The Boy Next Door

Birthday Girl

"Brooklynn, get your ass up, it's already 12:30 in the afternoon," I hear Justin say as he hit me with a pillow. I groan loudly before putting the pillow over my head.

"Ugh, why are you waking me up at such a time! It's literally Saturday," I muffle out, sitting up from my position to look at Justin, he was looking out the window.

"Because, I wanted to do something with you today, I mean, we haven't really done anything with each other in a while,"

"It sounds like it's raining out? what could we possibly do?" I ask, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes, before getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. "What could we possibly do when it's pouring down rain? We can't go anywhere that involves leaving the house because I am not looking forward to getting soaking wet," I respond, finishing up in the bathroom and walking back inside my room to take a seat on the bed.

"True, I can't be getting my hair ruined either. It takes forever to swoop this hair to the perfection that it is," Justin responds, shutting the curtains and walking over to my bed, taking a seat by me.

"Oh whatever Justin," I giggle, rubbing my hand through his hair before messing up his perfect quiff.

"You little bitch," Justin joked, turning around. He pushed me flat on my back and hovered over me. "It took 35 minutes to get this quiff perfect. Now you're going to have to pay," he chuckled, resting his hands on either side of my body.

"No! Don't tickle me. You know I hate that," I tried to say, but my mouth was overtaken by laughs. "Justin, don't you dar-" before I could finish my sentence, Justin began tickling me. "J-Justin I m-mean it. S-stop," I laughed out, trying my best not to pee my pants.

"I don't know, maybe I should keep this going for 35 minutes," he joked, never once moving from his position. I closed my eyes as he continued to tickle me and tried my hardest not to pee myself.

"Justin," I dragged on. "You're going to make me pee my pants. S-stop tickling me," I laugh.

"Hey boy, get off of my daughter, I'm not gonna be the one cleaning pissy sheets," Uncle Joey chuckled, surprising Justin and I. Justin quickly jumped from his position and sat next to me, while I sat straight up. I could feel my face rising in temperature. I was embarrassed.

"Sorry Uncle Joey, we were just playing around," I confess, trying not to make it seem like we were doing anything else.

"Brooke, I know that you and Justin are just messing around, you don't have to prove yourself to me. I believe you," Uncle Joey responded simply, before walking away from my room. Justin and I both looked at each other with huge grins spread across our faces.

"That was awkward," Justin dragged out with a heavy breath from the laughing we were previously doing. 

"Tell me about it," I began laughing again leaning over Justin to grab my phone off of the night stand stood beside my bed. After pulling it from the charger I unlocked it and called Claire.

Pulling the phone to my ear I heard a faint hello echo from the speaker.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, you just woke me up though." Claire said yawning.

"Sorry, I know the feeling. Justin woke me up super early too," I said looking at Justin with squinted eyes. "But do you want to hang out with us today?" I asked.

"Sorry babe, I'm sick. I can't even get out of bed, I barley can talk,"

"Oh okay, well some other time, I hope you get better soon. Call me as soon as you get over whatever you have, I wouldn't want you straining your voice or anything," I responded.