We had been laying there for who knows how long when gram and Chris came crashing through the door. We didn't even move because Chris knows this is what me and Jake do, but not what we did...
"Hey Karla, Dan called gram when we where at the store and said you wouldn't answer him and wanted to know if you wanted him to come over." said Chris yelling at the top of his lungs even though there was only a single wall between us. Right when he said that I felt Jakes whole body move like just the sound of Dan's name made him want to hurt something.
"Umm I don't think today is good I still need to do home work for school!" I yelled back because if Dan came over I had a feeling that him and Jake would get into a fight. After I said that I looked at Jake, he kissed my forehead.
"If you wnat him to come over he can, I won't get mad, I promise." Jake said but I could hear the ignorance in his voice.
"You could loose your temper and if that happens people would get hurt in more ways then one so for now I think Dan shouldn't come over here."
"Ok but if he dose I will be on my best behavior!"
Lies...
"It looks like you two are getting along again!" said Chris as he bust through the door with some pop, chips and dip.
"Shut up Chris." said Jake and I at the same time.
"Freaky..." said Chris 2 seconds before I throw a pillow at his face, which he throw back but Jake cought.
"I caught it that means your out." Jake said.
"What is this? Doge ball?" I said before they both looked at eachother and then begain to pelt me with pillows.
"STOP IT! I WILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU WHEN I GET UP!" (which I did) I said as I kicked them both in there special place... Opps...
They both layed there on the floor holding their dicks when I got up and climbed up to the top of the bunk bed and grabed the bebe gun I keep under my pillow and amed at them and said,"If you even make the slitest move to hurt me I shot you in the center of your forehead."
After 15 minutes of nonstop groaning I finally climed slowly down the lader and crawled to the couch and grabed the remote turning it to Scooby-Doo still cluching to my bebe gun.
After about 3 minutes Jake got up left the room and came back with two bags of ice, throw one at Chris and put the other on his dick carefully to help it feel better, I guess I hit them harder then I thought... Opps... again...
We just sat there silently watching Scooby-Doo... we are such grown ups.... pillow doge ball, pop, chips with dip, bebe guns, Scooby-Doo and ice to the balls...
