Recap:
"Boys, eat your dinner and then back to your rooms. Understand?" I asked the both of them.
"Yes sir." Brent answers.
Max stays silent.
"Max."
"Yes sir." He says, obviously with attitude.
I let it slide, figuring he'll pay the price later.
They might be my sons...and I may love them...but they are difficult
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CHAPTER 18 | I GOT YOUR BACK, AND YOU GOT MINE: PT 1
Brent's POV
When Peter said I better get use to these four walls, he wasn't kidding. I wake up...my bedroom walls are my sight. I freshen up...my bedroom walls are my sight. I relax...my bedroom walls are my sight. I can't get a break. And for what?
"Yo bro! I was wondering..." he gathers his sweater in front of him "...does this sweater look good on me?"
It has become a routine. Everyday, he barges into my room either asking for something or wanting my advice.
I gave him a dumbfounded look, "it does, but why are you asking?"
"I'm going on a date." He revealed a smirk, including a wink.
He headed out of my room, gathering all the answers he wanted to hear.
"You can't." I blurted out.
He stop dead in his tracks, focusing his attention on me.
"Why can't I?" He simply asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
For some reason, he's very imitating right now.
"We're grounded meat head. Did you forget or something? It just happened yesterday." I reminded him, just a tad bit frustrated.
He rolls his eyes, "I know that, thank you Brent. I'm obviously sneaking out."
"Are you stupid or just dumb?"
"Brent relax. I won't get caught." He reassures.
I stare at him with a displeased facial expression...he's got to be kidding me!
"Every time you say that, you always end up getting caught. And you drag me down with you!"
I'm just stating facts...
He takes a step towards me, "Im only gonna say this once; I'm going on my date, I'm gonna have fun, and you're going to cover for me."
"No." I bravely stare.
Within a blink of an eye, Max has me pinned on my bed.
"Get off me Max." I command at him, struggling under his grip.
"Now, you gonna cover for me?" He asks.
"No! I'm not getting in trouble for your childish behaviour." I spit in his face.
He tightens his grip.
"Max!" I yelp at the sudden pain being carried on in my wrist.
"What makes you think I'm gonna get caught?"
"You get caught every time!"
"Just say you're gonna cover." I can tell he's annoyed with this whole situation.
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