The Edwards

Number Brayden.

The Edwards

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   "Where are we going?"

   "Shut up, You're starting to sound like Dora."

"And you'll be my Boots! Will you join me with my adventure?"

  "No. You're annoying."

"Looks like I'll have to force you then."

  "Make.me."

I groaned, "Will you just let me have you for one day, Bro?"

   He pushed me lightly before groaning and covering his head with his blue pillow. Standing up and hovering over him, I tickled his neck with my hair.

"Go awayyyy." Brayden mumbled, irritation laced in his voice.

   I stuck my tongue out on him and began pouncing on his bed, jumping up and down just to aggravate him and steal his attention. I giggled like a little sister and shook him as rough as I can.

   "You don't want me to show mom that stash you have in your wardrobe don't you?" I said to him, looking at his frozen body with a smirk.

   "I'm up."

I grinned in satisfaction and got out of his bed, already dressed up in my casual clothes. He shuffled around his duvet and sat up and yawned, a string of saliva present in his mouth.

  I took out my phone discreetly and quickly snapped a picture of him looking like a drunk chicken. I giggled and shoved my phone back before he could notice- then he stared at me blankly.

   "What are you still doing Brayden? Move your fat ass and shake it like a chicken!"

  "Why are you my sister."

   I stuck my tongue out, "Because you're my brother."

He groaned, albeit he had that trace of small smile everytime we bicker, and I grinned because of that. I jumped back to the door to get my things and load them in the car while Brayden is getting ready.

  One trolly bag with two small bags to get packin' and ready for Australia.

   I slipped my sunglasses on when Brayden got out all dressed up and carrying huge bags. He still had that sour look on his face thought- poor him.

   "It's not even hot. Why are you wearingt hose?" He questioned, shooting me a weird look while stuffing his bags at the back of the car.

   "You know, It's because I'm too hot that I feel like protecting my eyes from my hotness. You should too."

He rolled his eyes and sat down beside me. Mom was driving and Dad was sitting at the passenger seat, they both looked at me and Brayden.