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Blais quietly turns the door handle, slightly pushing it open. The room is pitch black, but I can hear Theon’s soft snores filling the room. Whatever Blais has planned is going to be good and Theon’s not going to have a clue until it’s over.
I leave the door open a crack so the light from the hallway fills the room.
Blais whispers, telling me to pull my phone out and record this. Grinning, I grab my cell from my pajama pants pocket and pull up the camera.
Blais slips into the giant bed under the covers moving right beside Theon. Theon’s laying on his side facing the middle of the bed. Blais lightly trails his hand down Theon’s arm trying his hardest not to laugh. Theon grumbles, slightly shifting from the touch, but his eyes remain closed. Blais continues to trail his hand down Theon’s side, just as Theon’s arm reaches out and pulls Blais closer into his chest. Theon nuzzles his head into Blais’ neck, who’s grinning like he’s about to burst from laughter.
“So soft,” Theon whispers sleepily.
“Take me, Theon. I’m ready for you,” Blais says in a soft, feminine voice.
“Hmm, princess. Don’t tease me,” Theon grumbles, crushing Blais even more into his chest.
Did he really just call her little nickname out?
“I’m not teasing. I want you, baby. Please.” Blais, the dramatic asshole he is, even adds in a soft moan and whimper pretending to be Zamira.
“Fuck. You sure you’re ready for this cock?” Theon groans, thrusting his hips forward. Blais tries his hardest not to laugh but it doesn’t work. Theon’s eyes instantly shoot open and he quickly pushes Blais away forcefully, rolling him off the bed.
“What the fuck?!” Theon roars as I break out hysterically laughing. Fuck, that was good. Blais is always up to shit like this. It’s times like this with my brothers that almost make me feel human again.
“Does Theon have a little crush on a certain princess?” Blais says through his laughs.
“Shut the fuck up. So not cool, man. You’re lucky I don’t punch you in the balls for that.” Theon sits up in his bed and glares at me. I stop recording and slip my phone into my pocket. “What do you fuckers want?”
Blais pushes up from the floor and comes to stand by me, still laughing under his breath at his little prank.
“We need to talk about your little princess,” I say with a cheesy grin on my face. It irritates me that he’s thinking about her in his sleep, but nothing can bring down just how hilarious that was.
“This couldn’t wait until the morning?” he says, rubbing his eyes. “Wait, shouldn’t you be in the room with her?”
“No, this is important,” I say, ignoring his question.
“Not only did you wake me up and play a prank on me, but now you’re telling me you left the room because you wanted to gossip? Fuck, I hate you two.” He throws the pillow at me but I dodge it, forcing it to hit the wall with a thump.
“You know you love me, now get your ass up,” I say before spinning around to head to the living room as Blais follows behind me. It’s so easy to be carefree with my brothers. It’s almost enough to make me forget about the glaring problem we have under our roof. Almost.
He groans, but I hear him start moving to get up.
“Oh, and don’t forget that one hundred you owe me,” Blais teases.
Another pillow gets thrown in our direction, this time nailing Blais in the back, making his bubbly laughter fill the room again.
We go to the living room and wait for Theon who is only seconds behind us.
“Alright, what’s so important you had to disturb my sleep?” Theon says, pulling his shirt on when he walks into the room. Before he fully gets his shirt on, my eye catches on the scar on his side. He doesn’t like to talk about his past, but what he went through was some of the worst shit I’ve heard of. The worst of it happened on the day he lost his mom, but he went through so much more before that.
Shit, even Blais went through more than any person ever should. We all have fucked up pasts which is probably why we gravitated toward each other so much. Between Blais’ abusive home, Theon’s childhood begging for scraps, and my drug addict parents, we’re all sorts of fucked up.
Three dysfunctional assholes who fit together like peanut butter and jelly on toast.
Things haven’t always been like this between us. I had been in the foster home for two months already when Theon showed up. He was angry, boiling with anger, and wanted to destroy everything in his path. He’s always been quiet, but back then, he didn’t have control of his emotions. One wrong move and he was ready to kick your ass.
He was the definition of mass chaos waiting for the right moment to explode. We butted heads, wanting to throttle each other, fighting to be the alpha of the home. All it took was one black eye, a broken rib, and a busted lip for me to know just how strong he really was.
We had an all-out brawl in the living room of the group home, breaking the coffee table and a few vases. We both looked like fucking hell after and we were punished just as bad for it.
Melanie, the woman who cared for us, made both Theon and I do all the housework for a month, including cleaning the bathrooms, the rain gutters, and repainting the house. Somehow though, it brought us closer together. After that, we were as thick as thieves. Ruling the home, being a force to be reckoned with.
