Brooke's P.O.V.
"What the hell are you doing?"
You want to know how I know that the home I live in isn't normal? Here's to the following that proves my point.
1) I live in the house with 4 girls, all of us with different personalities.
2) My friends and I are part of a YouTube channel (Yeah, I know I should have mentioned it but, eh, too late now)
3) Two of my friends brothers are wrestling on the ground while the other one is stealing food from our fridge.
Yep, living the dream.
Josie and Kate's brothers, Luke and Calum, are on the ground, wrestling for what I'm assuming is the remote, Kayleigh's brother, Michael is stealing from the fridge, probably taking the left over pizza, and Ashton, Hannah's brother... God only knows what the hell he's doing. Probably begging Kate to go with him to Build-A-Bear, or something. You never know with him. Calum and Luke looked up at me with sheepish smiles on their faces.
"Well..." Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck with slight embarrassment, then he pointed at Calum, "He started it." Calum gave him a 'what the fuck' look before whacking him in the back of his head.
What did I tell you? Growing up, it was like living with crazy people. Now, it's like living in a place where your brothers, whom act like the age of five part of the time. Only now, they have bigger toys that cost more (example, the car I'm sure Michael takes on joy rides like it's Grand Theft Auto without as much traffic. Yep, that sort of deal.)
Mikey walked out and saw me, with my eyebrow raised towards him, and gave a sheepish wave, swallowing the pizza he's chewing. He has the last three slices of pizza from the pizza last night and I doubt he reheated it. At this point, I'm not surprised, he steals a lot of our food, doesn't matter what the hell it is. He just... does.
He held his plate out to me, as if to ask if I wanted any and I held my hand up, "I'm good, Mikey. I just had breakfast." He shrugged and went back to eating, causing me to roll my eyes at the colored haired boy. Such a weirdo sometimes.
The phone rang while the chaos was still erupting in the living room. I grabbed my cell phone and walked outside, wearing my jeans and tank top, the cool air nipped against my bare arms as I answered the phone. I held it up to my ear to hear a familiar, charming voice come through the speakers.
"Hey Brooke!"
The corners of my mouth tugged upwards as I stared at the ground, "Hey Harry, I didn't expect you to call."
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," I swear, I'm mentally aweing at the guy through the phone.
"Well, I'm doing fine. What about you?"
"Good, could be better, so what's going on there?"
I heard glass breaking from behind the door and yelling, mental age: 5. "Oh, my friend's brothers are destroying the house, nothing unusual." He broke into a laugh and I couldn't help but to have the smile grow bigger on my face.
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart-attack." I heard the door open behind me and when I turned around, I saw Luke standing there with a look of worry crossed on his face, "May I help you, Luke?"
His face flushed, "We, kind of, broke a glass or two... or 5..." And with that he ran back into the house where I glared at the spot he was once standing at.
"I'm going to kill them..."
I heard Harry laugh into the phone, making all of the muscles in my body that were once tense, relaxed under the sound of his laughter, "Don't kill them, you'd never leave prison!"
