Brotherly Love
SPOV
Claire had pushed me out of bed and forced me to get in the shower because she wanted to finally go out and do something seen as Morganville's latest tragedy had happened quite a while ago and the whole town was currently, reasonably calm (for Morganville standards). Not that I had any idea what that girl had in mind, I mean come on; it's Morganville, the home of nothingness. She had just gotten out of the shower and was now getting changed in our bedroom, well I say our bedroom, she still calls it her bedroom and I do have my own bed in another room, but we basically share it.
"Boom, suck on that ass wipe!" Damn, Eve had challenged me to a zombie killing marathon and me being the gentleman that I am, I accepted. Unfortunately for me I was so distracted thinking Claire and our room and our future room in our future house with our future baby and … Wow, slow down there Collins! I had just lost to Eve Rosser and I was more concerned with picking out baby names, what the hell? Did I suddenly grow a pair of boobs during the night or something? Michael concerned as well as he crouched down in front of me and rested the back of his palm against my forehead. The sudden icy cold temperature against my hot panicked one immediately made me slam back to reality.
"Do you think he is coming down with something?" Rosser again, talking about me as if I wasn't in the room.
"I'm not sure, Shane, Shane, earth to Shane, how many fingers am I holding up?" Michael repeated waving four fingers mockingly back and forth in front of my eyes.
I slapped his hand away in annoyance and swung my legs around so I was lying on the couch, "Bite me, Glass."
"I'm serious man, you lost to a girl and didn't even have a come back to the insult, what has happened to you?" Michael questioned, a smirk playing on his lips the entire time.
"Maybe, it's his, time of, the, month" Eve managed to get out between bursts of giggles that were caused as a result of her hilarious joke. Michael joined in the laughter as they both stumbled to the kitchen.
"You might wanna brush up on your skills Collins, especially if you managed to lose to Eve!" Michael shouted behind him as he walked through the kitchen door. The last part being aimed at Eve who gave him a playful swat in return.
Sighing, I took up Michael's advice and practiced my deadly zombie killing moves solo.