Feelings. (Tyson Ritter + Victoria Justice)

8.

(Heads up, this chapter has a lot of fuckin' cussing.)

TYSON'S P.O.V.

I savoured the long weekend as much as I could by avoiding everyone and sleeping till noon.

If my idiot brother would allow it.

"FIRE! TY THERE'S A FUCKING FIRE! GET BAILEY, CALL 911, EVACUATE! TYSON GET YOUR SKINNY ASS UP! THIS IS A CODE 9!" Zack barged in, shaking me vigorously. I heard Bailey yell at Zack from outside, telling him to shut up. They grow up so fast.

"Fuck off Zack." I said in my pillow, and I heard him leave.

That was too easy. But after minutes of sweet silence passed, I let my guard down and went back to sleep.

Big mistake.

"Ow! What the shit!" I jolted upright, looking at what he hit me with. He held a long sock, with what I presumed was a stick of butter in it.

"That's it." I lunged forward, and he began running away. So of course I chased after him.

We circled the kitchen table, both of us on opposite ends of each other.

"Whatcha gonna do, Ty? Whatcha gonna do?" He mocked, as I tried to plan how to get to him.

In the mean time, he began throwing wax fruits at me.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I started catching what I could, and threw them back as hard as I could at him. One hit his head.

"Ow." He bent over clutching his head, not getting back up. I got worried and began making my way around the table to see if he was alright.

But a fool I was.

"OW FUCK YOU ASS" I exclaimed after he hit me with the cold butter sock again.

He laughed, and ran outside. And again, I followed him.

"I'm gonna murder you, Zack!" I shouted, then squinted violently when the hot afternoon sun hit my face.
When I finally got used to the brightness, I opened my eyes fully to see Zack carrying the garden hose.

Oh no.

"Well, Ty, it was nice knowing you, it was... kinda okay being your big brother, but alas, all mediocre things must come to an end." He wiped a non-existent tear from his eye, then smiled evilly.

"Any last words?"

"Put it down-"

He cut me off by shooting the cold, painful water at my body. It felt like a million tiny bullets.

I turned around so it would hit my back instead, but it only seemed to worsen.

"OKAY OKAY STOP!" I screamed over his manic laughs.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't really hear you!"

I held my arms out to try and block some water, but everything I did was followed by pain.

"STOP ZACK" I howled.

"Sorry what? You gotta speak up man!"

"FUCKING STOP ZACK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs but he continued to mock me. I saw Victoria and Maddy staring at me from across the street. Only then did I realize I was wearing the Donkey Kong boxers I secretly owned.

"What in the hell is goin' on here?!" The sound of our mothers voice brought a stop to everything. I sighed at the sudden relief, then started shivering. My whole body was covered in pins and needles. I looked down and saw my whole torso, arms, and I bet my back, were red. Bruises started to form where Zack had hit me with the butter sock.