Jake's POV -
"Tobias, get the door."
"No, you get it," Tobias hits back, sounding irritated. We're both sprawled out in the living room, aimlessly watching the television.
"Dude I can't move without feeling like I'm snapping something. Answer the door before I drop kick you." I reply, rolling my eyes in his direction. Tobias huffs and stands off the couch, dusting off his clothes.
"Lazy good for nothing i***t," he mutters under his breath, loud enough for me to hear it. I grab the cushion behind my head and swing it at him. It hits his head hard before bouncing off the floor and I laugh loudly, wincing a little from the pain in my sides.
"Hey!" He yells, disappearing out the doorway to answer the door. I hear him chatting quietly before the door slams shut and he walks in holding two
