MY Yellow

Chap - 21

Olivia's POV

When I came back from my jog, I noticed everyone was still asleep, so I decided to make breakfast and a hangover soup for all of them. I put on some music and started cooking.

As I was stirring the pot, I heard a small wince behind me. Turning around, I saw Owen sitting on a stool, holding his hand.

"Why does my hand hurt so much?" he asked, clueless about the reason behind the pain.

"Let's just say you were searching for your childhood friend," I said. He looked even more confused.
God, can this man get any cuter?

Soon enough, everyone woke up—some puking, some groaning, some complaining about headaches. Old Lani even had a bruise from her fight yesterday.

"Goddddd. If I see that Jane b***h one more time, I swear I'mma kill her," she groaned.

Luke walked over and inspected her bruise. "Looks like you got hit pretty bad this time."

Old Lani snorted. "You should've seen the other one."
When will these two ever stop fighting?

"Oh really?!"
We all turned toward the front door to see Jane and Sam standing there.
Here we go again...

"And who the fuck are you calling a bitch, b**h?" Jane yelled as she walked forward.

Old Lani stood up immediately and marched toward her. I quickly asked Ocean and River to go upstairs and play with Dexter.

"I called you a b***h," Old Lani repeated, folding her arms.

Jane gasped dramatically—and punched Old Lani in the face. Again.
Of course.

And, of course, Old Lani kicked her right back.

Soon enough, they were throwing punches like it was their daily warm-up routine.

"Isn't anybody going to do anything?" Owen asked as he moved to hold his mother, but I stopped him.

"If you value your life, it would be wise not to get in between them."

His eyes widened as he backed away.

"So... what do we do?" he asked.

"We wait for them to either stop, kill each other, or until the police come," Liam said, standing beside us, casually eating a bag of chips.

Suddenly, Old Lani shoved Jane to the ground, went into the kitchen, and came back out with a butcher knife.

How did she even find—
Never mind. I don't want to know.

"Shit, what do we do? Should we stop them?" Owen panicked.

"You can't," Jacob said, eating his candy bar. "Your mom will kill you first."

How can they eat in situations like this?

Old Lani lunged forward, but Jane suddenly appeared from outside—holding a shotgun and aiming it straight at Lani.

Oh.
Okay.
This just got real.

"Okay, I'm seriously gonna piss my pants. Can someone tell me what to do?" Owen begged, looking between his mom and Jane.

"Now we wait," Bill said, drinking a beer.

"That's my mom! She might die!" Owen screamed.

"And that's my wife holding the shotgun," Sam replied, also sipping a beer.
How—
Actually, I'm not going to ask.

A gunshot rang through the house.
We all froze.

Jane had shot a vase.

"Next time, the bullet goes through your eyes, Lani," she said, teeth clenched.

Both women continued glaring at each other, breathing heavily.

"How are you guys so calm???" Owen yelled at us.

"Because we know they can't kill each other," Harry said, now eating chips from Luke's bag.

"They have weapons in their hands!" Owen cried.

"They might," Liam said, "but they can't live without each other."

Sam nodded. "They're the human version of Tom and Jerry. They fight all the time, but trust me—if anyone else touches one of them, the other will make sure that person never sees daylight again."

Suddenly, we heard police sirens.
The door burst open, and the police rushed inside.

"We got a report of a gunshot—oh. It's you two again." Officer Lark sighed, lowering his gun.

"Why do you two always end up holding weapons against each other?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Ugh, who the f**k called the police?" Old Lani groaned as she lowered her knife. Jane lowered her shotgun, too.

"So, are we in trouble, Sheriff?" Jane asked.

Lark held up his handcuffs with a bright smile. Both women groaned.

Let me explain: Whenever Old Lani is here, she and Jane will fight. This always leads to the sheriff getting involved.
(Last time, Old Lani had a chainsaw.)
Thankfully, Sheriff Lark is a kind man—and after arresting them more times than he can count, he knows exactly how to handle them.

He cuffs them together and sits them in the station until they calm down—for that day, at least.

"Okay then, what are we waiting for? Let's go," Lark said as he guided both women toward the car. They were still bickering.

"This is all your fault," Old Lani snapped.

"No, this is YOUR fault!" Jane argued back.

Old Lani punched her with her free hand. Jane punched back, but the sheriff stopped them.

"Ladies! Stop fighting! Get in the car or I swear I'll make you stay in the station and hug each other for another hour!"

I don't know why that works—but it does. They both froze.

"Ewwwwwwww," they groaned in unison.

God, I love these women.

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