Here's chapter two. I changed this one quite a bit but I like it much much better. Thank you to my wonderful readers and reviewers. You guys rock! And now to more and more Epicness.
The guys left after dinner and I wanted to get a quick shower because hanging out with a bunch of guys after they played hockey can make you feel pretty gross. Kendall, Katie, and Mama Knight engrossed themselves into the Minnesota Wild's game, which they were winning. I wasn't one for playing hockey but I owned three hockey jerseys and went to every game I had the chance to. After changing into my favorite pair of plaid flannel pajama pants and a black tank top, I headed down to join them.
Katie was the first to notice me walking in and patted the spot in between her and Kendall on the couch. I plopped down onto the comfy couch, pulling my knees to my chest and grabbing the large throw blanket behind me. I was getting ready to concentrate on the game when Katie nudged my arm and nodded toward her brother. Glancing at Kendall, I saw that his whole entire concentration was on the on going game and he paid no attention to the cherry Amp in his hands. I casually reached over and plucked it straight out of his grip, knowing full well that he hadn't noticed.
Both Katie and Mama Knight tried to hold back their snickers and giggles but were epically unsuccessful. Kendall finally broke out of his trance and looked around, confused, until he saw me trying to take a sip from it.
He narrowed his eyes and I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face. "Ha Ha very funny, Jace. Can I have it back now… please?"
I acted like I was thinking for a moment before replying," No. You still owe me for that Venom."
"I'll share," he compromised and I shrugged, too tired to argue. He smiled briefly, returning his attention back to the game.
I tried to sigh in an attempt to stifle a yawn and laid my head on his relaxed shoulder. It may be Friday, but I was tired as crap. I felt his head move as he looked down at me.
"Your hair's wet," he complained and I shrugged lightly.
"Quit complaining. I'm tired and you're the closest thing to a pillow here. Ignore me and watch the game."
I felt his head shake in defeat and didn't say anything else as I fell asleep.
"Jace… Jay-cie! Wake up!" I faintly heard Kendall saying as he shook my arm lightly, trying to wake me up. As I came back to consciousness, his voice got louder and I got more irritated. I hated being woken up. Period. End. Of. Story. I sat up slowly, still half asleep and turned to glare at him.
"What was that for?" I grumbled.
"You started crying in your sleep. I figured you were having another bad dream so I woke you up," he said, smiling sadly down at me. I sighed, I couldn't be mad at him for that, he was just saving me from the horrible reoccuring dream I'd been having since my mom died. Thankfully, he already knew what it was about without me having to tell him. He always just knew, no matter what.
"Is the game over?" He nodded, staring at MTV which was currently on. That also meant that Katie was in bed. "What time is it?"
He shrugged and switched the channel to find out. "Just after midnight. Katie and Mom went to bed about two hours ago. I stayed up because I wanted to and... you were sleeping on me."
"You could've woken me up, ya know. Or carried me up to bed," I joked, nudging his arm with my elbow.
"I can't carry you that far," he teased back and I gasped in fake shock.
"I do not weigh that much, jerk... I'm barely a hundred and you're almost 130. Don't even start that with me." He laughed quietly, so he didn't wake up his mother and younger sister.
"I was kidding, jeez. You know I love ya, Jace," he said, giving me a little hug. I wrapped my small arms around him to give him a quick hug back but for some reason unknown to me, my stomach did a small flip flop.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, Love ya too Ken." He narrowed his green eyes at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. He hated that nickname to no end since first grade when Micky Turner called him Ken Doll, as in Barbie's boyfriend. He retaliated by grabbing the end of my tongue so I couldn't put it back in my mouth. I shrieked in a very girly manner, much to my embarrassment, and turned away from him. He released my tongue and wiped his hand off on his basketball shorts.
"That's what you get, girly." I laughed and sat back beside him to watch tv. We lost track of time making fun of Jersey Shore, I hated that show to no end, and eventually went to bed later that night after 2 am.
I'm such a dork. I typed up this chapter listening to Glee's version of Journey and Poker Face and Jack Johnson's song Banana Pancakes. :) I love those songs. Such great ones. Anyway, did you like it? Please let me know via reviews. They mean a ton. Do you like this new version or do you like the old one better. Let me know!