance glared at him and shook him off.

Michael decided he was done and so we all had to go home.

Okay I am literally SO sorry that it took me so long to publish this and that it's crap. I've had a lot going on. If you have a specific scenario you want me to write about, please tell me and I can probably make it happen. :)