The Gray Brothers: It's All Relative ✔️ (Wattpad version)

Here comes crazy!

I woke up the next day and groan. My face hurt so bad. I looked over to see Nash sleeping next to me with his hair on his forehead. I would drool right now if it weren't for the fact I had to use my mouth for breathing.

I crawled over him, trying not to wake him. Well, that was until I looked in the mirror to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show that laid upon my face. I screamed, causing him to fall out of bed and the others to bust into the bedroom.

"At least they aren't doing the hip-pity dip-pity," Nixon said with relief.

"Thank god," the others agreed.

Nash looked at them as he laid on the floor. I stood there, staring in the mirror. The only thing I could remember was going into the house, Jonas and Cayson were sharing. Then that's when it hit me. I got a pissed off look on my face and turned around.

"Uh oh, this isn't good," Noah said.

I walked towards them, stepping over Nash and pushing my way past them.

"Maggie, where are you going?" Pat asked me.

"To get even," I yelled. That caused the brothers to run after me along with Nash. They tackled me, causing me to hit my nose and it to bleed again.

"What the hell?"

Nate grabbed a rag and handed it to Nash, who helped with the bleeding. I just glared at him.

"Look, I know you want to throw stuff at them, but can you at least wait until your nose heals?" he asked me.

"Nab, my nobe is broke again. I'm on vacation and had to deal with crazy people, a wild pig chabing us, your brodder catching us at the wrong time, and now a broken nobe again! Stoopid vacation," I huffed.

"Damn, she sounds like Elmer Fudd," Nixon smirked, and we just looked at him.

"Nix?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Shut up," he said with irritation.

As they helped me with my nose, there was a knock at the door. The family stopped and looked at each other than the knock came again.

Pat got up and walked over to the door. She opened it and said, "Lucille!"

"Patricia," Lucille greeted her.

She walked by her and looked at all of us on the floor. "What's this? Is this some Hawaiian pow-wow?"

"Grammy!" they all yelled as they rushed her.

"Oh, my babies! I've missed you!" She gave them all kisses. Then she looked at Nash. "Nashville? You will not kiss your Grammy?"

I looked at Nash. "Nashville?" He rolled his eyes. He helped me to my feet and walked over to her.

"Grammy, what have I told you? I hate the name Nashville."

"Well, that is your birth name."

"Please call me Nash," he begged her.

"Nixon, Nathaniel, and Noah go get my bags," she ordered them.

I looked at them. Nathan's name was Nathaniel? Whoa, I'm still trying to wrap my head around Nashville.

"And who is this poor little thing that looked like she got plowed by a truck?"

"Ma, you remember little Maggie from next door," Nate said to her.

"This is Margaret?"

Great, I hated Margaret.

"Well, I'm sure you're a pretty thing when you don't look like such a mess," she said to me.