And The Storm Rages On (Part 3)

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Part 3 of the jobros story/quiz. . . Hope you like water!


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  • 1. 
    ((a/n all results are written like you got that particular brother’s result last time… if they don’t make sense… shoot me later…)) The next morning you pull yourself out of bed at eight, and make yourself as presentable as possible. When you make it down the stairs to the kitchen, your aunt is buzzing around the kitchen. You sit at the kitchen table and lay your head on your arms with a groan. “Good morning, _______,” Your Uncle says, sounding a bit too cheery for the morning. You look up to glare at him. “Morning yes, good debatable.” He laughs and ruffles your hair like you’re six again. “Attack of the jet lag?” You nod before putting your head back down and speaking into the table. “It’s a evil and ruthless monster that preys on little girls and purple monkeys.” “And Rockstars,” another voice says, laced with humor. You look up through bleary eyes to see Joe with the same tired expression. “Yeah, Rockstars too.” Your aunt laughs, which always sounded like a song to you. “I know it’s not the brightest morning in the world, but you guys will just have to be a little cheerier or I’ll kick you out of my kitchen.” “Good luck kicking Joe out of a kitchen,” An equally tired Nick says, sliding onto the bench seat next to you. Joe glares at his brother, but doesn’t argue. “Do you cook for everybody every day?” Your aunt smiles. “Yes, but only Breakfast and Dinner. If you’re not in the dining room to get it you’re on your own.” “What about lunch?” Nick wants to know. “That’s up to you,” She answers. “There’s left overs in the refrigerator on the first two shelves, as well as sandwich stuff. Or you can go into town.” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Today I will make lunch since I doubt anyone will be going out. “Definitely not,” A new voice agrees. Your twenty year old cousin gives his mom a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, Cuz!” You stand to give him a hug. “I barely made it across the bridge before the sheriff closed it off, it’s pretty flooded.” Joe and Nick exchange a worried glance. “You really shouldn’t have come, Mark.” Your Uncle is saying. He shrugs. “I’m used to it.” At that point, Kevin, who quite obviously just got out of bed, finally manages to make it to the kitchen. You try not to laugh at his disheveled hair as he slumps down in a chair. You hear a barely discernable moan from behind his hands as he rubs his face. Joe looks over at him. “Yes, it’s great to see you too.” You shake your head and watch Mark sneak around his mom to grab two cream filled pastries. He tosses one to you with a wink.  “What’s that?” Kevin asks you quietly. You smile and break yours in half. “Amazing.” “It’s called amazing?” Joe asks with a raised eyebrow. “No,” You say. “It is the embodiment of amazing. If amazing was a food, this would be it.” “It’s true though” Mark said taking a bite. “What are you guys talking about?” Your aunt asks turning. “Mark! You’re not supposed to be eating those right now!”  Without a word, you and Kevin hide yours under the table while Mark tries to defend himself.  She shakes her head at him. “I can’t trust you in here, go set the table.” She opens the refrigerator. “What smoothie do you guys want?”  You perk up. “Oh, I want Strawberry banana.”  She hands you the jug of the thick pink liquid. “Boys?”  Kevin shakes his head. “No thanks.”  She looks at him. “You need your fruits and vegetables. These are all natural smoothies with no additives. So come choose one.”  Kevin opens his mouth to protest and you shake your head in horror from behind your aunt. “Yes ma’am.” He finally mumbles, getting up to see his options while his brothers share amused glances. Once the food is done, you join the rest of the guests in the dining room for breakfast. After breakfast you find yourself in the living room with not much to do because of the rain. You were playing solitaire when Kevin walked in, equally bored. You watch him look out the window and wonder what he’s thinking.  Want to go for a walk?”  Your mouth drops. “A walk? It’s raining.”  He shrugs. “So? It’s not that bad anymore.”
    • A. 

      “I didn’t bring a jacket with me.”

    • B. 

      “But you might get a cold.”

    • C. 

      “Won’t your brothers be worried?”

  • 2. 
    He leans against the wall next to the door. “You might want to get some shoes on before we go.” You look down at your flip flops. “You’re not giving a choice are you?” He shakes his head with a smile. “Hurry up!” You laugh and head up the stairs, running into Nick as you turn the corner. “Oops, sorry!” “Where to in a hurry?” He asks. You roll your eyes. “Kevin wants to go for a walk.” He laughs as he passes you, diet coke in hand. As soon as you get back downstairs, Kevin hops up and heads outside. You snatch one of your aunt’s coats off the coat stand and follow him. Outside, Kevin stand with his arms outstretched, palms facing up. He smiles at you. “I love the rain.” You laugh. “I can tell.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you out from under the awning. “Come on.” “Alright, this way,” you say, leading him towards the hiking trails. The two of you make your way up the small wooded rise to where you can see the water falling on the lake. The usually calm lake was full of waves, few of which turned white as they peaked. You pulled your now damp hair out of your face as the wind fought you. Kevin watches you with amusement. “What do you usually do here” You point to the lake. “Usually I’m on a jet ski right now, but you can see how that’s a problem.” He nods before a smirk crosses his face. “Kevin? What are you thinking?” “Race you the lake!” He calls breaking into a run. “Hey that’s cheating, you had warning!” You call after him, before running after him. You loose sight of him in the trees as the two of you head for the turbulent water. Reaching the edge of the forest, you stop. You skim the waterfront, but there’s no sign of Kevin. “Hey, Kev?” You call out, but there’s no response.
    • A. 

      What a punk, I can’t believe he ditched me! After dragging me out in the rain too…

    • B. 

      Where did he find so much energy?

    • C. 

      Um… it’s cold out here…

  • 3. 
    You take a few slow steps out of the trees, and feel two arms wrapping around your waist. You scream and whip your head around as Kevin hoist you up, and starts walking towards the water. “Kevin! Don’t you dare!” You scream at him, flailing your arms around. You consider kicking his shins, but decide it’s not worth being dropped. He shifts his arms so he’s carrying you like a baby doll. “Kevin, really, I can go swimming another time, when it’s warm, and I have a swimsuit on, and… when I want to?” He laughs, his mouth right by your ear, as he steps onto the dock. “There’s no sharp rock s around here are there?” You whimper, clinging to his neck. “Uh, yeah, lots of them, really sharp, like I could die.”  You lean over a bit to look over the edge of the dock, with your arms still locked around him for safety. “What if I said I can’t swim?” He manages to laugh even harder. “You’re a really bad liar, but just to be safe, I better go in.” “Yeah!” You nod your head vigorously. “Great idea, so if you just put me down…” Your last sentence was interrupted by him taking that last step off the dock.
    • A. 

      He didn’t!

    • B. 

      AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! (I think you just made Kevin deaf in one ear…)

    • C. 

      What a goof!

  • 4. 
    The two of you hit the cold water with a splash. You feel Kevin’s grip loosen so both of you could make it to the surface. You sputter up the top and splash his face in mock anger. “Do you have any idea how cold it is in here?” You ask through chattering teeth. He nods, also shaking. “I think I may have figured it out.” You attempt to glare at him while clinging to the dock, but the shivering kind of ruined the effect. He manages to have enough breath to laugh before pulling himself ot of the water. Leaning down, he reaches out a hand for you. “C’mon, lets get some dry clothes on.”  “Okay,” Once you’re out of the water you add. “No thanks to you.”  He wraps an arm around you as if to keep you warm despite him being just as soaked and sighs. “That was fun.”
    • A. 

      “No, that was ridiculous!”

    • B. 

      “Yeah, it was.”

    • C. 

      “I would say, let’s do it again, but I’m leaning towards hot chocolate.”

  • 5. 
    You arrive back at the house to see Mark and Joe on the porch with a raised eyebrows. Joe opens his mouth, then closes it, deciding to just shake his head in bewilderment. “Do I want to know?” You cousin asks.  “Probably not,” You answer.  He shakes his head. “I’ll let you guys in the garage. Mom will kill you if you come in the house that wet.”  In the garage, the two of you huddle around a space heater for warmth before Mark and Joe return with dry clothes for both of you. You duck around your uncle’s truck to change.  “So…” Kevin starts.  You pull your shirt over your head. “So?”  “You’re not mad at me right?”  You smile, at the slight worry in his voice. “No of course not, it was fun. I’m glad I’m dry, but it was fun. You decent?”  “Yeah.”  You make your way around the truck to see him dropping his clothes in the washer. You shove your clothes in after him before the two of you head inside. Still cold, it only took five minutes before you were both sitting at the fireplace with hot chocolate clutched in both hands. Joe joins you moments later with his own mug. Sitting next to you, he reaches out his hand and drops a couple small marshmallows in your cup. Kevin holds his mug out from your other side to receive his own share of mallows while the three of you sit in silence. Watching the mesmerizing flames, you barely notice when Nick takes the last seat on the couch next to Kevin. Your aunt glances in the room, but decides not to say anything when she sees all for of you leaning forward towards the heat. Without even really thinking about it you lean over slightly so your head rests on Kevin’s shoulder for just a second. He leans back onto the couch and places his arm around you to pull you with him. You lean your head onto his shoulder comfortably  He presses his forehead on the top of your head and whispers in amusement. “Your wet hair is soaking through me shirt.”  “Oh sorry.”  You start to move away, but his hand tightens on your shoulder, so you relax again.
    • A. 

      You know… he’s kind of old for me…

    • B. 

      Aww… he’s so adorable… in a cute guy sort of way… not like a puppy…

    • C. 

      So… this is really cute… but what about the other two?