"You really should let me talk."
"Go away, let me tell my story."
"No."
"Leave. Me. Alone. Hayley!"
"NO!"
"Back off before I hurt you."
"You're going to hurt Rob's little sister? Ya, I would like to see that happen..."
"Shut up Ben."
"Yeah, shut up Ben," I mocked, deepening my voice into a high pitched growl.
"I absolutely hate you."
"Which is why you're letting me pick the movie tonight."
"No I'm not."
"Yeah, we're watching- Umph." Paul broke stride down the worn dirt path almost immediately, snagged me around the waist, and suddenly I was upside down. "Put me down you ignoramus!"
"Will you two cut it out?" Rob cried, from somewhere I was unable to see from my position facing Paul's jean clad buttocks. As nice as the view was, this was a seriously uncomfortable position.
"We've been outside for all of ten minutes and I already want to kill both of you," Ben groaned, striding ahead with a long swaggery stride. If I had been able to lift my head without risking severing my spinal cord, I probably would have been burn a hole into his denim clad behind with my narrow eyed glare.
"It's been over three hours Benny-Boy," Grey chuckled.
"You two are so bothersome that I'm losing track of time," Ben cried. I could practically imagine his hands flying into the air in a show of dramatics. Too bad I'm not quite in a position to feel the full brunt of his frustration.
Well, too bad for him, that is.
"It's not my fault that Robert's mini-me is annoying as fuck," Paul huffed, adjusting his grip on my upper thighs and marching on. From this position, the hair that I had so nicely fashioned in a ridiculously messy updo was beginning to lose its perch. "I just wanted to tell you guys about the sweet pair of tits on-"
"And I just wanted to tell you guys that while I may appear to get along with you like 'one of the guys'-
"We don't think you're one of the guys," Ben interrupted. I assumed from the intonation in his voice, that his eyes were raised to the heavens, but alas, I did not care.
"-but that doesn't mean that I want to hear about your disgusting conquests, you apes," I continued with an angry, aggressive pinch to Paul's surprisingly muscular behind.
"Ow, you little fuckwit!"
"Language, Pauly!" I grinned, tilting my head enough to survey my surroundings. We had managed a nice little tour of one section of the island, and I was pleased to see that there were many hiking trails I would be investigating in the future. We were on our way back, following a seaside cliff trail that led to the house, when Paul had launched on a very detailed storyline about his latest and greatest piece of buttocks.
"How do you turn this thing off?" Paul grumbled, spinning in a circle so that I was flung out like an overgrown tilt-a-whirl.
"She's going to puke on you," Rob stated from somewhere up ahead. My brother was laughing at my situation. Laughing.
"I find if you poke her in the side, she does some really weird jig," Grey muttered. I had tried to avoid him this morning, after my freakishly weird dream. This meant not cooking him breakfast, like I had for the other boys, because let's be real. How can one ask for the breakfast desires from a guy she had very, very sexy dreams about? They can't. Period.
He had not seemed to take it very well.
Then again, I had found that none of the boys handled hunger very well.
"I'm not going to ask how you know that, buddy," Rob stated, and I could picture the dull eyed look he would be giving Grey. Pictured, because I couldn't see it. Because I was still upside down. And now, the blood was running to my head at an abnormally fast pace.
"Where, here?" Fingers moved along the edge of my tee shirt until they stroked a particularly sensitive spot. Then, they jabbed. And a high pitched screech practically cracked my ear drums in half.
Oh wait, that was me.
"Holy fuck, turn it off!" Ben shouted, his cries of pain only vaguely heard amongst my screaming and laughing. Paul had found a frighteningly ticklish spot. My feet were kicking out, my arms were flailing, my body was twisting, and suddenly, one toe made rather rough contact with a squishy patch of skin.
I heard the groan before I hit the ground. And then I heard the groans of the surrounding counterparts.
I rolled off of stomach, onto my bum, dusting my jean short as I went. Paul was withered on the ground, assuming the position of something similar to the fetal position.
"You didn't have to sack the guy," Ben grumbled, reaching down to haul his bandmate off of the ground. "It'll be alright, big guy. Walk it off."
"She did exactly what my little sister should do, to strange men that touch her," Rob grinned, brushing his blonde hair back off of his forehead, and sending a happy wink in my direction.
"Remind me not to tickle you anymore," Grey chuckled, from somewhere behind me. Hands shifted underneath my armpits, and I was once again airborne, giving me just enough time to register that a hot guy had his lovely hands in my sweaty and stinky armpits, before I was on my feet and they were gone. I could feel the heat emanating off of Grey at my back, but, the red flush flooding my cheeks did not allow me to turn. He would never let me live that one down. It was bad enough that my brother was giving me a knowing look over his shoulder as he walked away.
"Again, I am not going to ask, buddy." Grey seemed to ignore Rob's look, or perhaps he didn't see it.
"Don't worry, big bro-sef. I'll never have anything but big brother affection for our little cupcake over here."
Well, if that wasn't the absolute blues clues.
I think the ruffle of hair on my head was the cake topper, though.
Why was my life a heap of never ending embarrassment?
"Come on little girl, let's go watch whatever torture you're going to put us all through today."
Uggghhhhhh.
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My Brother's Band
Novela JuvenilHaley is an orphan. Technically. She still lives amoung her family, being shipped from member to member whenever they grow tired of her depression. Haley Hollows isn't really depressed, she just prefers to be a loner, having lost her parents when...
