Chapter 13
Matt woke up to the noise of Jeff looking for clothes to wear, an experience, which often could be described as a small hurricane since he tended to change his mind and throw his clothing around or like in this case, just couldn't find anything to wear.
"Ugh," Matt grunted as a pair of jeans was thrown at his head.
"Oh, sorry man...Where'd I put that shirt!" Jeff grumbled.
"Jeff," Matt squinted at the morning sun, "Shut up! You're gonna wake up Cor..."
"Corinne?" Jeff interrupted.
"She got up a few hours ago when Julia and Taylor knocked on the door. Apparently neither you or I woke up."
Matt stood up from the bed and turned to look at the other bed, which was empty, it's sheets neatly pulled up with pillows fluffed up carefully.
"If we were both asleep, then how would you know what happened?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Umm, duh with the note," Jeff said crawling on the floor.
"What note? And what the heck are you looking for?" Matt asked incredulously as Jeff crawled over to the bed and attempted to push Matt.
"My shirt, you're probably lying down on it." Jeff said, grunting as he tried to push Matt off of the bed. "Come on! Get up!"
"Tell me what shirt you're looking for and I'll tell you where it is."
"You're sitting on it! Come on get up!"
"Where's the note?"
"It's over there on the table..."Jeff said, pulling off all the blankets off of Matt's side as soon as he stood up. "Damn it!"
"Idiot," Matt mumbled as he reached for the note.
Hey Guys, Taylor and Julia came around this morning to apologize again for Jeff's hair and to ask you guys from breakfast. I didn't want to wake you up, you guys looked so tired. I'm going with them to Quincy Market, and then I think dinner tonight. Taylor told me that Amy came in earlier than expected, sorry if I was an inconvenience. Thanks for letting me stay here last night and for everything else. See you at the arena. Corinne
"Did she leave any of her things here?"
"Yeah, where else is she supposed to leave her things?" Jeff asked, sticking his head under the bed.
"Oh, just making sure she was going to come back here tonight."
"She definitely will, she left all her products here. Oh dude, we have to buy some of that Pantene Hydrating curls conditioner stuff...smells good. And here, feel my hair!"
"Jeff, you used her conditioner?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Well, I just woke up. I thought it was the hotel kind. But seriously, feel how soft my hair is."
"You know, you've got so many issues." Matt said, shaking his head as he walked to the closet.
"Whatever, I suggest you try it, it works really well. She's got some gel in there too, which I pray to god you use, cause your frizzies...bro it's not working out...hey...that's the shirt!" Jeff yelled out, jumping over the bed and running up to the closet.
"That is so not your shirt, that's mine!" Matt said, pulling out a long, sleeved, button down white shirt.
"Really? Well when was the last time you wore it?"
"The last time you 'borrowed' it and never gave it back, since I found it in my laundry I figured maybe you finally had the decency to give it back!"
"Nope, I just wanted you to wash it...idiot!" Jeff said, reaching for the shirt.
"Eww, why is it all stiff?"
"I had it starched and ironed you moron. Fine wear it today, but I want it back. That's Armani."
"Armani, Shmarnami, I hate it when clothes are stiff." Jeff pulled off the shirt, threw it on the ground and started jumping on top of it.
"What the hell are you doing!"
"I'm softening it up....aaaahhh...there ya go," Jeff said, pulling on the now wrinkled, destarched shirt.
"You're an idiot." A knock interrupted the eminent argument between the brothers.
Matt woke up to the noise of Jeff looking for clothes to wear, an experience, which often could be described as a small hurricane since he tended to change his mind and throw his clothing around or like in this case, just couldn't find anything to wear.
"Ugh," Matt grunted as a pair of jeans was thrown at his head.
"Oh, sorry man...Where'd I put that shirt!" Jeff grumbled.
"Jeff," Matt squinted at the morning sun, "Shut up! You're gonna wake up Cor..."
"Corinne?" Jeff interrupted.
"She got up a few hours ago when Julia and Taylor knocked on the door. Apparently neither you or I woke up."
Matt stood up from the bed and turned to look at the other bed, which was empty, it's sheets neatly pulled up with pillows fluffed up carefully.
"If we were both asleep, then how would you know what happened?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Umm, duh with the note," Jeff said crawling on the floor.
"What note? And what the heck are you looking for?" Matt asked incredulously as Jeff crawled over to the bed and attempted to push Matt.
"My shirt, you're probably lying down on it." Jeff said, grunting as he tried to push Matt off of the bed. "Come on! Get up!"
"Tell me what shirt you're looking for and I'll tell you where it is."
"You're sitting on it! Come on get up!"
"Where's the note?"
"It's over there on the table..."Jeff said, pulling off all the blankets off of Matt's side as soon as he stood up. "Damn it!"
"Idiot," Matt mumbled as he reached for the note.
Hey Guys, Taylor and Julia came around this morning to apologize again for Jeff's hair and to ask you guys from breakfast. I didn't want to wake you up, you guys looked so tired. I'm going with them to Quincy Market, and then I think dinner tonight. Taylor told me that Amy came in earlier than expected, sorry if I was an inconvenience. Thanks for letting me stay here last night and for everything else. See you at the arena. Corinne
"Did she leave any of her things here?"
"Yeah, where else is she supposed to leave her things?" Jeff asked, sticking his head under the bed.
"Oh, just making sure she was going to come back here tonight."
"She definitely will, she left all her products here. Oh dude, we have to buy some of that Pantene Hydrating curls conditioner stuff...smells good. And here, feel my hair!"
"Jeff, you used her conditioner?" Matt asked incredulously.
"Well, I just woke up. I thought it was the hotel kind. But seriously, feel how soft my hair is."
"You know, you've got so many issues." Matt said, shaking his head as he walked to the closet.
"Whatever, I suggest you try it, it works really well. She's got some gel in there too, which I pray to god you use, cause your frizzies...bro it's not working out...hey...that's the shirt!" Jeff yelled out, jumping over the bed and running up to the closet.
"That is so not your shirt, that's mine!" Matt said, pulling out a long, sleeved, button down white shirt.
"Really? Well when was the last time you wore it?"
"The last time you 'borrowed' it and never gave it back, since I found it in my laundry I figured maybe you finally had the decency to give it back!"
"Nope, I just wanted you to wash it...idiot!" Jeff said, reaching for the shirt.
"Eww, why is it all stiff?"
"I had it starched and ironed you moron. Fine wear it today, but I want it back. That's Armani."
"Armani, Shmarnami, I hate it when clothes are stiff." Jeff pulled off the shirt, threw it on the ground and started jumping on top of it.
"What the hell are you doing!"
"I'm softening it up....aaaahhh...there ya go," Jeff said, pulling on the now wrinkled, destarched shirt.
"You're an idiot." A knock interrupted the eminent argument between the brothers.