Endlessly - a sheo story

Chapter 35

Shai PoV

"Wake up bitches!" a voice shouts, "there's pizza!"

I sit straight up and Theo groans, Tanner's standing in the door between the hallway and the living room with a huge grin spread on his face.

"Fucking shit, Tanner," I say, startled. "What are you doing?"

"We bought pizza," he says in awe. "And since you were sleeping, I decided to tell you" he shrugs.

I shake my head at him and crawl over Theo's body, just as I'm laying on his stomach, he turns himself around making me fall to the floor with a dull thud.

"Ouch," I say and rub my head.

Tanner laughs and my mom enters the house with five boxes of pizza in her arms.

Theo looks down at me, "sorry," he's struggling to hold in a laugh.

"Honey, what are you doing on the floor?" my mom asks and sets down the pizza's on the kitchen island.

I sit up and push Theo away, playfully, when he tries to help me up, "I think you should ask Theo."

My mom doesn't answer, she just takes off her coat and starts to set the table together with Tanner.

I get up from the floor and Theo grins, "I'm so sorry," he gives me a peck on the lips and I run a hand through his hair before I walk to the kitchen, Theo walks upstairs to get a shirt on.

"Is it already dinner time?" I ask my mom and look at the watch on the wall, it's already 6pm.

"Yes?" my mom says.

"Wow, we slept for more than five hours," I say, mostly to myself.

"What have you been doing all day?" my mom asks and fill water in a carafe.

"Nothing, really," I say. "Just watched movies and relaxed."

My mom looks at me with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

I roll my eyes, "no, mom, we did not..."

"Oh my god this is perfect," Tanner says from the kitchen table, he's looking at something in his hands.

Curios as I am, I walk to him and look over his shoulder, "what?"

He shows me the case of a Playstation game, "mom bought this for me earlier when we went to the mall," he talks something about war and mention a title I've never heard before.

He's a bit of a gamer, Tanner.

I rush his messy, blonde hair with a hand. He's a handsome guy, my brother, his blue long-sleeved shirt is sitting tight on his chest and arms, matching perfectly with his black jeans. His natural hair color is blonde while mine is brown, it's a little strange since we got the same parents. His hair is as thick as mine, and is always sat messy on the top of his head.