snowed in | grayson dolan

17

jordyn's pov

still obsessing about alyssa's bombshell that she dropped on me, i dug into my guacamole that josh had made, and stayed silent, deep in my thoughts.

"jordyn? jordyn!"

a loud voice breaks me from my thoughts, and i look over, for it only to belong to my younger brother, matthew.

"what do you want matt?" i groan, and he jumps up to me.

"aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" he cheekily asks. he might've been seven years old, but he was a sassy one.

"no" i say, as i take another bite of the guacamole. fuming, her storms off up into his room.

"you're such a mean big sister" grayson jokes, and i smack the back of his head.

"be quiet, other wise i'll send you stomping up the stairs too" i comment back, and grayson tickles my neck.

"stoooop" i giggle, and in the corner of my eyes, i see josh and peter give themselves a 'look'.

"um, we think we might leave now" josh speaks up, and i nod.

"well, okay then. have a good rest of your weekend!" i shout after them, as they walk out of my driveway.

waving goodbye, i walk back into the front room, into to find grayson, armed with a pillow.

"don't you dare-" i begin to say, but i'm cut off by the impact of a pillow against my face.

"oh you are so dead!" i say, in a murderous tone, and grayson grins.

"catch me if you can" he shouts in a sing-song voice, before rushing past me and up the stairs.

"grayson!" i shout through the house, and a short, but loud giggle can be heard from my room. i walk in, and both grayson and matthew jump out, and of course, they scare me.

"holy fu-fridge" i say, quickly correcting myself, and grayson snickers.

"gotcha!" matthew squeals, and i laugh.

"well i'm gonna get you back too, just you wait"