The unexpected prince charming

Chapter 3 : It's Time

 It's time to begin, isn't it?

I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit

I'm just the same as I was

Now don't you understand

That I'm never changing who I am

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 3

It's Time

My morning is bad.

Actually, no. It isn't. Let's analyze it.

Being woken up from your sleep is bad. Waking to see yourself drenched in water from head to toe is worse. Being woken up to see your brother literally rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach, howling with laughter amidst all of the above mentioned is the worst.

Well, considering all of that, my morning is the worst.

Having recovered from my initial stage of shock, I found my brother on the floor who still hadn't recovered from his laughing fit.

Acting upon the first thought that came to my mind, I punched his shoulder.

Hard.

Very hard.

That quickly sobered him up as he now rolled on floor, clutching his shoulder, howling in pain. Ha! Funny how things turn around so fact.

"Oh, come on. I did not hit you that hard. Quit being a baby." I said, looking down at him.

He took his time standing up, still pouting and rubbing his shoulder.

"Now, might I ask, why in the holy name of cheesecakes did you wake me up like this," I pointed towards myself, "at," I looked towards my clock and my eyes widened, but I kept my cool, "four thirty in the morning?" I asked, my hands on my hips as I waited for him to answer.

"I was hungry." He mumbled out, looking at the floor and scratching his neck.

"That explains the time but not the method." I said giving him a sharp look.

"That was for my amusement. The look on your face when you woke up was priceless. I should do this more often, you know. Waking you up like...." He trailed off which was good considering every word that he was saying made my desire to tear his throat out hike a little bit more.

After having glared at him for enough time, I finally said, "You're a big boy. Go make your own food."

"You want me to burn the house down?" He asked, throwing his hands up in the air.

He certainly did have a point there. The last time he tried baking cookies under my supervision, he almost did burn the kitchen down.

After a few minutes of analyzing the pros and cons of letting him burn the house down, letting him starve and making breakfast, I finally decided upon making him some breakfast.

"Fine. I'll make you some breakfast." I said, pulling my hair into a bun, which was no trouble at all. That's the thing I like about myself, my hair. It always just managed itself. No matter how I slept, I'd never have the typical 'bed-hair'. It was always straight and tangle-free.

"Yay!" My brother cheered, as he picked me up and ran out of my room towards the stairs.

"Put me down, Matt." I said, clinging to him, in case he accidentally or intentionally dropped me.

"Are you crazy? You're feeding the poor, starved, little ol' me. Carrying you down is the absolute least I could do." He said, grinning as he carried me down the stairs.