Don't Fail Me [Boy X Boy]

♡Thirty-Five♡

My eyes flung open as light cascaded across the room. I groaned sitting up. I looked over at Ian as he lead on his back his head to the side arms spread out and one leg hanging off the side of the bed as he was diagonal across his bed. I rolled my eyes as I smirked. I pulled back the covers and sat up my legs hanging off the bed my feet connecting with the cold floor. I stood stretching my arms up towards th ceiling. I grabbed some sweat pants from my dresser and slipping them on before going downstairs. Mrs. Shannon stood in front of the stove as enticing smells and the sound of sizzling and popping filled the room.
"Morning Mrs.Shannon." I smiled
"Oh hello sweetie! Can you go wake up Ian breakfast will be done soon!" Mrs. Shannon said not looking away from the food she was cooking.
"Y-Yeah. I can." I turned and headed back up the stairs and into our room. I stood next to Ian's bed and smirked. I grabbed his foot and pulled him out of bed with a loud bang as he hit the floor.
"Oh fuck." Ian groaned rolling onto his stomach.
"Shannon says get your lazy fat ass down stairs." I smirked crossing my arms.
"Yeah yeah." He said crawling back into bed.
"I mean it." I warned
"Sure." Ian sighed pulling the covers over his head. I went back downstairs quickly.
"Mrs.Shannon he won't get up." I tattled
"I'll see about that!" Mrs. Shannon smirked turning off the stove and went up stairs. I followed amused. She went into me and Ian's room. She held her hands on her hip as she looked down at the lump of blankets thinking. I waited on the other side of the bed as she left but quickly returned with a cup of what is probably cold water. She ripped back the covers and dumped it right on Ian's head. Ian almost screamed as Mrs. Shannon smirked and I died laughing.
"I'm gonna kill y--" he threatened me as his mother interrupted.
"Now wash the sheets so they don't get all moldy." She said before turning and going downstairs.
"Yeah wash your sheets! They probably need it anyway." I smirked
"What's that supposed to mean!" Ian defended getting out of bed.
"It means your dirty." I laughed
"Whatever immigrant." Ian rolled his eyes.
"no, tú no tienes gay tenia!" (No you didn't you gay tapeworm!)
I inhaled faking being shocked.
"This is why you're an immigrant! Who speaks Spanish in America!" Ian exclaimed
"Now that's just bold." I shook my head
"Go away I gotta do laundry now." Ian said
"Fine pocket pussy!" I said leaving the room.
"What!" Ian yelled
"Can't hear you I'm not in the room!" I yelled back
"Jesus..." Ian sighed