Playing Mommy
At three a.m., Klaire was woken up by the slamming of a door. She went downstairs, in her navy blue and gray short sleeved short with violet purple shorts. Her hair was put back into oradanga style. Scott, Truman and Landon walked into the house, yelling.
"Shut up! What the hell is wrong with you guys? It's three a.m. in the morning!" Klaire snapped, rubbing her red, bloodshot eyes.
"Sorry, we lost track of time!" Scott muttered, slightly annoyed of Klaire.
"Yeah, sorry, mom!" Truman rudely said.
"I'm going to bed! I don't want to deal with three drunken babies at three a.m. in the morning! Good night!" Klaire complained, heading up the stairs.
"Wait, Klaire!" Landon called, his tone pleading. Klaire stopped and turned around.
"Yes, Landon?" Klaire asked.
"Sorry" Landon sincerely apologized. Klaire smiled, staring at them for a minute, noticing their blood shot, drooping eyes and wobbling.
"Aw, you're just tired, aren't you?" Klaire asked, all the anger gone. She felt bad for them, all the pressure with the business and plans and all the extra work and stress she put on top of that when she messed up. They were very sweet, nice guys and they never meant to hurt her, Klaire knew that. They nodded and Klaire walked downstairs and over to them. Scott tripped, felling onto her. She barely caught Scott, almost falling with him. She balanced and steadied herself, letting Scott's head rest on her shoulder.
"Are you all drunk?" Klaire asked and they all nodded.
"How'd you get here?" Klaire wondered, amazed.
"Friends" Truman answered.
"Can you walk?" Klaire asked.
"Barely" Truman muttered.
"Alright, just stand there" Klaire told them. She set Scott down on the sofa and pulled out the bed from the couch and placed it in the middle, directly across from the plasma screen TV.
"Klair-" Truman began to ask her something.
"Hold on" Klaire stopped him and excited the living room. A few minutes later, she came down with blankets, covers and pillows. She set down the pillows and covers and blankets on the bed.
"Landon, Truman" Klaire called, pointing to the bed. She had to help Landon and Scott into the bed. She pulled the covers over the two.
"Klaire, why are you being so nice to us?" Truman asked.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Klaire asked, setting a pillow on the other couch.
"We're not nice to you" Truman pointed out.
"I know" Klaire muttered, looking away. She didn't say anything for a minute but then turned back to him and said, "Alright, your bed's ready".
"Thanks" Truman said. Klaire pulled back the covers. Landon laid down and Klaire tucked him in. They were all fast asleep and Klaire sighed, going back upstairs to her own bed.
***Hey, so short chapter. I just wanted to give Klaire the upper hand for once and to show how big of a motherly caretaker she is to them. It's really hard to take a shower or brush your teeth or even get a glass of water if you're as drank as these three so Klaire basically keeps everything together. She is very much needed even if the guys don't realize it most of the time. So, yeah, just explaining how important Klaire is and how everything falls apart without her***