I sit down, attempting to jerk off my shoe, but end up landing on my back. James giggled, and I give him an evil glare.
"Go easy, big brother. I can do this!" He just snorted at my statement. "What? You bet I can't?" I said, jumping up onto the bed.
"Oh, boy!" He mutters, springing so that he was standing on his bed, too, about an inch taller than me.
"Bring it, William!" He says, pretending to punch the air. I grinned, crouching down then leaping, bowling him over onto the floor. He grunts.
"Aw, no fair!" He squeaked, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Boys!" What are you doing?!" Dad had come in, and he gave us both an angry glare. Oops, I though innocently to myself.
"Hey, Chris! Hand me that screwdriver." I call. Chris tosses the screwdriver my way and I caught it expertly, handing it to Zach. He gets back to work.
"Hand-eye Co, Chris. Work on it!" I said, giving my little brother a thumbs-up. "Good one, though!" He grins.
"Willow, red wires." Zach held out his hand, and I gave him the end of the red wires. He goes to his work again. The next thing he asked for was a cloth, and when he put his hand down, it landed on mine. I gasped, then give a sheepish grin as he looks up at me.
"Sorry," He mumbled, his face turning a bright pink. I was surprised he could turn that color, he was so pale.
"It's okay," I whisper, and felt my lips twitching up. I was getting the old Zach to come back. Finally!
