"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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Zac
"DOYOU think it'd hurt if we hit him?" a voice whispered on my left.
What on earth was going on? I decided to pretend like I was asleep a little longer to hear what they were talking about.
"You bumbling idiot," another voice piped up on my right, "that's like asking someone if they're dead after shooting them."
"He might as well be," the other one said, "the guy could sleep through a serenading apocalypse."
"Michael, I don't think you should -" the other one warned, and a second later, I felt a hard, stinging SLAP! across my cheek.
I sat up in my bed, caressing my wounded cheek, as I stared at Michael incredulously, actually wondering if he had a brain in there.
"Oh look," he laughed nervously, "you're awake!"
"You idiot! Why'd you slap me?" I yelled, leaping forward at him.
"There was a bug on your cheek! I swear!" he ran to the other side of the room, jumping inside my closet.
"A bug? You're terrified of flies, for goodness sake!" I yelled after him, shaking my head at the half-brained imbecile.
I turned my head at Cole, who sat back in the couch and laughed to himself, shaking his head. "Its madness, I tell you," he replied. "The man's a child."
I chuckled at the situation, and sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a yawn as I quirked an eyebrow at Cole. "So, wanna explain why I have two blaring blockheads in my room at," I flipped my phone over and tossed it aside, "8 in the morning?"
He shrugged his shoulders and nodded over to the closet. "Why don't you ask twinkle toes over there?"
"Fair enough," I replied, walking over to my closet. I opened the closet doors and found Michael on the ground, stilled in a crouching position. He raised his head and let out a sigh of relief, until he saw me. He shrieked and went into crouching position, again, and I didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity.
I gave him a wedgie.
He flew past me and dove under my covers, and I couldn't help but laugh at how childish he really was.
"I can hear you laughing, Cole!" he muffled from down under.
"I'm afraid it's not me laughing, mate," Cole snickered from beside me. "It's quite entertaining, though, if you ask me."