The Bad Boy's.....What?

Chapter 7- Interesting Revelations

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                "Get the camera, they look so cute together," a hushed voice gushes as I try to retain to a shirtless Channing Tatum.

                "You're going to wake them up," a male voice grunts. I immediately recognize that voice as a grouchy Roger. Yawning, I stretch my hands over my face and hit something, hard.

                "Ouch, damn don't give me a black eye this early," Kohl grumbles as he squirms in bed. I look down towards his chest where a drooling baby Lucy is sleeping soundly. Looks like Lucy really loves uncle Kohl.

                Apparently, we all fell asleep together. I, curled up to Kohl's side with his arm over me and the other one holding a sleeping Lucy, who fell asleep on top of him. I know, we make a cute family, don't we?

                Claire rushes over to Kohl, grabbing Lucy before rushing downstairs to feed her, no doubt. I look at the alarm clock on my brother's bedside table and make a run for it to my room. I hurry into the bathroom, rushing my shower before heading into my closet. I put on my normal jeans and shirt before grabbing some boots and bolting downstairs.

                "Kohl, why are you in your boxers eating cereal instead of getting ready for school?" I exclaim, as he lazily sits at the kitchen table.

                "Being late never killed anybody," he waves me off. I roll, my eyes as I take a seat across from him. Apparently, I'm going to be late today since I have to wait for my idiotic brother.

                "Eager to see Drew?" Kohl smirks around a spoonful of Cocoa Puffs.

                "I don't like Drew like that, and stop pushing us to be friends. Do you know what could happen if he knew about Lucy?" I scold. Do I always have to be the voice of reason?

                "Relax, he hasn't caught on yet," he rolls his eyes before pushing out of his seat and heading back upstairs.

                I sit there and ponder over what he said. No, Drew hasn't found out yet, but what if he did? Would he go ballistic, get furious, try to shoot my family and I? Oh my, well would I miss Kohl? Oh, who am I kidding, of course not.

                I sigh. Of course I'll miss my big brother.

                "K, I'm ready," he slides down the banister in a clean white V-neck and black jeans.

                "Where’s your backpack?"

                "At school."

                "How'd you do your homework?" he looks at me like I'm crazy before cackling out loud and leading me out the door.

                "Two more weeks," I sing to Roger as I smirk at his waiting figure, leaning on the car.

                "Until then, I will enjoy driving you around," he counters nonchalantly.

                "Whatever," I huff as I climb into the back because Kohl beat me to the front. That seat stealing cunt, yeah I know British, I think.