I instantly froze.
Oh my god.
"Hello," Dad said into the receiver.
"Who is speaking?" He asked while raising an eyebrow.
"So you are the famous Eyeball," He said while chuckling lightly.
"Dad," I said while trying to take the phone out of his hand.
"Yes, she has said lots about you," He said with a laugh.
"Dad hand me the phone," I whined while still trying to pry the phone out of his hands.
"I think she must like you or something, she's awfully anxious to get the phone," He said with a laugh.
"Come on, Dad," I pleaded.
"Well, here she is, Eyeball, before she rips my hand off," He said while passing me the phone.
"Thanks," I mumbled then put the receiver up to my ear.
"Hey, Meg," Eyeball laughed.
"Hey, Eyeball," I grumbled back.
"Listen, Meg, I have to ask you something important," Eyeball said in a serious tone.
"Can you please make it quick, Eyeball? I really want some sleep," I said with a yawn.
"My father is on a mean streak, and since I came in late he came after me with a broken bottle, so grabbed the phone and ran into a room and locked the door," He said.
"Are you alright? Where's Chris?" I asked in a very worried tone.
"Yea, I'm fine, he only got to swing a few punches before I ran in here, and I think he is getting Chris right now," He responded in a normal tone.
"Oh my god! Eyeball, Help him!" I shrieked into the phone.
"No way, what did that fucker ever do for me?" He half-slurred into the phone.
"Eyeball, he just walked you home for god sake! You would be passed out in a ditch somewhere right now if he didn't help you," I said, trying to get him to help Chris.
"No," He replied casually.
"Eyeball, please! Will you do it for me?" I asked softly.
"What the fuck can I do to help him?" He asked.
"Go save him, and then the two of you guys run out of your house, and come here. My window is the second one over on the left side of my house," I said.
"Okay then and you'll be waiting there to help us in?" He asked.
"Yes, but be quiet when you're there, if my father finds out he would have a fit," I laughed lightly.
"Okay, well I better go get him now than before there's nothing left of him," He chuckled lightly. I gulped in response.
"Bye," I said quietly.
"Yea, bye," He said back then hung up.
"What was that about?" Dad asked without looking up from the dishes he was washing.
"Nothing, he was just making sure I was going to the drag races tomorrow," I lied with a smile.
"Is he from somewhere? His voice kind of sounds weird," Dad asked.
"Um- no, it's only like that on the phone," I replied shakily.
"Oh," Dad replied.
"Well, I'm really tired, Dad, so I'm just going to go try and get some sleep now," I said with a weak smile.
"Okay, goodnight, Meg," He said.
"You too," I said, while walking to my room.
I opened the door and stepped in. If the boys were coming over, I would have to clean up a bit.
I picked up all my clothes that were on the floor, and then put them away in my dresser. I put a couple other odd things in their proper place, then, when I was pleased I lied down on my bed and shut my eyes...
Ping!
Ping!
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around to see where the noise was coming from.
Eyeball and Chris!
I quickly shot out of bed and jumped up to my feet. I walked over to my window and peered out to see the expected site of Eyeball and Chris, but what I didn't expect to see was all the blood.
I quickly grabbed a piece of rope and threw it down.
"Chris you come up first," I said while trying not to be too loud.
Chris quickly climbed up, then I pulled him in through the window.
"Chris, can you grab a piece of the rope, we are going to pull your brother up," I said while holding out the rope.
"Why are we pulling him up?" Chris asked with a confused look on his face.
"Well he's too drunk to climb, he'd probably fall and break his neck, so now all he has to do is hold on and we pull him up," I said, proud of my plan.
"Okay then," He said while grabbing a piece of the rope.
"Eyeball, just hold on tight to the rope, we are going to pull you up," I called down to him.
"Okay," He called back up.
When he grabbed on and told us we could pull him up, we did and surprisingly nothing went wrong. When he got to the top we pulled him in then he flopped on the floor.
"Nice shorts," He said with a smirk.
"Yea, whatever. Just remember to be quiet, okay?" I more stated than asked.
"Well-behaved is my middle name," He laughed.
"Oh my god! Look at you guys! It looks like you two got ran over by a truck!" I shrieked.
"Thanks," Chris said with a laugh..
"I'll go get some wet cloths to clean up the blood," I said while turning around.
I quietly snuck to the bathroom and grabbed two face cloths off the shelf above the sink. I then put both of them in the sink and turned the cold water on, and made sure both were wet. I then turned the tap off, picked the wet cloths out of the sink, and rung them out. I then crept back into my room.
"How do you two feel?" I asked.
Chris just lightly mumbled a "fine" and Eyeball slurred something that I didn't understand.
"Here, Eyeball, you take this cloth and I'll clean Chris up first since he is worse," I said while passing Eyeball a wet cloth.
I dabbed Chris' face lightly to make sure I wouldn't hurt him, but he was cut up pretty bad.
"How is that?" I asked with a smile.
"Good, thanks," He smiled.
"If you two are going to do what I think you are going to do, don't do it in front of me," Eyeball laughed.
"Go screw," I said with a laugh.
"I'm pretty tired right now, I think I'm just going to go to sleep," Chris said while laying down on the floor.
"I feel bad for making you sleep on the floor, at least wait until I get you a pillow and some blankets," I said while walking over to my bed.
"No, really I'm fine," Chris said.
"Here," I said while throwing him a pillow and a blanket.
"Thanks," He said with a smile.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Eyeball asked while looking at me.
"There's this thing called the floor," Chris said with a laugh.
"Well, one of you two can sleep in the bed with me," I said while looking between both of them.
"I will!" Eyeball said with a much too happy looking smile.
"Is that alright with you, Chris?" I asked.
"Yea, sure," He replied.
"Okay then, take off your shoes, Eyeball," I said while getting onto the bed and crawling under the covers.
Eyeball got in beside me, still in his jeans, except no shirt. I really didn't even notice I was staring until he noticed.
"I do have a nice body, don't I?" He snickered as I turned red.
"Uh- yea," I stuttered.
"It's alright, Christopher is sleeping," He said with a laugh as he got closer.
"Eyeball, don't," I whined as I turned around. He kissed my cheek then gently turned me around to face him.
"Don't do what?" He said with a smirk.
"What you were going to do," I shakily replied.
"What was I going to do?" He said, as the smirk remained plastered across his face.
"I don't know, I just don't want you to do it," I giggled.
"Was I going to do this," He said as he leaned in and kissed my lips. His breath still had the smell of tobacco and beer in it, but the kiss wasn't all that bad. His lips were soft, and before I knew it I found out his tongue was too. Just as we were really getting into it, I pulled away.
"What's wrong?" He asked while touching the side of my face.
"Nothing, Eyeball, you're drunk, can you just turn around and go to sleep?" I asked while turning around, only to have him move me to face him again.
"Why not?" He asked while leaning in closer.
"Eyeball, what if Chris is awake?" I more stated than asked.
"He's not, take a look for yourself," He said.
"Okay, so he's not but still," I said, not even bothering to try and turn around.
"What's holding you back then?" He asked as he leaned in.
"I don't know..."
A/N: Ahh, the wonderful world of cliff hangers! Don't worry I'll update really soon~ Anyway, this chapter's shout-out goes to...jezzlovescherrypez ! Thanks for the reviews and for writing your awesome stories! *Cough* UPDATE *Cough*...I will when you do! Anyway, thanks guys and I update when I get five reviews...SO REVIEW!