A rainy day (Private for me and JBone)

[Jakerz]

The trees whistled in the wind, as the rain came down, pattering over the house and the ground below on the cool Colorado morning. Stirring in his bed was six-year-old Brad, who yawned and sat up, blinking a little. It never took long for Brad to wake up in the morning, and at six years old he was by far the most energetic member of the household. He swung his head around to look towards the window, seeing the gray sky outside. The sound of the wind whistling through the trees always kind of scared him....but it wasn't so bad now because it wasn't night-time anymore. It was around 7AM, and though the sky was gray, the light was beginning to poke through the windows.

Brad stretched out his legs, and moved his covers down, putting his stuffed dog on the right. It was cold in the room, but Brad felt pretty warm in his blue feety pajamas. His diaper was wet, but that was no surprise.

Brad suddenly lit up. It was a new day! That meant it was only FOUR days left until Christmas! You could count that on one hand! He looked across the room to see that his brother was still sleeping. Brad left the room and looked around to see if any of his other brothers were awake, already looking for somebody to play with and share in his excitement. He at least wanted somebody to bother.

He scurried down the stairs, and looked around....the house was quiet - too quiet. Even his dogs were sleeping lazily. He scowled at them, and ran over to them, getting on his knees and nudging Amber. "Gedddduppp Amber, it's four days til Christmas!" he said, getting a lazy look from the dog "Cmonnnn sleepyheadssss," he pleaded them, but even they were tired it seemed. Why was everybody so tired all the time?

He thought it was time to wake somebody up but who? Moments later, he was back inside his room, climbing onto Jack's bed, and plopping himself down onto his chest - hardly the first time he'd woken his brother up in such a way though he never was quite happy about it. "Hey, Jack! Geddup!"

Jack slept like a rock, exhausted from his night before. He had been up late last night watching a movie at his friends, and he walked home after... Waaaaay past even his weekend/friday night bedtime (which he fought every step of the way to get rid of), even though the morning after showed it was obvious he needed these limits, as he would be exhausted and often moody.

Jack was curled up under the covers, and only his head was visible above the bed. Even though the rain hadn't changed to snow, it was still freezing. Jack wore his Captain America pajama shirt, and red plaid fleece pajama pants. And just because it was cold, he wore black crew socks while he slept. If he didn't, his feet were solid blocks of ice by the morning. Even with the socks, a dull chill had set into his feet. He also slept with his stuffed dog against him, although that was under the covers. He didn't particularly CARE if Brad knew; he probably knew anyways. After all, they shared a room. Besides, what was he gonna do? Make fun of him? Jack would beat the crap out of him if he ever did...

Jack felt a soft, warm push on his lap, light a weight. Jack was so exhausted, he barley even registered it was Brad's attempt to wake him up. He rolled over on his right shoulder, facing the wall and window, which his bed was pushed up against. He movement could've thrown Brad of his balance like he planned to, but probably didn't roll him off the bed. Instead, it probably just tossed him over to the wall. But he wasn't thinking this clearly. His mind was murky and wanted sleep.

[Jakerz]

(Hey......I know im still busy and havent done the group RP yet...but Im gonna post here for a lil....for some reason I kinda just need to be Brad right now...)

Brad tumbled to the wall as his brother rolled over, taking him off his lap. Luckily Jack had rolled right and not left, which would have taken Brad right off the bed.

Why was Jack still trying to sleep? Didn't he know it was time to wake up? Brad never seemed to understand why everybody wasn't awake when he was. Though there were times Brad was so tired out from playing he'd have to be carried up to his bed by his oldest brother, when he was awake it seemed to never made sense to him that anybody else would need to sleep.

Frustrated in his attempts to wake Jack being thwarted Brad pouted and went for a new plan of attack. He crawled a bit further up before climbing back onto Jack's side (Brad certainly never had any limits of personal space.) Then he moved his finger forward and flicked Jack's cheek a couple times. "heyyyyy Jaaaaackkk!" he called, "Jack geddup! It's four days til Christmas!!!" he said excitedly.

What exactly Brad was hoping to accomplish even he didn't know. Either Jack got up and played with him, and Brad had somebody to play with, or Jack got annoyed....and annoying his brothers was Brad's favorite pastime when he DIDN'T have anybody to play with, so it was really a win/win either way. And plus if Jack didn't play with him then at least he'd be woken up so Brad would have his revenge. But Brad really WAS excited about Christmas. It was the best day of the entire year and it was coming up!

(Again, don't feel like you need to post here. But if being Brad does help, ill be happy to be Jack )

Jack was still at that point as a kid where when he was awake, he was awake. It didnt take much time for him to realize he wouldn't be going to sleep, and energy filled his body . He was about to open his eyes when he felt a couple of flicks on his cheek. He snapped up, grabbing Brad's arm which he had been flicked with. He pulled Brad down on the bed next to him, and wrapped an arm around brad, pulling him close into his chest. With his spare hand, he made a fist, and placed the knuckle of his thumb on Brads head. From here, Brad would find himself recieving a long, hard noogie.
"You little turd..." He smiled, laughing.

"I know! But it's not for another four days you poop!" He said angrily. "Why you wakin me up then?"

[Jakerz]

(Yea...it does. And by the way, I saw Big Hero 6 today and it was awwwesome :P)

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! geddofffameeee!" Brad cried out, as he squirmed and tried to escape his older brother's grip. It was no use though. Brad was three years younger, and small for his age even so. Even though Jack was still small himself, he did overpower Brad pretty easily. Desperately, Brad kicked Jack in the legs, just trying to get any shot in he could, and go down fighting, but he wasn't in much of a position to do anything. "Eeeevilllllllll!" he accused, as the noogie finally ended, and Brad was able to sit up quick away from his fist, as he finally giggled.

"Soooooo? It's Christmas Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!" he said with a grin, adding in a few extra eves. He had learned that 'eve' meant 'the night before' pretty recently and he was proud of the fact. "And erryone else is sleepin'!" Brad whined, "Im boooooored" he said, though it had only been a few minutes he'd been awake.

(Just saw it a few days ago... Actually one of my favorite Disney movies I think...)

Jack held Brad tight. The noogie probably would've lasted longer if Brad hadn't managed to give Jack a dead leg.
"Ow..." He winced, grabbing his leg, which was numb. He couldn't move it.
"Frickin stupid head!" He said, punching Brad in the arm as he retreated. He sat for a few more seconds, hding his leg until the pain started to recede.
"Not that many eves, stupid! It would be Christmas Eve eve eve eve eve... Or, wait..." He said, thinking. He sat up, leaning up against the wall, and scratched his head, in thought.

[Jakerz]

(yeaaaaa it was so so good!!)

Brad laughed when Jack grabbed his leg - he had actually managed to get him! "Ha ha!!" he taunted his brother - at least until Jack punched him in the arm.

He tried to back away but wasn't fast enough. That stopped his taunting as he clutched his arm. To be honest it hadn't been a really hard punch, but Brad tended to be a bit of a 'baby' sometimes - well, maybe more than sometimes, which could make it hard to play rough with him. "Owwww Jack, that hurt!" he whined, pouting as if a great injustice had been done to him. He rubbed his arm dramatically, but with only Jack awake there was nobody there to tell him to stop hurting his brother.

It didn't take Brad long to move on though, as he realized that not even his brother could figure out the Eve puzzle. "HA!" Brad said pointing his finger at Jack. "You dunno neither, so YOU'RE stupid!" he said triumphantly, sticking his tongue out at Jack and forgetting about his arm.

"Shut up Brad!" He snapped. "It's... Christmas Eve eve eve eve." He said, thinking for a second, then nodding. "Yeah, that's it." He said triumphantly, still absent-mindedly rubbing his leg. He was mad about that lucky shot brad ha got. He had hit his leg in JUST the right spot.

"You're gonna cry about it? Stop being a baby." Jack said, rolling his eyes. Brad always did this. He always annoyed him and got on his nerves, and would cry the second Jack ever did something back. It was never fair how HE always got yelled at and Brad almost never did.
"And I'm stupid..." He mumbled, pulling his stuffed dog out of the covers and putting it against the wall, near his pillow.

[Jakerz]

Brad shrugged about the eve thing. "I knoww that!" he said, as if it was obvious. He didn't know what was right, but he didn't want Jack to win. "Thas' whatti said anyway" he lied, as he sat on the foot of the bed, facing Jack.

Brad pouted as Jack caught on to his whining. He hated when Jack called him a baby. That was his least favorite word. It did at least stop Brad from crying, though he sounded a little close as he argued "Noooooooooo! Im NOT cryingg.....and Im NOT a baby...." Brad says as he hopped off the bed onto his feet, glaring at his brother, and once again rubbing his arm to show his brother how much it hurt.

"Anywayss, YOURE the baby...." Brad said defensively, pointing to Jack's stuffed dog. Brad slept with one too but he was only six and so it was ok. But Jack was 9. Really, Brad didn't see a problem with it but he sensed that Jack might and so he tried to use it against him.

"You didn't know that!" Jack shot back, rolling his eyes at Brad. Jack was on his knees know, and sat back, legs under him and butt on the back of his legs. He crossed his arms again, and looked around. The room was still rather dark, with only a nightlight (which happened to be placed between their two beds, but Jack would never say it had been intentional), which provided minimal light. The rest of the room was dark, except for the rectangle of pale grey light from the window that threw itself across the bed and much of the floor, reaching about half way to the bed room door.
"And that's not what you said." He said, making a face a Brad.

"You were JUST being a baby about it. Stop holding it if it doesn't hurt then." Jack said evenly, crossing his arms. He looked at brad standing next to his bed, and sighed as brad almost stepped on one of his toy trucks. There werent a lot of them, but jack never put them away, and they always had a way of appearing under his foot when he was walking around. He glanced to his right out the window as thunder sounded, letting a little yelp escape his mouth as he jumped to the side, almost falling off his bed.

"So what?" He shot back angrily, brad hitting a sensitive spot. "You have one too. And yours is bigger. At least mines a dog, that's cooler than your... You have a bear?" He asked, not quite sure what his brother had.
"Besides, I don't care l-..." Jack trailed off as it happened. When he was really little, he always had trouble pronouncing "L"s and "R"s... Sonetimes he stuttered and sometimes he just couldn't form the letter altogether... It had been a rare occurrence when he was younger, nothing big enough to be labeled as any speech problem. At least that's what the speech teacher had said at school. But it rarely happened now that he was nine. Rhe only times it really happened was if he got aggravated, scared, or really mad. In this instance, he wasnt sure which it had been to cause it. But either way, his face burned, and he knew his cheeks would be bright red.
"Shut UP!" He said weakly before Brad said something, although he wasnt sure if it would stop Brad. Brad was really close to getting hit.