Should i be scared?

I woke up to the sound of loud footsteps and heavy breathing. I lifted my head from my pillow, and rubbed my sleepy eyes. When i let my hands fall to my sides again, i watched my brother dance around the room. he wasn't the best dancer, but it was very entertaining. he was flailing my arms in the air, and stomping around like a dinosaur.

the song "shape of you" by Ed Sheeran was blasting through Jackson's phone speaker. "I'M IN LOVE WITH THE SHAPE OF YoOU!!" he shrieked, out of tune. he flung his hand up, and ended up smacking his hand on the nightstand of the living room in the air bnb.

i was sleeping on the couch, because, although there were two beds in the bedroom, i couldn't put up with another night of him snoring. so, the love seat it was.

he cried out very loud when the sharp corner of the nightstand pierced his skin.

i reluctantly got up off the couch, and walked up behind him.

"Jackson-" i began, and touch his shoulder,

he screamed, and spun around, hitting me square in the face.

ouch.

i stumbled back, and put my hand over my eye, sliding down onto the floor by the love seat.

"OHMYGODY/NI'MSOSORRY!!" he rambled, falling down beside me.

"it's okay, i swear."

"I PUNCHED YOU IN THE EYE, CAN YOU STILL SEE THROUGH IT?"

"you hit over the eyebrow, it should be fine."

he sighed, and hugged me. "i'm so sorry." "you're okay, Jack." "I love you." "thank you."

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about two hours had passed, Jackson and i had both cleaned our wounds, and had gotten dressed to hang out with Schlatt.

"where are we meeting him, again?" i asked Jack, as i strapped into the passenger seat.

"at a little museum called 'the bullock Texas state history museum'. it's pretty cool." "so, Schlatt is interested in history?" "no, but there's no better place to bond, then at a place where you learn about the horrific ways people die." i paused for a second, then nodded. "true, true."

about 15 minutes later, we arrived at the museum. Schaltt was leaning against a wall near the entrance. Jackson and i both opened the car doors at the same time. i saw his head swivel in our direction. he smiled, and walked towards us, hands in his pockets.

"Hey you two!" he said, brightly.

"Heyo." Jackson replied, slamming the door, and running up to him.

I gave him a smile, and nodded upward once, a universal signal for saying "hi" without words. He winked, then turned around. "c'mon, guys, lets go."

I felt a slight blush creep across my face. it probably wasn't noticeable, thankfully. Jackson grabbed my hand, and tugged me through the doors of the building.

when we walked inside, there was a little desk upfront, with a good looking teenage boy behind the little podium thing. (i don't know if this is how the museum works, i've never been there, or to Texas.)

"Hello!! do you guys have a reservation?" he asked, looking straight at me. i blinked, and looked over at Jackson and Schlatt. "no, we don't. is that okay?" Jackson asked, worried. "yeah! you just need to pay." Jackson walked closer up to the desk, and pulled out his wallet. "i'm paying for Y/n and I, Johnathan, you're on your own, buddy." i shook my head, "it's okay!!! i can pay for myself!!" "oh please, i punched you in the face this morning, it's the least i can do."