In the few days leading up to you parents holiday, you couldn't help but think of all the torture you were going to put Lewis through. They be would leaving that tonight while you and he were asleep. It was quarter past midnight, and you were still awake, listening for the sound of your parents leaving the house, waiting for the three weeks of freedom that it would symbolise. You tiredness is overwhelming you, in the fight to stay awake you are losing. Your eyes close and you fall into a deep sleep...
...You awake, quite refreshed, when morning comes. You sit up immediatley and look at the clock. It was 10am. As you roll out of bed and begin to get dressed you remember. The excitement fills you, had they left? You throw on the rest of your clothes and run into you parents room that overlooks the driveway. They had. You punch the air in satisfaction.
"HEY ASH, COME DOWN STAIRS!" you hear from downstairs, Lewis had obviously heard you get up. Perfect, you thought, just the person you wanted to torture for the next three weeks. You walk downstairs and into the living room.
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