I awoke suddenly from my peaceful sleep to a loud noise.
I wish I could slap them to make them stop like I slap my snooze button, but I guess we can't all have what we want.
I groaned and rolled out of bed, making my way downstairs. It was only around 6pm. I fell asleep around lunch time, but it felt like yesterday.
I reached the kitchen and hid behind the entrance to observe what was going on. I guess they had forgotten about their little revenge plan.
I saw they were all sitting on the couch, watching a football game and drinking beer.
Because Jackson was 22, he was the only one who was legally allowed to drink beer. They didn't seem to care, as they all had bottles on the coffee table. I guess growing up without parents tends to come with a lack of rules.
I basically had two choices here.
One, I could threaten to call the police or our family members. Dylan would get in a lot of trouble as he's part of the police force and he's underage. Also, Ryan and Ben were only 15 and 18, and could get in a lot of trouble.
I could go chill with them, act like I was one of them, and maybe fit in for a bit. I secretly wanted to taste beer, just to see what all the hype was about.
I decided option 2 would make them hate me less.
I walked in, made my way over to the couch, and sat between Dylan and Ben. They didn't seem to care, and kept watching the game.
Good, my plan was working so far.
I decided to take it a step further.
I discretely grabbed a bottle off the table and took a quick sip. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted.
I put it down as quickly as I possibly could, but it was too late for me.
The TV shut off and it was complete silence. All of the boys gave me the most intimidating and scary looks they could.
"You. Did. NOT." Jackson growled, standing up.
"What're you talking about?" I played dumb, cornering myself into the back end of the couch.
Dylan stood up and joined Jackson. Ryan and Ben stayed on the couch, too lazy to try to scare me I guess.
I had two, scary monster dudes standing over me looking like they wanted to kill me.
Happy Christmas Eve to me!
"Have anything to say for yourself kiddo?" Jackson sweetly asked, cracking his knuckles.
"Oh my god. You guys need to chill. I'm 14, you all were probably drinking at my age anyways. I just wanted to see what it tasted like," I calmly said, hoping they would back off.
Jackson started to move towards me and scold me, but Dylan interrupted him.
"Fine, Liv. I guess you're mature enough to drink. But, you have to drink the whole thing," He smirked at me, motioning for me to pick up the bottle.
I looked at him questioningly but followed his orders. I don't turn down challenges, especially from them.
I tried to chug, but ended up gagging and spitting it out into the floor. It was revolting.
YOU ARE READING
The Crazy LifeTeen Fiction
Olivia Brooke Lybrant is the only one who knows what it's like to be the younger sister of the four Lybrant brothers. Life can get a little hectic, and sometimes scary. Too scary. But what happens when the unexpected happens?