Caught In The Scene (LiL PEEP)

Chapter 47 (THE END)

The morning came unwelcomed. The guys had somehow wound up in the room during the night. The door was wide open and no longer locked. Great. They could view my makeup stained face and the black mascara on my dirtied pillow for themselves. I fell asleep horrified...and woke up that way. Gustav was int eh covers beside me with his mouth ajar and limbs sprawled out wide. I shifted my weight to one side to gaze upon him more prominently. His shirt was missing somewhere, exposing his Daddy tattoo. My splendor came to an abrupt end when Wiggy and Wicca jumped onto our bed and started beating the two of us with their fluffy pillows. 

"What are you doing?!" I giggled and shielded myself with my forearms. Gustav woke as a raging beast. One thing you never do is wake that man up. He tugged on their weapons until he had collected them all like Pokemon. Turning on them, he defended the two of us. 

"Back up! I need back up!" Wigs cried. Tracy, Coldhart, and Horsehead all stormed into the quarters and came to the guys' rescue. Their pillows were enormous and meant for decoration. These ones will hurt. Peepers tossed me a shield. He still held the one that had makeup contamination. 

"Clea, I didn't know your cum was black!" Tracy exclaimed, referring to the eyeliner. 

"Are you dumb? It's makeup." I uppercut his jaw with the pillow. We all attacked each other like we were fighting for our lives or something. Wiggy hopped from bed to bed, front flipping over Gus and I as we tried to knock him down. 

"Do you ever run out of energy?" Gus chuckled, plowing over me on his way to Wiggy. That resulted in Wicca tripping over us, Tracy falling over him onto us, and Coldhart face planting into my hip. We piled up like dogs. Haha...dogpile. Wiggy latched onto Horseheads back and stuck his index finger into the air.

"Away, Horse-y." The two of them left the room.

"We're following right?" I spoke up, barely audible because my face was smooshed against the mattress. 

"Hell yea. This isn't over!" Coldhart was the first off the bed. We all followed the leader and most likely looked like an angry mob, replace the anger with determination, and all we need are some pitchforks. 

"Where did that rat and his noble steade go?" Wicca hissed. We split up in the halls in search of the rascal dubbed pair. 

"They're downstairs!" Coldhart shouted and we half tumbled down the steps like a stampede of snowballs. 

"Use your feet. Clea!" Wicca demanded, stumbling over the both of ours.

"If she breaks her neck from falling and dies, I'm blaming you." Gustav joked.

"Bet." Wic bit.

'You don't wanna bet when it comes to my princess." My heart somersaulted. He picked up my hand and we traced one another's veins with our thumbs. Everyone raced after the little children until Wiggy was ceased.

"Gotcha!" Wicca had Wigs in a choke hold. Not again... "What do we do now?"

"I think this turned into a game of Capture The Flag. Sorry Wiggy, but that would be you." Coldhart came out of nowhere with a pillow and smacked the kid.

"I said this isn't over!" Wiggy fell and curled into a ball on the ground as if he were a rolli-polli.

"Holy shit!" The guy scared the fuck out of me. 

"I...think we're done here." Gus winced.

"Agreed." There was no hesitation on my part.

An hour later we were all gathered together around the dining room table enjoying breakfast and laughing as always. French toast sticks, maple syrup, powdered sugar, and juice. Well...for me. The guys were passing around a bottle of Hennessy. Ew, them damn day drinkers. I decided to take advantage of the honesty water. "So," I played with the food cut into fourths on my porcelain plate. "why did you guys commence the pillow fight this morning? Any reason?" My curiosity was gnawing away at my bones for the oddest, unknown, reason.