Deuces Are Wild

Alissa Perry POV

I laid there staring at the ceiling Joe was playing guitar past 12:00 again. I picked a pillow off my bed and threw at the wall that split me and Joe's room.

"Cut it out Joe it's...", I stopped and looked at the clock."3:15 in the morning.",I said loud enough for Joe to hear.

He stopped playing it and started to just strum the guitar. How could mom and dad sleep threw this. Probably because there room is on the other side of the house. He kept strumming. Was it illegal to kill your brother... The answer is yes. Its 1967 every thing is legal, but murder. I got out of bed and walked groggily to my brothers room. I didn't bother knocking, I opened the door. He just nodded and continued to play his guitar.

"Can you stop.",I growled groggily.

"Can you knock before you come in.",He said still playing the guitar.

He was playing the Yardbirds 'For Your Love'

"Yes. Can you stop playing the guitar now?",I wined.

"Nope, but now you know your capable of knocking, and you won't argue with me next time you don't knock.",He said smiling.

I want to say I will tell mom or dad, but that would just be childish for a 16 year old. But yet I still beg Joe not to tell things to mom and dad and he's 17 and he begs me not to tell mom and dad things. Even if I said I would tell mom and dad he would use something against me like any older brother would do. I don't get those shitty movies were the brother and sisters are complete angels and get along so well. I just walked out, leaving the door open. Joe hated when I leave his door open, even when I left his closet door open to get one of his old textbooks for science out of a chest in his closet. I shut my door and stumbled into bed. I buried myself in the covers you could only see my face, I felt like a human burrito...again. Again your probably wondering well when I was 5 I annoyed the crap out of Joe one day so he asked me if I wanted to play a game, of course I said yes I was 5. He told me to lay down on the carpet and close my eyes. He then rolled me up in the rug, and I was stuck for 3 hours until my mom came into my room to get me for dinner. Joe was pretty smart for a 6 year old tell you that. I laid there and stared at the ceiling until it was 5:45, when Joe decided to go to bed. I finally fell asleep.

---4 hour and 15 minutes later---

My alarm went off it was 10:00 clock. I woke up earlier than Joe to do my chores so I could point and laugh when he takes out the trash and the bag breaks. The bag breaks everyday and he still hasn't figure out why...I cut the bottom of the trash bag a little every morning. I walked to the trash can and grabbed the scissors. I took the bag out of the trash can and cut a small hole about an inch and put the bag back in the trash can. I walked to the dish washer . I unload the dish and put them in cabinets and drawers. I then put the dirty dishes in the dish washer. I shut the dishwasher and started it. I went to my room and straightened it a little. I put my dirty clothes in a pile in my closet. I stacked my records. I made my bed, then walked to my door. I stood at door and looked around my room. It was spotless, I never really do make a mess, it's Joe who has to climb mountains of dirty and clean clothes. I walked out of my room and I walked into Joe's room he was a sleep, I looked up at his clock it was 10:25. He didn't wake up till 1:00 or 2:00 he is suppose to wake up at 10:00 am like me, but doesn't. I stepped over piles of dirty clothes. I grabbed a pillow off his bed and smacked him with it and I smack him with it again. He bounced forward.

"What the Hell!",He yelled

"Better than ice water!"I yelled back.

"What was that for?!",He asked snatching the pillow from my hands.

"Next time don't play guitar, because when I wake up is when you'll wake up next.",I said

I waked away I was at the door when he threw a pillow at me but I dodged it.

"Missed me.",I muttered