"What's this?!" a familiar voice shouted and I woke with a jolt. I looked up and saw my brother standing in the doorway. I tried to move but found that Axel was practically lying on top of me. His head was settled on my chest and his arm was resting over my stomach, pinning me down. I slapped the i***t awake and he muttered something about how the alien army was after him before rolling onto his back.
"Get up," I insisted and he turned the other way, burying his head in the pillow.
"What?" he asked in his morning voice.
"What is this?" Dylan repeated from the doorway.
"Calm down," I grumbled as I sat up. "He came over last night and I told him to just sleep over."
"And why couldn't he sleep on the couch? Or in my room? Or in the basement?" my brother asked.
"Why are you freaking out?
