The Bad Boy is a King

Day 18.

Saturday

"Invite your boyfriend over tonight," was the first thing Lee said when I walked downstairs.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said.

Lee rolled his eyes. "Sure he's not."

"He's not," I said.

"Just invite him over or I will," Lee said with a grin.

"Fine but all of you better be on your best behavior," I informed.

He laughed. "When aren't we?"

"All the time," I huffed and began to look at a magazine.

"That's mine," Lee informed and snatched it out of my hands as he took a seat across from me.

I leaned across the island, reaching for the magazine. "Who said?"

He chuckled. "Me."

"All hail, dictator Lee."

"Actually, it's the wise one," he mentioned.

"Actually, it's annoying."

"No," he stated, "I think you got me confused with you."

"So, shitfaces. What're the plans for today?" Wes asked, tumbling downstairs.

"I'm going to work and you're going to make us a nice meal on the stove and we'll enjoy it with Nellie's boyfriend and if it sucks, I swear -"

"I have to work, too," Wes interjected Lee.

Lee scoffed. "You're useless. We'll have Daisy cook."

"He has work, too," Wes said, scrunching his eyebrows together.

"He's useless, too. Why am I surrounded by all these useless people? My life sucks."

"Oh, sorry. Dictator Lee, I wish we could all be like you," I mumbled.

"What was that Nellie?"

"She said that you suck and I'm her favorite," Wes answered for me.

"Actually, you both suck."

Lee gasped. "Oh no. You didn't."

"I did," I said with a smirk.

"Shrimp, your hurtful words bring tears to my eyes. Go fetch me a coffee and I'll think about forgiving you."

I scoffed, "What do I look like? Your peasant?"

Wesley nodded. "Yeah. Why? Now, go fetch me my coffee."

"Lee, both soccer teams have practice tonight. When should I tell him to come over?"

"We'll take him home after practice," my oldest brother replied.

I grimaced. "Ew. Then he'll be sweaty."

"Fine. He can shower in your shower. But, I'm not making any more comprises, Nellie."

"Shrimp, coffee," Wes whined.

I got out of my chair in a big huff, pushing Wes as I walked to the coffee machine. He hit me back although I tried my best to dodge it.

"Fine, Lee."

"Fine, Nellie."

"Coffee."

I scowled at Wes, "I am, you stupid, annoying, moronic -"

"Oh fuck. You dipshits are going to make me late," Lee grumbled and started to make eggs.

"Who the fuck are you calling a dipshit, dipshit?"