Pestilence

Four- The Sooty Snake

I retreat to Beth's spare room to get changed into my PJ's, a blue vest with a grey one over it, a grey cardi and leggings with grey ugg boots. My face is still on fire! Hilary wouldn't like me! He must like Beth, she's the fun loving one, I'm too serious. I shake my head.

"Can we get changed upstairs Beth?" Harry asks.

"Sure, there's a spare room next to the bathroom and there's my parent's room. I'm getting changed in my room." Beth replies as the three come upstairs. I blush violently and run out of the spare room.

"Oh, you're already in your PJ's great one Tegan." Beth enthuses, running into her room. No doubt her PJ's will be pink.

Noah and Harry emerge from the bedrooms they selected in vests and sweats. We're all waiting for Ms Pink herself, Beth.

"Hurry up Beth!" I whine, knocking on her bedroom door.

"I'm ready, I'm ready." she complains, opening the door, like I suspected she was in pink. A pink woolly jumper and grey leggings with slippers.

"Should we put a movie on?" I suggest, intending to avoid the subject of who of Beth and I is Hilary's damsel in distress.

"Home movies!" Beth cheers, I grimace, I hate home movies. She runs into the living room, we follow. Me, personally hoping to manipulate her into letting us do something else.

"Oh God no!" Harry backs up.

"Please don't do it Beth." Noah pleas.

"Anything but a home movie." I whine.

"No. We shall watch the home movie or shall sleep now!" Beth folds her arms. I look to Noah and Harry. We all nod.

"Goodnight Beth." we mock, all turning away from the television and closing our eyes. I hear Noah begin to snore in minutes. Wow, maybe the time differences are messing with his head, technically it would be early morning right now and he hasn't slept in about a day. Harry sounds as if he's drifting off too. I close my eyes allowing me to be swallowed by sleep.

Knock. Knock. Knock. I sit up.

"If that's Tom again, I swear to God." Beth snarls, sitting up from the sofa. I try not to snigger, bedhead has never been so comical to look at.

"Someone hit the snooze button." Harry groans, still facedown in a nest of beanbags and pillows.

"I'll get it." Noah offers, still half asleep he smacks the radio by the armchair which he is sleeping on. Instantly Blurred Lines echoes out of the small cube shaped radio.

"Turn it off!" Harry shouts.

"Too far away." Beth rolls off of the sofa.

"Must switch off catchy controversial crap." her cousin frantically begins to smack the coffee table by his head, aware that that is where the pounding drumming of the Robin Thicke song is coming from.

"Do it." I whimper, hands over my ears.

"Why is this crap still playing!" Harry yells groggily.

"We can't switch it off!" Beth hisses, furious that her morning is being disturbed by such chaos.

"I've got it!" Noah cheers with triumph falling off of the armchair onto Harry, we all sigh in relief. The song is off.

"Can you get off of me now No', you're crushing my knees." Harry asks.

"Sorry man." Noah gets up, running a hand through his matted bedhead.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"So someone was at the door." Harry realises.