We were born for each other.
"Not again!" I hear our mother's voice through the haze of the morning sleep. My senses are assaulted by a blast of cold air as the blanket is ripped off of us, jolting me awake. "Ethan and Noah Blake, what have I told you about sleeping in your own beds?" she continues, her dressing-down of us ruining what just moments ago could've been a pleasant, comfortable start for a day off from school.
My brother stirs next to me, and I can tell he's irritated by the way our mom is berating us for something we've been doing for basically our whole lives. "Did you consider that maybe we don't want to sleep in separate beds?" I see Ethan's feeling particularly brave today, to challenge our mother like this. Usually we just apologise, and lie about not doing it again. Our parents of course know that we will just keep doing it, but they usually let us off the hook with that. It's not like they have many other options, as our house isn't big enough for us to have our own separate rooms.
"I do not appreciate your tone with me, young man!" our mother Sarah starts, not backing off from being challenged by Ethan.
"I'm sorry mom, we won't do it again..." I interject before my brother has a chance to continue. And sure as I knew it, our mother's posture melts down in front of my placating offer. Crisis averted for now.
"See, Ethan? You should really take some notes from Noah, he at least knows how to behave. I just want what's best for you..." she trails off as she leaves us to our own devices. The last thing we hear is "Breakfast in fifteen!" after she's already left the room.
My brother sticks out his tongue at me. "What am I going to take notes on, how to munch our mom's butt?" he says while grinning from ear to ear. I shove him off the bed playfully, and he springs up and lands on his feet. My eyes suddenly get caught in the front of his pajama pants, where I'm sure I can see a hint of a tenting bulge, before he spins around and my vision becomes completely obscured by his blanket that he's thrown over me.
I thrash to tear away the blanket on me, and when I finally succeed, my sight is restored to the view of Ethan shaking his bare bottom at me as he's bending over with his briefs down. I immediately react to his mooning by slapping his dangling butt, causing him to jolt forward with a yelp. "Calm down you stupid monkey," I tell him as he's pulling his underwear back up. It's been a while since he's been in this rowdy of a mood.
"Well, I can't help it if you're too much of an idiot to stand up to Mrs. Tyrant. Who knows when our parents actually find a way to stop us?" my brother says and pulls up his sweatpants to cover his lower half. I get up from his bed and change out of my pajamas as well.
"They haven't so far, so there's no reason to think they'd start now," I say as Ethan quickly makes his bed. The two of us depart into the bathroom to brush our teeth.