3 Weeks of Bieber

Chapter 9

 Running around like crazy, Noah was marking down the hours until Cousin Jane is going to arive from Ontario... and to be honest, Justin isn't even awake yet. That lazy butt!

 "Run, run run!" I stutter out, getting everything in place as Laura stumbles to her feet from the high counter, hiding all the evidence of sugar her little fingers can find. It is 6, dark, and dang. Us Roberts do more before 6 A.M than all the people in the whole block.

No, I am serious. If you look, you see we are the only house with our lights on. Anyway, as Justin stumbles down the stairs with a yawn he looks at us like we are playing a ping-pong match, switching his head left to right as we wither away getting things into shape, with a hand on his hip he shouts:

"STOP!" We all hualt to a stop, and I crash into Laura, Noah crashes into the table with a new calander and napkins for the dining room table in his hands, trying his best not to fall.

"What the heck is happening. It looks like you all are packrats!?!" he says, annoyed and blowing off some steam for this early in the morning.

"Well.." I step forward, and I put down the windows cleaner in my hands, Laura heaves out a sigh next to me signaling.. "I'm done."

Justin stares us both down with a questioning stare, unable to keep his eyes open, he blinks and blinks to adjust to the light. With a further a do, I clear my throat.

"CousinJaneiscominghereinacouplehoursandsheisabigwitch." I said in one sentence, smiling as wide as I can as Justin tried to catch up, nodding his head in every which way. He turns to Laura.

"Did you get any of that?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Laura nodded.

"Cousin Jane is coming in a couple of hours and she is a big witch." Laura nodded, putting her head down and playing with her hands. Justin groans, leaning against the wall as he suddenly backs away from it, shivering.

"Dang this house is cold.. Wait, how is your cousin a witch?" he was tempted to ask. Noah pipes up, putting the calender back on tne nail behind me.

"Because, she treats us like we are six and feeds us gluten!" he shouts, scaring me for a second. Placing my hand on my hip we all turn to Justin, and he puts up his finger, indicating 1 second. As he leaves I turn over to Laura, giving her an eyebrow.

"Put the bottle down, Laura!" I mutter, as she does another spits and then puts it gently down on the table, giving me a reassuring smile. As I fail to return one back in my worry, Justin comes down with a white-board in his hands, jugging two black markers and an eraser on top.

"Need some help, bud?" I ask, helping him put it back down on the table, he heaves and turns to us, knowing he forgot something with his facial expression. He ran over to the stand where we keep Laura's music for her flute.

Placing it next to us and putting the board on top and sleeply rubbed his eyes. Giving us all different looks, which made Laura giggle. 

"Okay." he opened one of the black expo markers and wrote 'Aunt Jane' in big letters. He then closed the marker and gived it to me, moving out of the way and keeping his hands in the back. I looked at the marker suspiciously. 

"Okay. So now.. we need to make a plan so then you guys won't be in a very foul mood in the next few hours." I simply stated, raising an eyebrow and heaving a shrug, placing the marker down on the table.

"Aye! I had to go all the way upstairs to get that. I am exhausted and tired as it seems! Why can't we just tell Aunt Jane that you guys have me instead?" he asks in frusturated and I could see him get more sleepy by the second by the way he is yawning.

"I hate brocolli." Laura simply states, grabbing the bottle of window cleaner from the table. I stopped her midway.

"Put the bottle down!" I shouted, making her almost loose her balance, halfway tumbling over. Justin puts his head in his hands, yawning, completely out of it.

"I was going to put it away anyway.." Laura responded back in a duh tone of voice, making Noah roll his eyes.

"Justin. I think you need some sleep. Sorry we had to wake you up.." I trail off, patting Justin on the back. He was no help, even with a dry erase marker in his hand at 6:30 in the morning.

"Yah." he yawned, going into the family room and lying down on the couch. He cuddled up to a pillow as I pushed my hands off my forehead in disbelief.

We're screwed.