ROC

5

Junior POV

I tossed and turned on my bed with me whole body still sore. My mama beat the living shit out of me. Them damn twins just can't keep their mouths shut.

I turned and looked at my phone which was in the charger the entire night.

"Shit!" I said as I looked at my phone. I hate that moment you plug your phone in the charger for the entire night only to find that it wasn't plugged in the first place. I hate when that shit happen.

I took my phone then decided to text the one I'm dating. My parents don't know that I'm currently dating someone because they said I can start dating when I turn seventeen. I've been dating this person since last year and I'm sure I can keep this person a secret until I turn seventeen.

I went downstairs to prepare my siblings breakfast. I decided on chicken nuggets and some waffles. I waited until the waffles and chicken nuggets were done so that I can turn off the waffle maker and the oven. I just can't have the kitchen burning down.

I went upstairs and started banging on Brooklyn's door. "Wake up sleepy head! Food's ready!" I yelled as I continued banging on her door. Her door swung open and I couldn't help but to burst out laughing when I saw Brooklyn with her headgear on.

"Couldn't you be any more louder?" she spat.

"Mmhm," I said placing my finger on my chin like I was thinking. "Let's see...Justin! Josline! Food's ready!" I shouted on top of my lungs. "Would you look at that. I can get louder," I said innocently.

"Food?" Justin said as he opened their bedroom door. "Come on Jos. Let's go eat," he said excitedly and he ran down the stairs holding Josline's hand and made their way to the kitchen.

"I'm telling mom that you were shouting in her house," Brooklyn said as he pushed passed me.

"Yeah right. I'll like to see you doing that Miss Headgear," I said trailing behind her.

We sat on the kitchen island and I made everyone their plate.

"Can I please have some more syrup," Josline said innocently and I spread more syrup on her waffles.

"There you go," I said.

"Not to burst your bubble or anything but don't you think that's way too much sugar for hyperactive five year olds?" Brooklyn said.

"Look Brook. Shut up. Just enjoy this freedom. You're gonna miss it once mom and dad come back from Paris," I said biting into my chicken nugget.

This girl should just relax. I got this.

Shawn POV

"Well, that's two hours of my life I'm never getting back," Beyonce said as we drove around in a limo around Paris. She then laid her head on my shoulder.

I looked down at her. "Why don't we go out clubbing?" I said and she looked at me like I was crazy. "Let's blow off some steam babe. We deserve it."

"I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm a mother of four. I've got children to look after. Your first born didn't stop drinking breast milk up until he was five," she said.

I sucked my teeth and told the chauffeur to go to this fancy club that one of my friends owned. I got out and forced Bey to get inside so that we can have a good time.

We were directed to the VIP section where I immediately poured us a glass of champagne. One glass led to two, next thing we finished the entire bottle plus half a bottle of Ciroc and Hennessey.

"Let's go dance Jay," Bey said as she lurched drunkly to the dance floor.

We danced the night away then we headed to the limo where Bey made herself comfortable on my lap.

"Driver roll up the partition please," that was the last thing I remember Bey say.