Protecting My Porter

Chapter 6

Ice cream. All I could think about for the past three days was ice cream. Not just some puny little bowl of Ice cream but a whole world of ice cream. I looked up to a round light yellow circle. Bad idea. The lemon rays were real. I took a step into some brown mush shooting some milked down chocolate cream into my mouth. A

" AAAAAhhhhhhhhhh!!" Screaming jolted me upright out of my sleep. Running to Amani's room I hope on top of hope that everything is alright.. The last thing I need is more worrying on top of the worrying I was already worrying about with Morgan. "What dude?!!" Amani stood in the middle of his floor holding his tail. "Look at this?" His big green eyes looked as if they were about to pop out and roll across the floor. " I don't understand. It 's your tail. What's the problem?" I couldn't help but think that this moment would be the perfect vignette. Amani holding his tail standing in front of his Sahara desert painted wall and the sun shining so that the light shone perfectly on his swirls of red hair. " Dude, this is a lion tail. A Lion!" he screamed as if I did not just hear him say lion the first time.Shrugging my shoulders and flicking my hand out I gestured for him to tell me what the actual problem was. "I'm a tiger! I am a TIGER!!!" From the way he kept smacking his chest I was starting to think that he was supposed to be King Kong. Great. Just what I needed, one more thing to make matters worse. We don't know what the heck this tiger tail means and Amani isn't going to shut up about it. " Maybe you had an allergic reaction to something you ate and you ended up with a lion tail for just a few days.".

"No, dude. I haven't eaten anything but what we always eat."

'What's all the raucous about?" Morgan peeped her head from around the door frame and screamed when she saw Amani's tail. "I know!! I'm a tiger. Sarah's forehead was crinkled in waves and her eyes spoke with disgust as she closed the front door and place all of her things on the counter. I saw her lips moving but I couldn't hear anything. The veins on the side of her neck were popping out which was the only indicator that she was hollering.Why couldn't I hear her? Then it came to me. I turned around and clucked Morgan upside the back of her head so that she would shut the hell up. "I'm sorry. Say that one more time."

" I said, what's going on? Why was Morgan screaming like that?" Sarah walked closer to investigate the havoc.

"I'll tell you what's going on. I have a freaking Lion tail." Amani burst out of his room holding his tail in his hand as if it were an abomination.

"I love how you're just overlooking the whole point of you having a freaking tail!" Morgan was really becoming hysterical. I mean she didn't even act like this when she found out that she was a porter. Why bring the crazy out now?

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Morgan

"You know, Someone has been asking about you." Logan leaned across my counter coquettishly twirling a piece of hair around her finger trying to bait me. I mean mug her over the top of my coffee mug as I take a sip of tea. " Who?" I ask puffing out air way louder than neccessary. " Guess." I roll my eyes as Logan bounces around to make a cup of tea . I really wasn't in the mood for any of Logan's games right now but I knew that she wouldn't let this go unless I played along so I just blurt out the male characters from all of the books I've read. " Isaiah, Percy, Liam, Atticus." Shaking her head with a frown on her face Logan brings my foolishness to a halt." No. No. No. If You're going to do this at least name people that we know.I mean , act like you care. Make it fuuunnn."

That's the point. I didn't care to play. "Logan-"

"ALEXANDER BILTMOORE!!!" Blake opened the door with a hand full of bags hollering. " You left us down stairs with all these bags like we didn't have anything better to do!"

" I didn't leave YOU to get the bags. I left Sydney and Zyon to get the bags. They've muscles they can handle it." I chuckle. That's just like Logan.I mean why carry a bag when there are two perfectly good gentlemen right there? I was taught to never carry a bag when a man is around, otherwise he ain't for you. " I swear if I didn't love your little quarter asian but I'd kill you." Blake sat the bags on my sofa.