Being Nash Grier's Sister

Chapter 34

Liv's P.O.V:

"Liv," Nash pokes my ribs, knowing it'll wake me up.

"Stop it," I grumble.

If you couldn't tell, I'm not really a morning person.

"Me, you, Will, Hayes, Thomas, and Dad are going out today. Get up," he groans.

"Where are we going?" I speak into my pillow.

"I can't understand you when your voice is muffled from the pillow, Einstein."

"Shush. Where are we going?" I flip onto my back and rub my eyes.

"Dad won't tell me," he shrugs, "he said wear some sporty clothes though,"

"Okay," I get up and head towards my suitcase.

"We're leaving after breakfast," he says as he closes the door.

I sigh and grab a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.

After I change, I grab my tennis shoes and head out the door.

"Morning, Liv. How did you sleep? Are you hungry?" Nila bombards me with questions the second I get downstairs.

"I slept great, thanks. I could eat," I smile.

"There's not a time where you couldn't eat!" Nash yells from the living room.

Nila and I laugh and head into the kitchen, where Thomas and Will are trying to make waffles.

"No, Will! You're gonna burn the house down!" Thomas laughs.

"I'm doing it right! What world do you live in?" Will retorts.

"One where people know how to make waffles," he playfully glares at him.

"Yeah, Will. You can't make a peanut butter sandwich without making a disastrous mess. Let Thomas handle this," I butt in.

"Well thanks for the support," he tries to contain his laughter, but fails miserably.

"No problem, what are good siblings for?" I giggle.

"I don't know, I don't have any," he shrugs.

"Burn!" Hayes yells as he slides on his socks into the kitchen.

"He's talking about you too, dumba-"

"Watch your mouth, Nash," Nila warns.

"I was going to say apple. Dumbapple!" He shouts.

"Why is it that everytime I see y'all, everyone yells?" Will shakes his head.

"Yeah, Nash. He's old, don't ruin his hearing!" I laugh, and Will shoots me a glare.

"That's it," he laughs, and that's my cue to run.

"Oh, no," I start running around the house with Will very close behind me.

I run to Thomas so he can stall Will a little bit.

"Help me," I laugh and shriek, Will almost caught me.

"This isn't my battle, sorry," he shrugs and moves out of the way.

"Nash!" I yell, as Will grabs me.

"You asked for it," he laughs loudly.

"They don't have a pool," I victoriously smile.

"But you are ticklish," he smirks.

"No, no!" I yell as he tickles me.

"Will, quit being mean to your sister," Dad yells from upstairs.

"Go be mean to Hayes or something. He's an easy target," I laugh and sit up.

"Or you could be mean to him, I bet it would be funny," Will suggests.

"He's bigger, taller, and stronger than me," I fake cry, "being the smallest child in the family is a true struggle,"

"At least you're not the dumbest," Nash butts in.

"You and Will and Hayes are all tied at that one," I snicker.

"That is so rude! Is it 'National Pick on Will Day' today?" Will puts his hand over his heart and pretends to be hurt.

"Yeah," Nash and I say in unison.

"Evil twin powers," Hayes mutters under his breath.

"It's a coincidence, not evil powers," I laugh.

"That's what you think," he pulls his phone out.

"Kids! Come eat!" Nila calls us.

We all get up and run to the kitchen, to find loads of waffles on the table.

Everyone, including Nila and Dad, sit down, and we all eat.

After everyone eats and we finish cleaning up, Dad, Will, Thomas, Nash, Hayes, and I leave.

"Dad, where are we going?" Nash asks as we all pile in the car.

"I can't tell y'all just yet," he replies as we pull out of the driveway.

"Ow, Nash, you're stepping on my foot," I complain.

"Whoops, sorry," he smirks.

"Fucking bastard," I curse under my breath.

"She said a bad word!" Hayes yells in my ear.

"Shut up! We're all right here!" Nash flicks his forehead.

"Ow! Stop being so rude!" Hayes flicks him back.

"Boys, stop it," Dad scolds from the front seat.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

I forgot to text Mary last night, so I do that now.

To: Mary 😎

Hey, sorry I didn't text you last night- we landed late.

From: Mary 😎

That's okay boo(: how's the trip going so far?

To: Mary 😎

it's better than i thought. Rn I'm in a car with Nash, Hayes, Will, Thomas, and my dad. Nash and Hayes are gonna be killed if they don't stop yelling and fighting. 😒🔫

From: Mary 😎

😂 Gtg. Have fun tho(: I'll txt ya later. Zach and Joe say hi too(: ily

To: Mary 😎

No promises. Tell those dorks I miss them(:

"Who are you texting?" Will looks over my shoulder from the backseat.

"None of your business," I roll my eyes.

"Is it a boy?" He asks, excitedly.

"No," I reply a little to quickly.

"It's," Nash steals my phone, "Mary!"

"You said you're gonna kill us if we don't stop fighting?" Nash gasps.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking it," Will pipes in, causing Thomas, Dad, and I to laugh.

"Are y'all like this a lot?" Thomas glances at Nash, Hayes, and I through the mirror.

"Yeah, but usually those two idoits," I gesture towards Nash and Hayes, "are fighting physically. They get me in it sometimes, but they're constantly fighting," I roll my eyes.

"Knew it," Dad sighs.

"It's like UFC when Cam and the guys come over!" I half-shout.

Nash chuckles.

"I'm serious! It's not funny!"

"It kinda is," he shrughs.

Dad speaks up, "We're here,"

He takes us to a conservation club, and we're learning how to trap shoot.

"Mom said this was a sport none of y'all have tried before, so learning something new like this should be fun," Dad smiles.