Sheets
“He's still not up? But we need to get going!”
Red looked up from his cereal and crunched it louder, as if to say, “you're not talking about me, I assume.” He was definitely trying to remind the other boys of how he'd been woken up earlier.
“Hey man, leave me alone,” Brendan shot, putting his hands up in the air. “I had nothing to do with it.” Red went back to his cereal, face shadowed by his hat.
“Lucas never sleeps in like this. Maybe he's sick?”
“He was fine last night,” Brendan snorted, shaking his head. “He was just up really late on his computer. The light was keeping me up.”
“Revenge?” Ethan offered.
“...Duh?”
Blake shook his head. “You guys go right ahead, I have a bad feeling about this.”
Brendan chuckled and darted back up the stairs, throwing open the door to the room he shared with Lucas, Ethan barging in behind him and pulling the blinds up. “Rise and shine, pretty boy!” he threw his roommate's cap at him, waking him between that and the past-noon light pouring in.
“Gah, what's going on?” he groaned, pushing the hat off his face and rubbing his eyes in one motion.
“We're gonna be late to a movie because of you!”
“Huh? Oh... oh right. Movie. I'll um...” he looked around, seeing that both the guys were there and that Blake had, by now, arrived at his door and was leaning against the frame.
“I'll be down in a minute, really. Just close the door.”
“We're all dudes here, it's cool,” Brendan chuckled, causing Ethan to glare at him, fuming, and hold up Typhlosion's pokeball.
“Don't think I won't. I have seen enough dick today-”
“Jealous,” Blake coughed into his hand.
“So I'm gonna go ahead and leave the room, you guys have fun with that.”
“Pssh,” Brendan snorted, waving his friend off before diving at Lucas's arm, pulling on it. “No man, you're coming now so that I know you're awake.” Having shared a room with the guy for some time now, he was confident his equally fashionable roommate at least had his stupid shorts on, and pulled at him accordingly, trying to pull him out of bed or his arm from his shoulder socket, whichever came out first.
“I'm awake, okay? I'll be down in a minute, don't worry-”
“Oooo!” Winnie chirped from the hall. “Are we abusing the pretty boys?”
“No!” Lucas and Brendan shouted at once.
“Be my guest,” Blake welcomed, waving his hands into the room. Brendan started to wheel out of the way, before it occurred to him that the slightly older girl was probably as strong as him and could help him out.
“Grab the other arm.”
“I'll get both arms,” she corrected. “You grab the legs.”
The sheets started to slip as Lucas struggled to get away from their grips before they could get hold.
“I'm out!” Ethan shouted, darting by, Blake leaning out of the way.
“One, two-”
“Nooo!”
“Three!”
They both dragged him sideways at once, lifting him out of bed and pulling his naked ass free from the sheets, but not from all cover-
There was a green and white bandana, slightly damp looking, wrapped around his limp member and wedged slightly between his legs. Brendan screamed rather girlishly and let go of his roommate's hands as fast as he could, shaking them like they were dirty.
“Oh-oh god man.”
He started for the door, meaning to wash his hands, but then realized what exactly that green thing had been.
“Oh DAMN'T man. May's?! Did you-”
Lucas was busy laying on the floor and rubbing his head, moaning from pain since it had slammed rather firmly into the ground. Winnie was, naturally, laughing so hard she was holding her stomach as she watching him write around, earning a middle finger in the air at her from the injured boy.
“You stole it, didn't you? That's mine, you dick!” Brendan was shouting now, slamming his fist into the wall. “You got that from my drawer!”
“Whoa, whoa, waaay too much information,” Blake interrupted, eyeing Brendan's bed suspiciously.
“Like you can talk!” Ethan shouted from somewhere down the hall.
“I want that back! No, I want it washed, then I want it back, so I can give it a proper funeral!”
“OUT!” Lucas shouted, kicking feebly at White's booted feet, grabbing for the sheets. “NOW!”