Broken

Chapter 11:what

I shift a little to feel something sturdy and broad against my back so I turn my head a little to see Yogi spooning me. I furrow my eyebrows before rolling onto my other side to where I'm facing Yogi before he rolls onto his back and put one hand behind his head. I place my hand on his chest and slide my leg over his waist as he wraps his arm around me. Like Laura-Jean's lock screen in To all the boys I loved before, the picture of her and Peter Kavinsky when they fell asleep.

Wait...when did this happen? The last thing I remember is Yogi playing with my hair.

I hear a camera go off, my eyes flying open to see Henry standing over us with my camera in his hand.

"Henry! What is wrong with you?!" I whisper yell as I snatch my phone away and kick Henry where the sun don't shine, but not on purpose I meant to kick his leg. I put my phone on the top of the couch and lay my head back down on Yogi's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"What's happenin'." Yogi asks groggily as he looks around, his eyes landing on me.

"That doofus over there woke me up." I groan as I sit on my knees, running my fingers through my hair and looking around the room with sleepy eyes.

"Yeah and you kicked me in the balls for it." Henry groans as I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him.

"I wasn't meaning to kick you there, I was meaning to kick your leg but that was just better. You deserved it. Never wake me up unless it's going onto eleven." I frown at him as Henry stares at me like I've gone insane.

"It's twelve." Henry rolls his eyes as I grab my phone and scowl.

"Sh*t." I mumble as Yogi smiles.

"Look what you made her do you dummy, you made her swear." Henry rolls his eyes before I threw a pillow at him again and got up and started beating him with the pillow.

"You little piece of crap! I'm gonna murder you, you idiot!" I hit his face with the pillow as he curled up in a fetal position.

"Okay I get it! Brayden get this crazy woman away from me!" Henry's cries were muffled by the pillow in my hand before Yogi picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Put me down you nit wit!" I hit his back making him laugh before he set me down carefully.

"Calm down, munch. It's okay." Yogi chuckled before shaking his head before patting my leg and kicking Henry in the side, "get up loser." I sprawl out on the couch as I stare up at the ceiling.

"Is anybody else hot?" I ask making the boys look at me weirdly.

"What?" They say in unison as I sigh.

"Is anybody else hot? I'm hot." I pull my hair up into a ponytail as Yogi mumbles something, "what?" I ask as I look at Yogi who presses his lips together.

"Nothing." I roll my eyes as I look down, "what?" Yogi asks when he sees I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I forgot I didn't wear a bra. What happened last night? Why does it feel like I had alcohol to drink?" I rub my hands through my hair before fanning myself.

"Sugar crash?" Henry suggests as I shrug.

"I don't know, but I'm burning up." I unbutton the bottom buttons and tie the flaps together and nod before looking up to see the boys watching me, "what?"

"If you don't Brayden, I will." Yogi glares at Henry before pinching the bridge of his nose and grabbing my clothes and pushing me into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

"Hey let me out!" I hang on the door and try to move the door handle but it doesn't budge.

"Not until you change your clothes, now change." I sigh before taking the flannel off and the spandex and slip into my shirt that had the built in bra and overalls and tying my hair into a messy bun and putting on the bandanna.