She woke from her slumber, hearing two roars of laughter. Her heart was racing from the sudden interruption. Sitting up, Brogan rubbed her eyes, and then she climbed out of bed. She opened her bedroom door,
"Gee, thanks, guys." She told them.
Thomas laughed,
"Yeah, get up, you lazy shit."
Brogan rolled her eyes,
"Never thought I'd see the day that you got up before me." Brogan smirked.
"Eyup, B." David said.
Her eyes peeled away from her brother, moving to his best friend,
"Hi." She replied, shaking her head, an amused smile on her face. "Slept together, eh?"
"Fuck off." Thomas told her.
"I slept downstairs. Obviously." David told her.
Her smile turned into a smirk, nodding at him,
"Suuuuuure." She replied, laughing, before walking back into her room, and closing the door.
Brogan looked at her appearance in the mirror, grateful that she didn't look a complete mess. Sighing slightly, she climbed back into bed, sitting up, and she ran her hand through her hair.
Seconds later, her bedroom door, causing Brogan to jump, standing up on her bed.
David looked at her, and he laughed,
"The fuck you doin'?" He asked.
"Thought you were gonna be Thomas. Ah wa' gonna hit him." She told him, placing her hand over her heart.
"And what makes you think I'm not gonna do, what Thomas was gonna do?"
Brogan rolled her eyes, smiling at him, and she hit his shoulder playfully,
"You wouldn't." She threatened.
David laughed, and he pretended to go for her, making Brogan squeal slightly. She was suddenly aware of what he was wearing: a pair of jeans, with no shirt. Brogan shoved David away,
"Bugger off!" She told him.
"The fuck you doin'?" Thomas asked, walking into her room.
"He's being mean to me!" She complained.
Thomas walked over to the bed, and he picked Brogan up.
Her eyes widened,
"Thomas - no!" She shouted, grabbing hold of his shoulders.
The two boys laughed,
"And, bodyslam!" Thomas shouted, dropping her down onto her bed.
"Ow!" Brogan screamed, and as the two boys laughed, walking out, Brogan leaned up on her elbows, trying to regain her breath,
"Idiot." She whispered to herself.
Brogan sat up, and she smoothed out her hair, taking a deep breath. She then climbed off her bed, and looked into her mirror; where she met a pair of eyes. She stared at him for a few seconds, before she looked over her shoulder at him. As soon as she did, she regretted it. He walked away causally, and Brogan sighed to herself, closing her door; resting her back against the door.