#Chapter76
The Harper boys
Tori
/"Get off my head!/" Deacon said.
I sat on his head and smacked it. /"You shouldn't have squirted me with a hose./" I whacked his head again.
You're wondering why I'm sitting on Deacon's head. Let me backtrack and explain what happened.
I was in my bedroom, searching for a book, when Deacon yelled. I ignored him because he always yells.
/"Tori! If you don't answer me, I'll take your bras and use them as a slingshot!/"
I moaned and poked my head out of my bedroom window as water sprayed me in the face. I drew my head inside, sprinting out of my room and out of the house. I tackled Deacon to the ground, sat on his head, and smacked the shit out of him. It brings us to our current situation.
/"Get off my head!/"
I whacked him in the head a few good times before getting off him.
Deacon stood and rubbed the back of his head. /"Damn, Tori. Why must you hit so hard?/"
