Shadae's POV
"Bye Jack, bye Madison!" JSwazz says closing his front door.
"I'm gonna head to my room," I tell Swazz, and Derek.
Jack and Madison were the last two to leave. But Derek was staying over much to my dismay. I mean don't get me wrong, I like Derek, but I just wanted to spend sometime alone with my older brother, because we don't hang out a lot.
"Why so soon?" Derek asks.
"Castiel and Dean are calling," I answer.
"Huh?" Derek frowns.
"Supernatural," Swazz answers for me.
Derek nods his head, I turn back around, and jog upstairs. I glance at my bed before heading into the bathroom to pee. I notice my stuffed Eeyore isn't there, yes I still sleep with it, Swazz bought it for me. And yes I like Winnie The Pooh.
"JOHN!" I scream frantically, destroying my room.
"What?" John yells back coming into my room, "What are you doing, what are you looking for?"
"I-I-I can't find Eeyore!" I tell him crouching down to look underneath my bed.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I see Derek's shoes from under the bed.
"What is she going crazy for?" Derek asks John.
"Her Eeyore, can you help us look?" John questions Derek.
"Eeyore?" Derek asks me when I get up off the floor.
"Yes asshole, Eeyore, the depressed donkey from Winnie The Pooh!" I snap at Derek, and push him out of my way so I can look in Swazz's room.
Swazz continues to dig through my closet when I come back from being a destructive tornado in his room. I also pee in his bathroom because I could not hold it any longer.
"Yo, sis this other stash of weed smells amazing!" Swazz shouts from the closet.
"That's my laced shit, I rarely sell it cause it is dangerous," I tell him looking through my drawers.
"Aye Ma, I think I found him!" Derek says from the bathroom.
John and I run in and Derek has a sopping wet Eeyore by the tail coming out of the toilet. I turn to look at Swazz and he is looking at his phone clenching his teeth, looking pretty pissed off.
"What Swazz?" I ask him.
"Madison, did this shit," Swazz confesses to me.
"How do you know?" Derek questions him.
"This," Swazz says showing us her Snapchat story.
"I am fighting her. Fuck that. We are fighting don't even try to stop me," I growl grabbing Eeyore, and walking into the laundry room and stick him in the washer.
"Wait until like Saturday to fight her. We can train together," Derek says.
"Fine," I agree.
