Strolson Twins

Chapter XXVI (The Bare Minimum Bandits)

December 22, 20??

Alex's POV

I woke up, feeling tired and irritated. My back hurt and my head throbbed. I groaned and rolled out of bed. Right onto the floor. Now my right elbow hurt and my never-really-fixed shin bone ached.

"ASHER!" I yelled, "I can't get up!"

"You can't, or won't?" I heard his voice from the other bed in the hotel room.

"My back hurts!"

"Seriously? You're such a wimp."

"My shin hurts!"

"Which one?"

"Now my elbow hurts!"

"Wimp," he sneered, pulling his blanket over his head.

"Buuuutttt! I have to pee!"

"Then get up yourself," he said, his words slightly muffled by the covers.

"Humph," I sighed dejectedly, "fine."

I braced my hands underneath me and after several minutes of trial and error I finally made it to my knees. After getting on my knees, the feeling of having to pee overcame the stupendous pain I was feeling in random limbs. 

I jumped the rest of the way to my feet and raced to the small hotel bathroom.

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I was just starting to eat my small bowl of cereal when Asher's phone rang in my pocket. I was so startled by the random sound of Usher's Scream that I jerked my spoon and the milk and corn flakes flew into the wall behind me. I set the spoon in my bowl and fished Asher's phone out. 

Not stopping to wonder why his phone was in my pocket or if I really should be reading his private texts, I clicked the message.

Meet us at the park, said the message.

There was no contact. 

Creepy. 

"Asher! You lazy ass! Get the hell out of bed!" I yelled, keeping my safe distance from the bed.

Getting too close to Asher when he wakes up is a mistake I won't make twice. Seriously, it's hazardous to one's health.

"No!" he yelled, still completely covered in a blanket. 

"If you don't get up, I'm taking the Camaro," I threatened.

"No you won't," he muttered. "You'll never find the keys." 

"Says the person that taught me how to hot-wire a car. I won't need keys."

Asher dragged himself out of the covers to give me a death stare. 

I mocked a shiver and put my hands in the air, "Ooh... Scary."

"Why do I have to get up so bloody early in the morning?" he asked.

I stared at him. "It's noon, stupid."

"Really? Make me lunch."

"No. Oh, and you got a text from an unidentified number," I said. 

"Who?"

"Are you seriously asking that, or was it sarcasm?" I looked at him in complete befuddlement.

"It's much too early in the afternoon to tell."

"Anyways... The text told you to meet 'us' at the park," I said.

"Us? Which park? Does this tiny town even have a park?" 

Good question.

"One sec," I said, pulling out his phone, "I'll see what Google has to say."