I woke up on the couch with my laptop on my lap. I sat up and rubbed my eye. I groaned, then yawned. I wanted to sleep forever at the moment. Ryan came from downstairs. "Hey I.L." He said. I could tell he was tired, too. "What time is it?" I asked him. I finally stopped yawning and stretching. Ryan looked at his phone. "5:22am." He told me. "You can go back to sleep if you want. I just came down here to edit a few things. Nothing special." He said. "No, no, no. I wanna. But I'm tired." I complained. He laughed a bit. "Matt is still asleep." He said. "So's Mark." He finished. A lightbulb went off. "Where are the markers." I asked. Ryan spun around and looked at me. "Cliche move." He said. He knew what I was doing.
"Over here." He rambled through the drawer. He walked over and handed me a marker, keeping one for himself. "I'll do Mark. If you want." Ryan said. "I'll do Matt." I said. He nodded.
we headed upstairs.
I drew a dog nose on Matt's actual nose followed by ears on his forehead. Trying to represent the snapchat filter as best as I could. I then wrote "GOOFED YA!" On each eyelid. Matt was a heavy sleeper. But still, what I was doing was risky. He's gonna be pissed.
Matt was waking up.
I sat next to him.
"Hey." He said. He hadn't noticed. That's good.
"Hi." I said.
Matt looked at his alarm. Matt groaned. "I needa edit in a bit." He groaned. "I can edit a few SuperMega videos if you want." I suggested.
"You don't have to." He said. "I'm gonna anyways." I said.
"You just go to the bathroom and get ready." I said. I kissed his forehead. Matt sat up and headed to the bathroom.
"WHAT THE HELL, RYAN!" Mark screamed.
I laughed. "What was that about?" Matt asked. "GO FIND OUT!" I screamed. He walked to the bathroom where Mark had screamed. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" He yelled. Ryan ran into the room where I was a laughing mess. "3, 2, 1!" Ryan told us. We ran into the bathroom. "GOOFED YAAA!!" We screamed. Followed by sentences such as
"Guys are you kidding!"
"I have to record, doofus!"
"You gon goofed us."
"What a nice way to wake up."
I looked at Mark's face. He just had dicks. Dicks everywhere. With Ryan's signature on his forehead.
Classic Ry.
"DICKHEAD!" I screamed.
"DICK-HEAD! DICK-HEAD!" Ryan and I chanted throwing out hands up and down in the air with each word. We left the two gents in the bathroom to clean up while we went down back into the kitchen.
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We all sat at the table eating pancakes made by me.
Mark slammed his hands in the table, scaring all of us.
"GUESS WHAT CAME IN?!" He asked with a crazed look in his eyes. We all stared at each other for a moment. "What?" Matt asked.
"The cards."