Just Because I mess with you doesnt mean I like you! Or does it.... (Joe Walker)

"Where's my omelet?" I whined, sitting on a couch next to Brian Rosenthal and Joe Walker. Yes, THE Brosenthal and Joe Walker. Brian Rosenthal is my annoying, tall, and gangly brother, Brian Rosenthal. And Joe was pretty much my best guy friend, not boyfriend not a couple, just a guy friend. Just as simple as that.

"I just made you one!” Brian replied, whining with his head lolled onto my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, “Make me another one!” I said it with defiance, as if it were obvious.

After a small staring contest, he puffs out his breath, “Fine.”
"How did he live with you for 18 years?" Joe asked me curiously, watching Keeping Up with The Kardashians with much interest.

"So, you’re saying that I'm not a person that you could live with for 18 years? Meanie!" I laughed, “All I did is order him to make me omelets for 18 years. Not that bad!”

"True,” Joe told me, “Do you ever say a bad word? And, if I were Brosenthal’s brother, he’d be my mini-punching bag. Just saying.”

As I opened my mouth to reply, Brian yelled from his spot in the kitchen, “I’m taller than you, Joe!”

Joe rolled his eyes in the direction of the kitchen, “At least I don’t flash my tummy to get people to chat me!” He argued with Brian.

Brian stuck his head out the kitchen door, “One time, I did that one time! Those girls love my abs!”

"What abs?” Joe snickered, changing the channel as a commercial came on.

"I will pour her omelet on you." Brian threatened him as he walked back into the living room.

"I'm wearing a hat." Joe replied smugly, though he looked up with some worry.
"What’s new?” Brian says softly as he walks out with a pan in his hand. Suddenly, he poured it all over Joe. I would’ve said, “My omelet!” But instead, I just laughed. And laughed…

But I stopped abruptly when Joe ran his hands all over his shirt, hat, and shoulders and then attacked me with it. “I’m in white!” I shrieked, jumping off from my spot on the couch and staring at Joe, who was now on the floor from the bounce I’d created on the couch.

"What did he do this time?" Rj and Darren asked at the same time, walking into the house.

I turned to show them my yellow shirt.

"Omelets.” They laughed together, nodding once in sync. How did they do that?

I let out a little puff of annoyance, muttering, “I only wanted an omelet.” As I walked up the stairs, and took a long, hot shower, procrastinating getting out of the shower.

I changed into a dark blue shirt and some jean capris. Just as I finished getting dressed, the door opened, and there stood Omelet Boy himself-Joe.

"Looks like I missed a show." He smirked at me.

"As if I don’t remember the last time you tried to see me in the shower." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"That was during MAMD and I was acting like Joey, when I said that last time Addie slapped me." He replied, sounding a little worried from the memory.
"She slapped you like that one girl did for an act on So You Think You Can Dance."

"I remembered that one, poor man." I sighed, and then laughed picturing that moment in my head again.

"I need to get this out of my hair." He said, with an exasperated sigh, and went over to start the shower.

I walked out and went to Jim's bathroom, which was the closest. I finished doing my hair and cleaned the shower, since he left orange and banana peels there…that’s normal. I took out the garbage in the kitchen then plopped down on the couch. "Jim, your bathroom is now clean and it should stay clean for two weeks or I'm never cleaning it again."

"I'll kick you out of Jim and the Povolos then." He replied, grinning, as he searched through TV Channels.

"You don't even sing in the band!" I cried.

"So, it has my name in it." He got up, grabbed an orange and went to his bathroom.

"He is now mad and will take a long shower and he will probably leave the orange peel on the floor." I sighed.

“Hey, I'm going shopping, need anything?” Brian asked me, walking out of the kitchen and waiting in front of me. He had his yellow sunglasses on his face and keys in his hand.

“I need more hair crap. Just hair ties and hair spray.”
"Alright, see you. I’m not getting anything else for anyone else.”

"Addie and Joey need stuff they live at the house."

"I'll text them!" He said while walking out the door. He sounded annoyed.

"Love ya."

"Hate you!"
I laughed, “Goodbye!”

"See you at the house, little sister."

"Six Months. Brian. I’m younger than you by six months!” I yelled after him.

"You’re still my little sister,” and he slammed the door shut. To end the conversation....I grabbed my car keys and went outside to drive to the house.






I know have a new correcter person!!

mkay bye!!!!!