Alone.

A Day With The Ashton's

Chapter: 3
A Day With The Ashton's

"It's 2 in the afternoon, Ray! Wake up!" my mother's voice boomed through the house and into my room as I had kept my door open. It jolted me awake. When did they come back? was the first thought that crossed my mind.

And the instant I blindly got up, I hit my head with the brick wall of my sister's skull, "What the hell, Ashley!" I rubbed my sore forehead, feeling the telltale signs of a painful bump forming. I glared at her, "Couldn't you wait till later to enlighten me with your unholy creepiness?" I hissed.

"Yeesh, who put your panties in a bunch?" She was rubbing her forehead too. "And what's your head made of? Granite?"

"My fists are made of granite too," I warned her. "What are you doing here in the first place?"

She made an innocent face and brought one of her hands to her chest for a dramatic effect, "What? Can't I stare at my elder sister sleeping like a horse just because it's funny to look at?"

"I'd say. I bet she won't get up even if a zombie apocalypse tears the whole world apart," said Aiden. He was standing at the door with his hands in his favourite pair of black sweatpants, smiling at me. Have I mentioned that Aiden and Ashley were twins? Well, they are. And God help their culprit if they team up on someone.

Ashley smiled like a Cheshire cat, "Besides, we've missed you!"

"Shut up." I mumbled as I gathered up my covers around me like a shield from an oncoming roast at my expanse.

They both started laughing. And I just glared at them. That was when Thomas made his grand entrance, grinning. He pushed Aiden to the side causing the latter to let out a disgruntled "Hey!" in protest.

But Thomas ignored him like he never existed. "What are you guys laughing at?" His rich resonating voice nearly shook the walls of my room. He can be annoyingly loud when he wants to be.

Ashley's eyes (a ditto of mine) just shimmered with humour, "Why, we were just observing our elder sister's sleeping habits."

Thomas laughed while behind him, Aiden looked sourly at him as he rubbed at his sore spot on the side.

"Get up, loser. Mum's calling you," Thomas's towering figure marched towards my bed and my eyes widened in horror because I knew exactly what he was about to do.

"Stay away from me, you giant knucklehead!" I warned.

But his march didn't falter in the least.

"I'm getting up, stay away!" I tried again as I looked at my other siblings for help but they were just smirking at the scene unfolding before them. Savages! I thought bitterly as Thomas reached for me with that crazy prankster grin of his.

He pulled at the covers I was holding on to for my dear life, but that idiot was too strong and big for his own good and my efforts were useless against him. He threw back the covers and along with them I was also lurched forward, I grunted in annoyance and gave him my most intimidating glare. Or at least tried to, what with the current posture of my body being highly non-intimidating. He just showed me his pearly whites. "Get up!"

"I would, if you'd let me!" I shouted at him.

But he paid no heed. He took hold of my arms and hauled me up from my bed. And without giving me a chance to steady myself, he let go. I had a hard time not falling on my ass. I turned to face him in all my messy glory and tried to put my unruly nest of raven hair at ease. I winced at the tangles as I raked a hand through them.

I appraised all three of my younger siblings and we all had a stare down for a maximum of five seconds. Because, a smile unwillingly cracked my demeanour and I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. I really can't help it. I love them too much to be angry at them for disturbing my comfortable sleep. "Alright, get out of my room. I need to freshen up." They all started for the door. "I only let you have your fun because I've missed you dolts."