What They Don't Know

Chapter Three

"Holy cream cheese on a bagel!" I yell, waking up with sweat dripping down my forehead. I look around, the room completely dark. I grab my phone and see it's only 4:27 am. Turning the light on I look at my door, which was closed. "It was all dream?"

"Shut the fuck up, dude. I'm trying to get some sleep!" I hear Luca's voice yell, sounding really close. Looking over to the side of my bed, the idiot was laying on the floor in just his briefs.

"What are you doing in here?!" I ask quickly, scared it actually happened.

"I tried to wake you up to see if you knew where my pants were but you wouldn't wake up so I just chilled on the floor." He tries to explain, his words still slurring a bit. I laugh when I remember he lost his pants but then think back to the dream. Why the hell did I dream that up? Why Luca? Why not a hot girl? "Where are my pants?"

"I can honestly say that I have no idea." I tell him whole heartedly. He slits his brown eyes and glares, pointing at me.

"I bet you let me walk here pants-less, you asshole." He accuses me. I was about to say he was crazy and yell at him for thinking I'd do something like that, but then I remember I did let him do that.

"It's not my fault. I actually did look for them. but they were gone." I try to justify, cracking up at the end. "How was I supposed to know you'd go pants-less?"

"I'm wearing freaking Pokemon boxers! how did you not assume I wouldn't want to be seen in these?!" He yells, pointing to the Pokèball covering his crotch. I laugh even more and grab my stomach. I was laughing so much, it hurt.

"You put t-t-them on!" I try to get out. "I-it's your fault."

"Shut the fuck up. I hate you. our bromance is over!" He proclaims, pointing into the air. I nod my head, giving him my most disapproving look.

"Whatever you say, Misty." I huff, turning over and closing my eyes.

"I'm not Misty. I'm more manly. Like Brock, but more handsome and Italian." He pouts, turning off the light. "You're a jigglypuff, pink boy."

"Shut up, your comebacks are dumb." I mumble, calling back to sleep.

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"Stella! Ashton! Get your butts down here before I kill you both!" I hear mom yell. Listening to her stomping up the stairs, I hear a door slam open. "Get up!"

"Okay, okay!" Stella yells. next thin I know, my door is being busted open by my 5'2" pregnant mother. I look at her, as she resembles pictures of the devil.

"Of course!" She yells, pointing to a passed out, nearly naked Luca on my bedroom floor. "Both of you idiots get the hell up! Everyone downstairs, NOW!"

"Okay." I reply calmly, half asleep. I get out of bed, kicking Luca awake on my way out of my room. "Downstairs." I say, walking out of the room to follow my mom. Stella and Danny were already downstairs. Caiden was running around the house, screaming the theme song to Dora. Luca was behind me, going slow as ever.

"What's the problem honey?" Danny asks her, yawning. "Its 9 am on a Saturday and the children are up."

"SOMEONE did something last night. Something that they will be killed for." She declares, eyeing all of us.

"Care to elaborate?" Stella rolls her eyes, raising her eyebrow at mom.

"Someone ate my F-ING Pringles!!!" She screams, stomping her foot. Stella and I break out in laughter as Danny shakes his head. but Luca stood stiff, his eyes like a deer in headlights.