Living with Kuza 3
(Bryan's POV)
Eww, shanks… Why Ian suggested strip poker? We are having some hard time not to make much noise. The door leading to Tala's.. err… Maria's bedroom is closed, but still… The Banana Nose is twelve for chrissakes! Yeah. I just lost my tee-shirt. Maria is sitting there without her jeans already. Ian... Still clothes on. Spence has lost his vest. Damn. I'm almost losing.
"What is this? Strip the Kuznetsovs?" Ian snorts at my comment and Maria mutters something.
"What was that?" Ian asks. I wouldn't have done that.
"Motherfuckers…"
Yep. Just as I heard it. Why he didn't pick solitaire? Slap me thrice and hand it to me mama. Solitaire is single player game, smartass…
"Bryan, why you're banging your head to the floor?"
What? I'm doing wha- Ow. Owowowow. She looks at me weirdly. Maybe she is reconsidering of taking me in instead of a mental institute. Well, what I heard the doctors say, that would have been a good idea. Hah. Like Maria isn't mental herself.
~Five minutes later~
Shit.
"Bryan, jeans off."
This can't be happening. Maria lost her shirt a minute ago. Wait a minute… She has a tattoo? Unfair!
"Never seen a tattoo before, Bry?"
"I didn't know you have one." There one right there, on her shin. It's…
"A falcon. I took it after your first championship. Now, take the jeans off."
"Yep. This really is the 'Strip the Kuznetsovs'."
"If I'm gonna lose my bra Ian is so going to bed and Spence right after. I ain't taking anything else off, boys."
Seeing my sister almost naked might leave me scarred for life. Like I wasn't already. Then again, Tala might want to see her without… WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?
"I don't want to know what you're thinking…"
Doorbell rings just as I'm about to get my jeans off, Maria and I hurry to get decent and Ian sweeps the cards off the table and stuffs them to the box like a lightning. Maria dresses even faster than Ian gathers the cards and she answers the door.
"ALRIGHT!"
Shit. That can only be Andrew.
"Shut it!" Maria hisses as the blond-haired manager comes in, stomping and almost blowing steam like a Minotaur. And I thought –he- was scary… I think I might hide behind Spencer. Ian, move over.
"WHAT? WHY A-mhpf"
"There is a sleep deprived boy sleeping in the next room. If you wake him, my brother and his friends might kill you. After I'm done with out that is."
Man… That was dripping venom. Andrew paled quite a deal. Tell me about getting a tan… Ian sneaked to peek into Maria's bedroom. He looked upset.
"He's almost awake."
That whisper sounded so loud.
THUD
I officially join Kuza-fanclub. She lifted Andrew by the collar and has him pinned against the wall. Somebody get me some popcorn. Thanks Ian. Wherever you got those.
"Andrew… Manager or not, you have screwed up big time now. If good managers wouldn't be hard to get, I'd get you fired. Spencer? You got any clue how to be a manager?"
"I could learn…"
"Andrew, you're fired. Spencer, you're my manager from now on. Congratulations."
The former manager is gaping like a fish.
"He's underage…"
"So what? I can cope with it. Now get out before I skin you alive. And I might enjoy it."
Out like a flash. Maria 100 000 – Andrew -100 000. Sweet.
"I go cook. Anyone hungry? Bryan, go check on Tala if he woke."
How she does that? Ready to maim somebody and a second later she's Miss Sunshine…