Chapter 17: Pinky Promise?

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“Dude.” I felt a smack on my arm. “Hey stupid, get up.” Another smack. “Tanya, seriously, get up.” I heard a sigh. “Me and Nathan are getting married.” My eyes shot open and I looked at Ashlee. She smirked. “I’m kidding. We’re not. That’s gross. Plus I think it‘s illegal to marry twelve year olds.” She let out a chuckle. “Good to see you’re up though.”

“I think you should get married..” I mumbled, closing my eyes.

“I also think you should get up.”

I rolled away from her, burying myself into my duvet more, hiding myself from the world. “Why?” I groaned, muffled by pillows and blankets.

“I feel like a loser being stuck down there with them. You can literally taste the testosterone.”

“That’s gross.”

“No kidding. So, c’mon.” Ashlee said, followed by the short clap of her hands. I shook my head. A big sigh came from her. “I’m going to burn Mr. Scribbles.” I sat up in bed, looking at Ashlee as she held my teddy bear from when I was a kid. He was stitched up in places from ripping, his coloring was faded, and he was missing an eye. If you remember, this is the teddy bear that made me and Tom meet each other, so it’s a very important member of this family. Ashlee gave me a smile, and darted out of my room. I jumped out of bed, and down the stairs.

I stopped in the living room, looking around for Ashlee. “Good to see you’re up.” Nathan chuckled, walking by me with a tea.

“Where’s Ashlee?!” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. I grabbed the collar of his shirt. “You have no idea where she went?!”

Nathan shook his head violently. “N- no. I don’t … I promise.”

“God, you’re no help Sykes!” I groaned, letting him go and running into the kitchen. Tom, Jay and Max were in the kitchen, making some breakfast I presumed.

“Oh, look who’s up-”

“Save it Thomas. Where’s Ashlee?” I snapped. He shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t have any idea where she went?”

“Nope.” He said simply.

“Why do you need Ashlee so bad?” Jay asked.

“She took Mr. Scribbles.” I whined.

“Uh oh.” Tom muttered under his breath.

“Mr. Scribbles?” Max gave out a small chuckle. I furrowed my brow at him, frowning.

“Who’s that?” Jay said.

“My teddy bear.” I said in a childish voice.

“You sleep with a teddy bear?” Max laughed, then looked at Jay. “Your bird still sleeps with a teddy bear Bird.”

“I don’t sleep with him you idiot. But I need him back.” I said resting my head on the counter.

“It’s just a bear.” Max said. I lifted my head, my eyes narrowing at him.

“Just a bear?” I echoed.

“Oh no.” Tom sighed.

“Just a bear?!” 

“Here we go.” Tom shook his head.

“He is not just a bear!”

“You did it now mate.” Tom said to Max.

“He is not a bear. He is a part of the family. You wanna know why Mister It’s Just A Bear?! He, Mr. Scribbles, is the reason me and Tom even became friends. Mr. Scribbles was my best friend. He used to have tea parties with me, and we’d dress up, and he would make sure I was safe when I had nightmares, or when there was a thunder storm.” I took a step closer to Max with each couple of words, backing him into the counter. I put a finger to his chest, poking him with each word. “He was my first friend ever, so don’t you dare talk about him for being ‘just a bear’ because  Maximillian, he is not just a bear!”

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