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"Ridge, hold still or I swear to god I will shove this bottle up your ass!"
My threat doesn't seem to faze him because he gives me a cheeky grin, pulling me to him so that I'm standing between his legs, "Kinky."
I apply a little pressure on his wound, causing him to yelp in pain. Satisfied, I start cleaning up the wound removing the blood stains and dirt from the sides. The cut doesn't look too deep, so I just need to cover it to prevent any sort of infection. He wraps his arms around my thighs, grumbling under his breath, "So demanding."
I chuckle under my breath, placing a kiss on his hair. I apply some antiseptic and cover it with a sterile gauze so that the cream works better. Stepping away from his grasp, I hand him some painkiller and a glass of water I had kept near the bedside.
He takes it from my hands and swallows the pill in one go, putting the glass beside me. We walk out of the washroom, and head straight downstairs where all of our friends are waiting, patiently, dare I say.
We walk down the stairs, carefully, me supporting Ridge since he has a sprain in his ankle. As soon as we reach down, everyone gets up, including Whis.
Aunt Veronica, Nathan and Dave had gone out for the day, along with dad and Cherry and Martha had left so we had the house all to ourselves.
Whis runs towards us and jumps up on Ridge, his paws reaching his chest. Ridge smiles admiringly, removing his arm from around my waist to crouch down. He scratches Whis' ears, playing with him before he kisses his head and stands back up.
We take a seat on the couch, my eyes looking at everyone's dejected expression.
"How did this even happen?" Eric asks, worry clear in his voice.
Ridge releases a deep sigh, running his hands through his hair, "From what Tony told me, Samuel was high when we were racing. He had taken high amount of drugs before the race, that's why he lost control on the track. I had noticed something was off with him mid race, that's why I had lowered my speed. Or else, I don't even know what would've happened."
My breath hitches in my throat, my hands holding his in a tight grip. I don't even want to imagine what would've gone wrong if he had not taken a precautionary step mid race.
"Drugs. That's what the problem is always," Tanner scoffs, a sour expression plastered on his face. Em notices his discomfort, so she wraps her arm around his, giving him a small smile.
"So, what will happen to Samuel now?" Bruce, who's been quiet all this while, questions.
"Don't know anything except for the fact that he was rushed to the hospital since he hit his head pretty hard. He might have a few fractured bones, and a concussion," Ridge replies, putting his feet atop the table, wincing a little.
"Do you want something? Ice or anything else?" I whisper in his ear, so that only he can hear me.
"I'm fine. I don't need anything baby, " He refuses, "Stop stressing yourself so much."
"Easy for you to say. I didn't come back from a near death experience," I retort, rolling my eyes at his carefree behavior. He presses his lips to my temple, pulling me to his side with the arm wrapped around my waist.
"I'm not going to leave your side anytime soon, so don't worry," he murmurs, giving me a quick kiss.
"If you guys are done flirting, can we get to the matter at hand?" Ashton interrupts, giving us a funny look.
I roll my eyes, not bothering to reply.
"What are we talking about?" Ridge asks.
"Pizza or Chinese? Because I'm starving!" Bruce groans, lips forming a pout.
"Chinese!" Ashton announces.
"Sorry, but we'll get pizza this time!" Erica gives him a top-sweet smile, ruffling his hair, "We had chinese last night."
"I need food. I don't fucking care about the type," Bruce states, "I just need to stuff my mouth with lots and lots of calories so that I get the motivation to hit the gym when I start expanding."
"It's always food, isn't it?" Trish gives him a dry look.
"Well, priorities sweet cheeks." He winks at her.
"By the time you guys decide what to eat, all the places will be closed so I'm getting myself something to drink," Tanner announces, getting up from his place,"Anyone want something?"
And they all start talking about what to drink, pizza and chinese completely forgotten. Why do they even bother?
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"Look, I have such an amazing idea to prank these boys!" I yell, capturing everyone's attention. We are in Erica's house currently. Since it is a Sunday, we had decided to chill inside.
"Those, I-just-pulled-it-out-of-my-ass prank?" Em's eyes widen in horror, "Sorry to say, but I don't want to die this early. And I'm too beautiful to die because of a stupid prank."
"You won't die this time, shut up!" I exclaim, "and last time was a mistake. I didn't think that the bucket would hit you on the head instead of Tanner."
"Guys, as much as this is fun, how about we talk about the prank?" Faye interrupts, laughing lowly.
"Ah, thank you for saying that!" Kira smiles gratefully, "or they would've gone about this prank for hours."
Right, so listen carefully." And I tell them everything, how to go about it and execute the plan. They all grin wickedly when I'm done.
"Honey, you're a genius," Trish exclaims.
"I know." I wink at her.
"Right, the boys have gone out to get some snacks, right? Se we have the time to set everything up!" Em squeals, clapping her hands together in excitement.
It doesn't take us long to set everything up. I just had to connect Erica's laptop with the living room television, since we had decided to watch a movie after everyone comes back.
The boys are in for a bang. Literally.
I hear the front door opening, and then their loud laughter echoing in the hallway. Time to put my plan to action.
"Babe!" Eric's voice yells, making Kiara's ears perk up. She gives us a wicked grin, walking out of the room. Em, Faye and Trish walk downstairs to keep the boys downstairs so that Erica and I can get everything ready.
I hear their chatter from the stairs, making sure that I'm out of everyone's vision. As soon as they switch on the television, I signal Erica to do her thing. She winks at me, mouthing on it babe, and walks to their mom's room.
I run inside her room, which is directly in front of her mom's room and sit in front of the laptop. I had connected the tv screen to the laptop so that I can operate it from here. Tanner had taught me how to do this. Poor fella, how naive of him to teach me something that's gonna bite them in the ass.
One click here, and anything of my choice plays on the tv. Right now, they are surfing through YouTube. But let's see how long it stays that way.
I hear Erica and her mom come out of the room, "Mom, you gotta see this. You'll love it. I'm sure."
"You guys are so energetic everyday. Let me just sleep in peace," I stifle a chuckle when I hear her mom grumble about kids being so stubborn these days.
As soon as they walk down the stairs, I open the video, and click on the play button. Running out of the room hastily I bolt downstairs when I hear the sounds of the porn video playing through the speakers. The girl's moaning and the asking the guy to go faster.
Their mom stills, and so do the boys when they realise what's happening.
"ERIC DANIELS! WHAT IS THIS DISGUSTING THING THAT I'M SEEING?" Their mom yells, switching off the television from the plug socket, "This is what you guys do down here when you're together?"
"What?" he cries out, "No, no, no mom. This is not me. I don't even watch porn. I don't even know what porn is." His face looks pale, like he's seen a ghost. All the othe boys are standing at their places, completely still and stiff. No one dares to move.
"What's wrong? Did I miss something?" I feign curiousness, trying my best to not laugh. From the corner of my eyes, Erica passes me a wink.
"It must be Erica! She also lives here, and she's a teenager," Eric yells, running his hands through his hair.
"Excuse me?" She glares at him, "I don't need such things. Besides, why would I use the living room tv to watch porn?"
"I don't know what this is but you, Mr. Daniels" she pauses, her eyes menacing and full of anger, "are grounded for the next ten years. And you boys, stay away from each other please. This is not a brothel, it's my goddamn home."
With that, she walks away, leaving all Eric with his mouth agape like a fish, eyes literally popping out of his sockets. As soon as she's out of the room, walking upstairs, I burst into hysterics, clutching my stomach tightly.
All the girls burst into fits of laughter, joining me. I try to stop myself from laughing but fail miserably and take a seat on the couch so that I don't fall down from excessive bouts of laughter.
This was gold.
"You," Eric points a finger at me, taking a step forward, jaw clenched, "and you," he then points his finger towards Erica, "and all of you," he whispers looking at all of us, "why me?"
"Sorry honey," Kiara walks to him, kissing him, controlling her laughter, "but you guys looked like you shit your pants, so it was all worth it."
"You planned this," Ridge says, his words coming out more like a statement than a question.
"Guilty as charged," I smirk, putting hands above in the air. He shakes his head, but I catch a small smile falling on his lips.
Eric plops down on the couch, groaning, "Mum's gonna kill me after you guys are gone."
"Don't worry bro," Bruce starts, placing his hands on Eric's shoulder sympathetically, "we'll wear pink at your funeral."
"And I'll stand in the corner, holding an umbrella, and wear all black so that everyone things you were a person who died with a big secret," Ashton adds.
"And I'll make sure that your coffin is pink, not the usual wood colour," Neil smiles like Cheshire cat.
"What- that's- fuck!" He stammers, pulling his hair in his hands, "Are you guys nuts?"
"We have nuts, but we are not nuts," Ridge smirks, sliding his hands in his pocket.
"And then people say girls are crazy," Em comments, throwing herself on the sofa, "They certainly haven't met these bunch of morons."
"Morons who watch porn in the living room," Faye laughs, sitting down next to me.
"That was all you," Eric accuses, glaring at me.
"Can't say I regret it," I shrug my shoulders, smiling cheekily, "I'd prank you boys all day if I could. But I'm too lazy to think of something everyday."
"Thank you Jesus," Tanner sighs out in relief, looking up at the sealing.
I roll my eyes at him, "You don't even believe in God, Tan."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," He mumbles, plopping down next to Eric, "Also, if you play a prank on us again, one of us will surely die. Don't you remember that bucket prank?"
"Ugh," Em groans, closing her eyes tight, "Don't even remind me. I can still feel that motherfucking bucket falling and hitting my head."
"What prank? I want to know!" Bruce exclaims.
And that's how I dive right into the story, telling them how Em had survived a near death experience caused by a damn bucket.
Ah, such fun times they were!
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One chapter to go and then we are through with the book. I'm already sad, because I don't wanna let go of them, especially Bruce and Ridge oof!
Next update soon,
Till then,
Stay Safe and Stay Happy! <3