Not your average girl

Not your Average Girl (ch 8)

        Looking around I was confused to where I was, nothing looked familiar. When I sat up, events from the previous day came rushing back to me. That was one crazy day and I just know that today will be just as crazy. I tried to get up and out of the bed, but I moved my ankle and it hurt like a mother. I had no choice, but to yelp in the process and of course waking up Tyler right next to me. Waking up in alarm as if almost ready to kill anyone in his way. I guessed I yelped a little too loud for him to have a look on his face ready to kill.

        "What's wrong?" He growled looking around the room for the threat. The only threat was my ankle cause I want to kill it because I can't walk on it. Stupid ankle for twisting on me. When Ty noticed there was no threat in the room, his looked softened when he turned to face me again.. "Are you okay?"

        "Yeah, I just twisted my ankle when I tried to get out of bed. Sorry for waking you up Ty."

        Sighing and rubbing he faced he replied back, but it came out as mumph muh muph. His hand was over his mouth so I couldn't understand what he said to me.

        "What was that? You had your hand over your mouth so I couldn't understand what you said."

        "I said, 'it is fine,'" he replied back to me looking at his clock on his dresser beside him. "It is about the time to get up anyway, it's 10:30 in the morning, and get some breakfast in that small little stomach of yours."

        I know he said that joking around when he said that. I just because he is a guy doesn't mean everyone has a big stomach as he does. I mean he can eat everything in the fridge at home if he wanted to, but I put a lock on it just so we have some food in there the next day. "Just because you have a giant stomach, doesn't mean I have a small one. Now help me get my wrap on my ankle so we both can get food in our stomachs."

        "what is the magic word Belle?" He said giving me an all knowing look which he gives me whenever I forgot the magic word.

        "Please?" I asked with my puppy dog look I always give him while dragging out the e for a little bit. It works every time. However, this time I didn't really need to do it cause I am his injured sister, so that alone would make him do it. It was smart to use it just in case he said no though.

        "Fine," he said dragging out the e while sighing. He just wants to make fun of me, I'm sure of it. I mean that's what big brothers are for, I wouldn't expect anything less from Ty. "You are lucky that you are injured or else I probably wouldn't be so nice to you."

        "Sure you wouldn't. I think I will keep that in mind then."

        "Knowing you Maybelle, you  will most likely forget this conversation tomorrow."

        "Hey!" I said and then I thought about what he said. "Yeah, you are probably right."

        Shaking his head he finished wrapping my ankle up. "Okay queen of klutz, your ankle is all wrapped up. Now lets go fill both of our stomachs until we are in food heaven from eating so much."

        "Okay I am ready for that. Will you carry me down the stairs so I don't have to crutch down every step?"

        "Fine, hop on your royal Klutziness."

        We both laughed at his joke and hoped on his back. "You know since I am the queen of Klutziness, you must be my noble stead."

        "No way am I ever your noble stead. I would be a prince if you are a queen. Besides princes always get the girl."