Worth The Trouble ?

Might be my fav chapter so far, hope you enjoy it!

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"The fuck is happening here?" A voice exclaimed. I shifted at the sound but was held down by weights on my legs and back. With my stomach pressed into the bed, I opened one eye to find Dylan staring at us through narrowed eyes.

"What is it?" I mumbled groggily into my pillow, my eye fluttering shut. I hadn't slept that well in a while now, and I definitely wanted to go back to sleep.

"Why's Isaac sleeping–"

"Shut up," He groaned from beside me. "I wanna sleep, man."

With all the noise around me, I was now gaining consciousness. I opened my eyes and glanced up at Dylan. His nose was scrunched up into a disgusted expression as he stared at the both of us. What was up with him and the boys I surrounded myself with?

"You could've slept in your guest room," Dylan replied with a pointed look.

I've slept in the same bed with Isaac enough times to know he had a leg over mine in a flamingo position while his arm snaked itself around my torso. I, on the other hand, was sleeping on my stomach, my arms wrapped around the pillow my head rested on. We always somehow resorted to that position, and it was very comfortable.

"What do you want, Dyl?" I muttered, my voice heavy with sleep.

My older brother blinked, "I want to know why the fuck Isaac's shirtless."

"It got hot at night," He replied. He sounded wide awake at this point. "The winters here are pathetic."

Dylan pinched the skin between his eyebrows, "Please tell me that both of you are fully clothed beneath those covers."

"Wouldn't you like to know–" Isaac started, tone playful, like he was trying to piss him off. Dylan's eyes widened in alarm and he looked just about ready to pounce on Isaac.

I reached my hand back and slapped him on the chest to shut him up, "Yes, Dylan," I said, moving to sit up. Isaac, just suddenly remembering he had limbs, retracted his arms and legs from atop my body. I hooked a thumb under the hem of my shorts and pulled them, "See? Shorts."

Dylan released a relieved sigh, "Thank fuck."

"I mean," Isaac sang. "You never know. Maybe we just got dressed–"

"I will kick you out of my house," Dylan seethed, cutting him off. Isaac raised two hands in mock surrender and went to sit up as well. "Why the fuck aren't you in the bedroom I showed you?"

I yawned and pulled my hair out of its messy bun, "I didn't want to get a nightmare," I informed him, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I asked him to stay."

My brother's stiff figure instantly relaxed at the explanation. He nodded in understanding, "Oh."

"You can't keep going apeshit when it comes to me and guys," I said, giving him a look of genuine bafflement. He always blew shit like this out of proportion.

"I can and I will," He huffed. "Anyways, I came here to wake you up for the meeting you have with Dante."

"I had an alarm set and everything," I whined, looking around the room to try and find my phone. He woke me up when I could've had a few more minutes of heavenly sleep? I haven't had a nightmare in a while now, but I also hadn't slept that good for what felt like years. It was nice.

Dylan tossed my phone onto my bed, "I'm sure it would've been more useful if you had it up here with you and not downstairs in the kitchen."

"Isaac would've woken me up," I added, patting his back while shooting him a grin. "He's like my personal alarm clock."