Piper's POV
"Piper!" my cousin screamed.
"Hey Kev. Is Kendall around?"
"Probably in his room playing Barbies or something. You can go up if you want."
"The wonders of brotherly love…" I shook my head. "Wait Ke….vin…. Okaaaay then."
I shook my head and went to grab my bags. I mean, God forbid my mom actually give a crap. I found my stuff on the ground where the car used to be. Love you, too, Mommy Dearest.
"I hope you said your prayers, boy, 'cause you're dead!"
At least I knew where Kendall was. How, you ask? Oh, I don't know. Why don't you ask the handful of ice cubes he ever-so-kindly donated to the inside of my pants?
I spun around and chased after him, trying to simultaneously shake the ice cubes out of my butt.
"Imma hunt you down, boy!"
After a good 5 minutes of my cousin running for his life and of me stumbling around in my flip flops, I was finally smart enough to kick off my shoes and tackle the idiot. Smart move.
"Okay, okay" Kendall laughed as I continued to slap the living daylights out of the back of his head as I sat on top of him.
"Geeeeeez Kendall! What exactly made that seem like a smart idea? I'm gonna get you soooooooo bad, dude."
"Is that really smart to say to the wondrous, hunky, brilliant man who's taking you to Buzz for your birthday and letting you party with about 3,000 of your closest friends?"
"Who the fudge is Buzz?"
"Not who but where. Oh god, Piper. I didn't know I had that much to teach you."
"Oh shush. I'm sure it's gonna be 'off the heezy, Kendizzle'." Insert slap upside the head by aforementioned man-child.
"Hey," I sighed with a smile and a hand on my previously slapped head, "It's good to be home."