Messing With The Morrison Brothers

Ch.4 : Karma is a Mother Dog

Updating finally! btw if you don't know that Mother Dog is a bitch

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My first thought when I awoke was how quiet it was. The other boys had gone silent and the pounding had stopped. Had they given up? Admitted defeat? Fat chance. My mental voice snorted and I nodded in agreement. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was already 12:30 at night. Jeez, I must've had a major sugar crash. I don't even remember falling asleep.

Maybe you should rethink having pure sugar for breakfast. My mental voice grunted.

I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU. I snapped back at it. When my comment was returned with silence, I smirked triumphantly then began to creep slowly out of bed. But, as I tried to be ninja-like in my creeping, my grip on the bed sheets slipped and I tumbled to the ground, right into the unsuspecting lap of Parker, tangling us both in my sheet.

"AHHH SHIT WHAT THE HELL?!" Quickly, I fumbled in the dark to slap my hands over his mouth. His voice muffled against my palm and I fought the urge to wipe the moisture from his spit off.

"Parko shhhh! Why the hell are you on my floor?!" I grumbled groggily, still dazed from my sudden wake up call. I waited for his response until I realized my hand was still clasped to his face and he was subtly licking my palm. Immediatly, I yanked my hand away, wiping it frantically on his pant leg. "Ew Park, stop, gross!"

"We're ALL sleeping on your floor Becster. The other guys didn't give up for hours and we just sorta camped out here. By then I'm pretty sure the only way Jeremy and Derek were keeping them out was with their limp, fat bodies leaning against the door." Suddenly a shoe flew out of nowhere and smacked Parker in the side of the head. "GOD-!" I cut him off with my hand again, glaring daggers, challenging him to make any noise. First off, I did not plan on waking up 8 teenage boys, which could probably set off WWIII, and second I still had a pounding head ache I received from my earlier sugar rush. He glared in the direction the shoe had flown from and I saw his hands searching for something to return fire with. My eyes narrowed and I grabbed his collar and yanked his face down to mine.

"Don't. Even. Think about it." I hissed through my teeth. In response, Parker's face dropped into a heartmelting puppy dog face. Not this time. "Boy, it is too early in the morning. I don't care how pathetic you make your face look, if you throw that shoe, I'll trip you and leave you for dead next time we get chased down by the other team." A large gulp and frantic head nod from Parker signaled he got the message and he hesitantly handed me the shoe. Quickly, snatching it from his hand, I dropped it back on the twins (earning me an amused chuckle from the both of them), then crawled over to the door.

CAREFUL, CAREFUL, CAREFUL! My mental torturer screamed at me and I had to withhold myself from smashing my head into the wall.

THANKS, I KNOW! I screamed back at it. When it fell silent, I cautiously pushed on the door, bracing for another pie in the face or something worse. However, strangely, the door wouldn't budge. "What the..?" I shoved a bit harder with my shoulder, careful to muffle it with the blanket still wrapped around me. It was answered with a drowsy grunt and I took a sharp intake of breath, sticking my head out slowly. A dark shape moved near the door and I quickly figured out that the other half of the family was passed out in the hallway. It was like a minefield of teenage bodies!

Instinctively, I dove to the ground and slapped my hand over the shifting figure's body, yanking him off the floor and dragging him into the nearest bathroom. Keeping my hand securely over the mouth of the now struggling boy, I flipped on the light switch and whipped around to face my prisoner. My blue eyes met drowsy, green ones and I gasped lightly. "Oli?" He stopped flailing and shuffled shyly as I pulled my hand off his mouth hesitantly. "You know if you make any noise I'll kick you where the sun don't shine, right?" The Morrison boy nodded his head and averted his gaze when I locked the door. I eyed him suspiciously. "What's wrong? Are you scared? Of me?" Part of me was amused that a boy with the capability to easily over power me was frightened while another part twisted with a twinge of regret. I hadn't planned on making enemies when I moved in and I felt a slight sadness that Oliver and I hadn't even had the chance to interact properly before being teamed up against one another.