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Brian and Chad: 19

Tawni and Sonny: 17

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Sonny's POV.

(Three in the mornin')

*BOOOM.*

Oh my god, what the hell was that? I swipe up the remote and switch the TV off. I jump off the couch onto the cold hardwood floor, cursing at the coldness, and slide behind the couch. All in about 4 seconds. I should be a Ninja for an occupation. I don't know if colleges offer ninja degrees. I'll Google it later. Maybe it's like a secretive college; I'd have to go far far away for-

"Will you get me one of those!? And a unicorn! They're all colorful and and and...horny." An outburst of giggles comes from the clearly drunken voice and my grip on the remote tightens. "And duuuude, don't you believe? You have to buhhliiieveee!"

Wait a second... That's Brian.

"Right...Okay. Help me out here bro, we have to get you in bed."...and another voice?

I peak my head up to see my brother draped over Chad. Brian's arm is slung around Chad's shoulder with Chad's arm holding onto my brother's side to balance him out. From the looks of it, all of Brian's support is Chad. Drunk and unstable. Classy.

Chad Dylan Cooper- noun; my idiotic brothers best friend; constantly at my house; also a senior; and isn't drunk?

I come out from behind the couch, fully realizing it's just two idiots and not an axe killer. Walking to the side of the guys, I stop dead in my tracks, finally understanding where the big noise came from.

"What the hell happened to the door!" I cry and throw my hands up.

Because behind the two retards, the front door is smashed open with a foot mark completely engraved in it.

"Whoa.. Sonny?" Chad turns my way, which drags Brian to look at me too.

"SonnnnnnyBunny!" Nice, Brian.

As he talks, I crunch my nose in disgust over the smell of alcohol.

I make my way over, slam the door shut, and whip back around to face the drunk and his best friend.

"Well I didn't have any free hands so-"

"You kicked my door down?" I fold my hands over my chest feeling like a teacher scolding a kindergartener.

"Why the hell are you sitting in the dark anyway? You scared the shit out of me." Chad nervously chuckled, throwing his hand into his blonde hair...

*THUD*

..Dropping Brian as he did so.

We both look down to see Brian passed out on the floor.

"So I guess we should put him up to bed?" Chad looks at me. In the dark I could barely make out his features but his blue eyes shine like they always have, even since we were kids. I instantly forgive him.

"Nah. He can sleep there." I shrug it off as he smirks at me.

His eyes trail down my body as I squirm and blush at the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"What's with the remote?" Oh. I set it down on the side table realizing how stupid I must look. All crazy-haired in my embarrassing matching flannel pajamas and mismatch socks still grasping a remote for my life.

"I, uh, thought you were an axe killer." I blink up at him.

He raises his eyebrows at me and his eyes lit up with pure amusement, "Really? What were you going to do? Smash me on the head? Pause me in place?"

My hands found my hips. "I'm sooo sorry my weapon doesn't reach your expectations. I didn't exactly have enough time to grab my tomahawk missile." I scuffle at him.

"Right…It's cool if I crash here tonight too right?" He just smiles back.

I almost forgot we were still standing here with Brian passed out drunk at our feet. How did Chad think we were going to carry him upstairs earlier? He's like 180 pounds and I can barely lift the weightlifting bar alone.

Realizing he asked me a question, I look back up at him.

"Yeah, of course. You do all the time anyways." I smirk back down at Brian again, "you should probably crash on a bed though."

We start our way upstairs together, skipping two steps at a time.

"Chad, why aren't you drunk?" Honestly I've been wondering since I saw the two.

"Pssh" he waves me off, "Don't you know I'm Mr. Responsible? Designated Driver."

My brother and Chad became best friends on the first day of 3rd grade when Chad shared half of his PB&J with my stubborn unprepared brother, he's been coming over to our house ever since. Playing tag at midnight, shooting hoops, or playing Grand Theft Auto. With only our 2 years age difference, Brian and I have always been close, so when Chad came into the picture I tagged along at first, and then parted my own way with Tawni. Over the years of my parents being gone all the time, Chad seems to still always be around my house. Chad and I aren't exactly friends, I mean we get along and pick fun at each other but he just eats my food and makes annoying punch lines at me, were acquaintances.

We reach the top of the stairs, I smile goodnight to him and turn left as he turns right towards Bri's room.

As I head into my room I hear a faint "Hey?"

"Yeah?" I turn back around to find him smirking at me with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

"Goodnight mini Monroe."

"Night Cooper." I yawn back and continue into my room.

I smile and crawl into bed, my body gladly accepting the newly found firmness and warmth, and slowly drift to sleep looking at the green '3:53am' display on my clock.


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