Oh Brother

Morning Arguements

Friday Morning
Baileys POV
So basically, I woke up past the time I usually do, but not late enough to make the boys late for there practice. Of course Ethan took it upon himself to blame me for his own problems as I didn't wake up quite on time. So here we are:

"Dude, hurry up. If we're late you are dead I swear." Grayson sneers as he walks up behind me.

I flinch as he raises his hand up and slaps the back of my head. I was nearly ready, I had gotten dressed and had a quick breakfast. I stood awkwardly in the hallway, not wanting to get in anyone's way.

"Ah! what the fuck." Ethan yells from downstairs.
From my view I can see Ethan pacing around the house searching through cupboards.
"Grayson! Have you seen my training bag." He yells again.

"Shut up Ethan." I groan. Leaning back against the wall behind me and resting my head against it.

"This is literally your fault because your slowing me down." His voice echoes from down the stairs. Slowing him down?

"I'm not!"

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs fast, Ethan's head bobs along with each step until I can see his full body. "If you didn't wake up so late we could have been gone." He says, annoyed. He walks past me down the hall.

"I wasn't supposed to wake you up! You never asked me to wake you up, I never wake you up anyway!" I fight back, following him down.

"If you got up in time-" I cut him off and add onto my argument as I say
"Grayson was up before me! Why is this my fault?"
There's a gap in between our fighting, only for a second.

"Everything is your fault. Always." He says simply.

I roll my eyes to the back of my head. Ethan opens the cupboard closest to his room, and there sits his duffel bag.

"To you it is, but coming from anyone else's perspective, it's not my fault." I add on, my bloods boiling.

"Whatever Bailey." He scoffs, now squatting over his bag searching through it and retrieving his shirt and hoodie. He slides the bag out of the cupboard and places it near his door. Sliding on the shirt

"You are such... an asshole." I yell in anger.

"Guys honestly just shut up." Grayson frowns, annoyed. He was getting ready right near where we were.

Ethan leaves the bag outside the door and goes to walk into his room, me still following behind.

"Bailey I will smack you into another world stop getting in my way." He says waving his hand back towards me and signalling to go away with a shove.

Why should I have to?

"Stop being so aggressive all the time." I protest back.

"You're so fucking annoying." He mutters.

I stand out side of there room following Ethan's previous demands.

"Why am I annoying?" I ask.

"You just are, all the time. Especially right now." Grayson answers walking out past me and bumping his shoulder into me.

"Why Ethan? Why am I annoying? Because i'm standing up for myself for once?"
He looks at me and tilts his head to the side with a frown.
"Don't be dumb." He scoffs

"I'm not annoying! I just can't do anything without pissing you off." I say, my arms now flailing about beside me. He was making me furious and I could see I was having the same affect on him.

"On top of this morning, I have to drive to the shops after school to buy a phone for you, come home, get ready then go back to school to get ready for the game."