Oh, this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life
Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life
In the Morning
Michela got up around 7 and Nicholas smirked.
"Morning sunshine!"
Michela glared at him.
"Mornings are never good,"
Nicholas smirked.
"Well someone is in a chipper mood,"
Michela stuck out her tongue at Nicholas.
"Shut up, my stomach feels sore...it's like I did planks all day yesterday!"
Nicholas chuckled.
"Probably a side-effect of oh I don't know...maybe getting stabbed,"
Michela rolled her eyes.
"Damn...someone is extra sarcastic today, did something good happen?"
Nicholas chuckled.
"Nope, same old same old...anyway get changed, I think Justin is lending you one of his west side shirts,"
Michela looked at him in shock.
"Really??"
Nicholas laughed at the shock that Michela showed him.
"Yeah, believe it or not, he can be nice too,"
Michela laughed.
"Okay okay...is he awake yet?"
Nicholas shrugged.
"I hope so, you both need to leave after eating,"
Michela nodded.
"Okay, I'll gently knock on his door,"
Nicholas laughed, knowing fully how 'gently' her knocks are. Michela walked up to just outside the bedroom. She brought her fist to the door and banged hard on it.
"Justin Belasco! You better be awake!"
She heard a groan from the other side of the door. Michela smirked.
"I am coming in five seconds!"
She heard shuffling around. After five seconds, Michela smirked.
"COMING IN!"
"Ouch!"
Michela opened the door and found Justin sprawled on the floor flat on his stomach. Michela laughed.
"What happened to you?"
Justin looked up at her.
"I was trying to get to my dresser but my shoe tripped me,"
YOU ARE READING
The Brothers
RomanceThis story is about a girl. A girl who fights for what she believes in and is very stubborn. She is kind and reads people very well. She became best friends with two out of three brothers and a friend of said brothers. Their names were: Nicholas, Je...
