From underdogs to top dogs

Chapter 33

Skye laughed as she jumped onto her bed followed by her friends and brother. They sat crisscrossed in a square, laughing at their silly nature.

"So how y'all feeling?" Skye teased.

"More fucked than my nan on rollerblades." Everest laughed.

"Rough as hell." Sweetie sighed.

"Like I've been pounded by some kind of jackhammer." Rocky closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

"You weren't even that drunk though." Sweetie glanced at the boy.

"Who said he was talking about the drinks?" Everest laughed, throwing a wink at her friends. The girls noticed Rocky turn a remarkable shade of red and bite his lip. They looked at him, wide eyed and smiled.

"No way!" They gasped together. Slowly, the boy accepted that there was no point hiding it and nodded his head. Skye sprang into action and ran to a box on the other side of her room. She pulled out four huge bars of chocolate and a bag of wine gums. After placing them in the centre of the four and sitting down again, she and the girls exchanged a look.

"Spill." Sweetie demanded.

"And we want all the details." Everest opened a bar of chocolate.

"Well not all of them. You know he is my brother." Skye glanced at her friends and popped a wine gum in her mouth.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, the guys were talking among themselves about the previous night.

"Any of you guys get lucky?" Marshall asked in a joking manner.

"No. Waiting until Skye's ready." Chase glared at his friend, not admitting that he himself wasn't yet ready.

"Why would I? I'm not with Sweetie." Tracker rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Man you have no idea." Zuma smirked, thinking he'd muttered much quieter than he had.

"What?" The other three looked at him.

"N-nothing." Zuma avoided any eye contact with his friends.

"You just said you-"

"Guys! Guys!" Tracker was interrupted by Rubble bursting into the room from the front door.

"Where's Skye?"

"Her room." Chase said simply.

"Cool. Thanks." Rubble headed up the stairs.

"Knock on the door!" Marshall called.
"Otherwise you'll hear things that'll scar you." Chase sniggered, casting a glance at a glaring Zuma.

"For all you know Evewest could be talking about hew wendevous with Mawsh." He defended.

"What rendezvous?" The black haired boy asked, genuinely confused.

"Oh come off it Mawshall! You would obviously only ask us if we had sex so you could bwag when we all said no."

"No. Me and Everest, despite being very much wasted, did nothing. But I did hear you and Rocky before I passed out."

"Son of a-" Chase covered Zuma's mouth before he could finish. Zuma glared at the oldest boy in the room and, much like a child, licked his palm.

"Ew! Zuma! That's gross!" Chase yanked his hand away and wiped it on his jogging bottoms.

"Ya don't say, youw palms awe weally sweaty." Zuma rubbed his tongue with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Ok. It's obvious that someone." Marshall winced. "Is making Zuma uncomfortable so let's drop the subject. Agreed? Yes? Thank you."

Rubble knocked on Skye's door and, once the girl responded, walked in.

"Just the girl I was looking for." He pointed at Skye.

"Me? Why?" Skye looked confused.

"Saturday. Boss wants a pretty blonde to play kind of a barbie doll as I'm stuck at the toy fair advertising." The boy explained.

"Well you could help there Skye." Everest looked at her best friend. "You must know a pretty blonde." Skye hit the now hysterical Everest with a pillow as the group of five laughed.

"Rude." Skye stated. "Sorry Rubble, as much as I'd love to me and Chase are going on a date on Saturday."

"Oh well, never mind."

"You said the toy fair right?" Rocky asked.

"Uh Huh. Sure did."

"Who's playing Ken?" Sweetie tilted her head to the side.

"Me." The older kids burst out laughing.

"The, the dolls were they damaged in a fire?" Skye joked. Rubble gave her a painfully familiar look, one that she had given her friends many times when they mess around.

"Rude." He imitated the girl, causing more laughter to fill the room.