I Have Been Given a Wedgie
From the POV of Jaxon.
"What do you mean?" Jaxon asked in his nightmare. "Jaxon, they crashed. They were pronounced dead at the scene," his uncle said, towering over even him. Jaxon felt his eyes water, and he kept thinking in his dream, "It gets easier," while he kept saying, "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" In a flash, he was at the morgue. His mom was on the left table, her skin pale. Her long brown hair, which had always been so lush, was matted with blood. There were bruises on her arms where she had tried to stop the impact of her face on the dash. She would have made it, too...except a glass shard had went deep into her head. His father, with his broad body and short brown hair, had a massive dent in his head. He had slammed his head on the wheel. "That's them," Jaxon had said in his dream. Then he walked out and woke up. "Mom, Dad!" he called, like he always did with that nightmare, and then he remembered. "Gone, Jaxon, they're gone," he told himself. He rose, and dressed. He splashed cold water on his face, then walked into the hall. He went to Creston and Trys first. Creston was buried deep in Trys' chest, and Trys had his arm drawn over his little brother's shoulder. "They would be proud," he said, and then he went to Rusy and Kayden. He said it again, like he had, everyday, for the past three years, since the first day he had to wake up early to go to work. "Yeah?" he asked Kayden three hours later, at nine, when he came. "Rusy won't wake up, but I don't wanna wake him up, because he might get mad, so-" "Yes," Jaxon cut him off, grinning, messing up his hair. They went straight to Kayden and Rusy's room, then Jaxon told Kayden to be quiet as he crept up on Rusy. He was sleeping in nothing but his white boxers, snoring lazily with both arms crossed as a pillow. Jaxon grabbed the back of his boxers. "One," he said, and he gave them a little tug. "Two," and another little tug. "Three!" he yelled and he jerked them up Rusy's back. "Ah!" Rusy yelped, surprised. "Morning, little brother," Jaxon said. "Let me go!" Rusy barked. "Hey, Kayden, has he been mean lately?" Jaxon asked, looking over his shoulder. "Well..." Kayden began. Rusy gave him a harsh look, but Jaxon gave him a jerk and he didn't say anything. "Yeah," Kayden decided. "Liar!" Rusy shouted, but Jaxon just spun him around by the back of his boxers. "Jaxon, come on!" Rusy screamed as Jaxon put him on the bed. "So what did he do to you?" Jaxon asked. "He gave me an atomic wedgie!" Kayden exclaimed. Jaxon considered he might be lying-he probably was-but then he decided that he needed to mess with Rusy. So he squared off with Rusy's shoulders and asked, "Ready, buddy?" He pulled up on his brother's boxers, sharply, so sharply they ripped, leaving a giant hole by the waistband. Kayden burst out laughing, Rusy just laid there wide-eyed, and Jaxon whispered, "Have fun with him," as he got up and walked out. He wondered if Trys and Creston were up yet, and decided to go check. They weren't, which wasn't surprising. Jaxon went into their mini-fridge and got out the whip cream. He put it in Creston's hand, then tickled his brother's face gently. Creston covered himself in it, grumbling in his sleep. "Should I cut his hair?" Jaxon whispered, looking at Trys. "Even better..." he muttered, going back into their mini-fridge. He found the oldest, most disgusting left overs he could, then gently spread it through Trys' hair. Jaxon took out his phone, set it on the maximum volume, and set it to go off on the loudest, most obnoxious ringtone he had in three minutes. "What the hell?!" Trys asked sharply about three minutes later. "What's in my hair?" he demanded, then, "Dude, your face!" He started to burst out laughing, but Creston said, "You have stale meat in your hair," and he stopped. "Wait, this is Jaxon's," Trys said, and Jaxon came back around the corner, saying, "Of course it is," He extended his hand. "Give it up," Jaxon ordered Trys. Trys didn't make a move to hand it back. "You really want me to embarrass you in front of your little brother, don't you?" Jaxon asked when Trys wouldn't give it up. Instead, his brother threw it at the wall. Jaxon laughed and caught it, saying, "You'll have to try harder," as he grabbed Trys. "Think I should do something, Creston?" Jaxon asked. Creston laughed and whispered in his ear. "Oh, Creston, you're cruel," Jaxon said as he sat on Trys' head. Trys screamed a few minutes later, and Creston asked, "Smell that?" Trys thrashed below Jaxon. "He give you any big wedgies lately?" he asked of Creston. Creston blushed and nodded, and Jaxon grabbed a clump of Trys' boxers. "This always seems to be your favorite," Jaxon said, and then he jerked the clump up. Trys screamed again, and Jaxon said, "I remember one time when Trys was like seven, he tried to put a tomato in pants while I was asleep, but someone's so loud he woke me up," Jaxon paused to noogie Trys, then continued, "so I jumped out of bed and grabbed him, but he had to try to struggle out of my hold, so he ends up pulling his boxers and his pajamas half way down his butt-" Jaxon paused for Creston's laugh and Trys' scream into the bed-"before I catch him again, so I just grabbed his boxers and jerked up from there. And that's how we invented the butt rocket. Wasn't that fun, Trys?" Jaxon asked, letting his brother up. "No!" Trys exclaimed, blushing. "The very next night, you snuck into my room and put a tomato in my pants, too!" he shouted. "And I did it right," Jaxon said, smirking, as he flicked Trys between the eyes. "But wait," Creston said. "Wasn't he only seven? I thought we had to be ten," "Creston, buddy, you should have learned by now that I can't resist messing with my brothers. The only reason I don't pick on Arron is because I have you," Jaxon said, pulling his brother into his chest and grinding his knuckle over his head. "Want me to do anything else to Trys before I leave and he gets even?" Jaxon asked, letting him go. Creston started to giggle and said with a vengeful look, "Spank him," Trys went wide-eyed and tried to get away, but Jaxon caught his arm and threw him over his knee. Laughing, he hit Trys in nothing but his boxers. "How many?" he asked as he hit him again, his big little brother yelping. "Eight more," Creston said, smirking. Jaxon gave a sharp bark of laughter and hit Trys eight more times. "Have fun, little brother," Jaxon said as he got up. Trys stared at him, then cracked a grin and said, "I will," "Tell me what you do at lunch!" Jaxon called as he left. He heard Creston yelp before he left. "Rusy, come on!" Jaxon yelled outside his room around eleven. "Forget waiting," Jaxon said a few minutes later. He slipped the key into the door, and unlocked it. He leaned against the wall of the hall as Rusy chased Kayden around. "Give it back!" Rusy yelled. Kayden laughed, phone in hand, and asked aloud, "What should I text her? I know! Dear Nia, I love you SOOO much. Please go out with me, because I think you're SOOO hot. Think that's good?" "Give it back, you little brat!" Rusy screamed. Then he grabbed Kayden's sweatpants and pulled him back, dragging him into the bathroom. Jaxon casually walked over to where Kayden had dropped the phone, and saw he had typed what he had said...but it was addressed to himself. Jaxon walked in as Rusy was trying to give Kayden a swirly, Kayden yelling, "Rusy, I was just joking! Please!" Jaxon tapped on Rusy's shoulder, and his brother turned. "Check who he was gonna send it to," Jaxon said, handing him the phone. "Oh, ah...sorry, Kayden," Rusy said, letting his brother go. Kayden darted towards the door, but Jaxon caught his stomach and said, "Not so fast. You still stole his phone," "Jaxon, come on!" Kayden yelled. Jaxon grinned and nodded at the towel. Rusy smirked, grabbed it, and got it ready. Jaxon put up a three, and Rusy swung. "Ah!" Kayden yelped, jumping in Jaxon's grasp. Rusy swung again, and Kayden yelled, "Guys, come on!" as he tried to cover up his ***. Jaxon pulled his hands away and said, "Only eighteen more," "Jaxon, please!" Kayden yelled, as Rusy swung again. "You need to take a joke," Jaxon said, winking, letting his brother go. Kayden rubbed his sweatpants, then bolted out. "Go get dressed," Jaxon ordered, "I'll be in the hall," Rusy came out about a few minutes later, dressed. "So, what did you do to him?" Jaxon asked, trying to calm his brother down. He had been scared shitless when he went. So had Sage, and Trys, and Darian. Griff hadn't, but Griff was Griff. "Nothing," Rusy replied. "Nothing?" Jaxon asked, surprised. A shocked grin spread over his face, and Rusy looked up at him, blushing. "You're too nice, kid," Jaxon said, messing up Rusy's hair. Rusy blushed, and punched Jaxon's arm. "Am not!" he exclaimed. "I gave Grey his first wedgie," he added. "What was his reaction?" Jaxon asked. "His mouth dropped open and his fingers splayed, nothing that isn't normal," Rusy said. "Unlike yours," Jaxon said. "Come on, don't rub it in," Rusy said, already blushing. "First, with your fingers still splayed, you tried to push the sides down through the outside of your jeans, and then, you tried to pick it from the outside, right over the back pockets," Jaxon said. "I was only six!" Rusy exclaimed, beet red. "That made it even better," Jaxon said. Rusy punched his arm again. "Want to hear Trys'?" Jaxon asked. "You've told me," Rusy said. "That's not what I asked," Jaxon said. Rusy nodded, smirking. "So Trys had broken Griff's favorite baseball, which he had gotten signed, so Griff said, and I quote, 'Welcome to the wonderful world of wedgies!' and he grabbed Trys' briefs-" "Trys wore briefs?" Rusy asked, shocked. "You never said that the other times you told it!" "Rusy, come on, he was six and popular. Briefs are the popular thing when you're six," Jaxon said. Rusy asked, as he always did, "Why did you wait? You always said Trys was annoying when he was little," "We, um, may have embarrassed him a little too much, in public once. I told Griff and Sage to lay off after that. Anyway, so he jerked Trys' briefs up his back and I was there, so I couldn't stop laughing as Trys bent over, total shock in his eyes, then started to pull his sweatpants down, and, as slow as someone could, pulled the underwear out of his ***. Griff and I legit could not stop laughing for like ten minutes. But little Trystan looked like he was about to cry, so I pinned Griff down and let Trys get him," Jaxon finished. Rusy laughed, then asked, "What did you do to him in public?" "Don't tell Trys I told you, but we may have pantsed him at Walmart," Jaxon said. Rusy laughed, but asked, "Why does that matter? You've pantsed me at Walmart, jerk," Jaxon laughed at Rusy's joking tone and said, "Oh, I shouldn't be telling you this. But I'm going to," Jaxon crouched down next to his brother and whispered in his ear, "Trys was in diapers when he was five," Rusy jumped back and asked, "What? No he wasn't!" "He was, Rusy. He wouldn't sit still long enough to learn," Jaxon said. "So why did he later?" Rusy demanded. Jaxon grinned and said, "I really shouldn't be telling you this...Mom was losing her mind with Trys, so she asked me to tell him it was okay. But I was ten, and his big brother, and I wanted him to listen, but couldn't just tell him to, so I said, 'Trys, if you don't learn to go to the bathroom before you go to preschool, a monster is going to crawl out from under your bed and cover you in all your old diapers!' Trys learned remarkably quickly after that," Rusy laughed. About ten minutes later, they had walked into the dentist's. Rusy and Jaxon sat down, but Rusy's foot kept thumping on the ground. Jaxon put a hand over his knee, and said, "Rusy, just calm down," Rusy gave a shaking laugh and said, "Can't," "Just take a deep breath, Rusy," Jaxon ordered. Rusy did, but it didn't help him. His forehead was covered in sweat, too. Then a woman dressed in white, with long black hair and powerful green eyes, looked up from a clipboard and asked, "Rustin Moors?" Jaxon elbowed Rusy, whispered, "Just picture her," and winked as he cautiously rose. About an hour and a half later, Rusy came out. He came right over to Jaxon, and Jaxon asked, "Did it all go well?" Rusy nodded. "Want to leave?" he asked. Rusy nodded frantically. "Well you'll have to wait for me to pay," Jaxon said. They left ten minutes later, and Jaxon said in the hotel, "Smile," Rusy blushed and shook his head. "I would tickle you, but I know something will happen with your braces. I'll just say that Trys is gonna make you one way or another, so you might want to do it now," Jaxon said. Rusy sighed and smiled up at him quickly, then looked back down and closed his smile. "Come on, Rusy, purple doesn't look that bad on you," Jaxon said, punching his shoulder lightly. Rusy punched his shoulder back. "Go get Kayden," Jaxon ordered. "I'll go get Trys and Creston, and we'll meet up at the elevator on this floor," They were at lunch, sitting on a booth, when Trys finally cracked. "Smile," he said. Rusy shook his head, blushing. "Rusy, you promised!" Kayden exclaimed. Rusy rolled his eyes and smiled reluctantly. "Whoa," Creston said, leaning forward. "What's the big deal?" Rusy asked in a slurred voice. Creston giggled. "Well I'll remember to laugh when you get yours next year," Rusy said. Trys laughed and messed up Rusy's hair, Rusy smacked his hand, Kayden went wide-eyed, and Jaxon smiled.
"What do you mean?" Jaxon asked in his nightmare. "Jaxon, they crashed. They were pronounced dead at the scene," his uncle said, towering over even him. Jaxon felt his eyes water, and he kept thinking in his dream, "It gets easier," while he kept saying, "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" In a flash, he was at the morgue. His mom was on the left table, her skin pale. Her long brown hair, which had always been so lush, was matted with blood. There were bruises on her arms where she had tried to stop the impact of her face on the dash. She would have made it, too...except a glass shard had went deep into her head. His father, with his broad body and short brown hair, had a massive dent in his head. He had slammed his head on the wheel. "That's them," Jaxon had said in his dream. Then he walked out and woke up. "Mom, Dad!" he called, like he always did with that nightmare, and then he remembered. "Gone, Jaxon, they're gone," he told himself. He rose, and dressed. He splashed cold water on his face, then walked into the hall. He went to Creston and Trys first. Creston was buried deep in Trys' chest, and Trys had his arm drawn over his little brother's shoulder. "They would be proud," he said, and then he went to Rusy and Kayden. He said it again, like he had, everyday, for the past three years, since the first day he had to wake up early to go to work. "Yeah?" he asked Kayden three hours later, at nine, when he came. "Rusy won't wake up, but I don't wanna wake him up, because he might get mad, so-" "Yes," Jaxon cut him off, grinning, messing up his hair. They went straight to Kayden and Rusy's room, then Jaxon told Kayden to be quiet as he crept up on Rusy. He was sleeping in nothing but his white boxers, snoring lazily with both arms crossed as a pillow. Jaxon grabbed the back of his boxers. "One," he said, and he gave them a little tug. "Two," and another little tug. "Three!" he yelled and he jerked them up Rusy's back. "Ah!" Rusy yelped, surprised. "Morning, little brother," Jaxon said. "Let me go!" Rusy barked. "Hey, Kayden, has he been mean lately?" Jaxon asked, looking over his shoulder. "Well..." Kayden began. Rusy gave him a harsh look, but Jaxon gave him a jerk and he didn't say anything. "Yeah," Kayden decided. "Liar!" Rusy shouted, but Jaxon just spun him around by the back of his boxers. "Jaxon, come on!" Rusy screamed as Jaxon put him on the bed. "So what did he do to you?" Jaxon asked. "He gave me an atomic wedgie!" Kayden exclaimed. Jaxon considered he might be lying-he probably was-but then he decided that he needed to mess with Rusy. So he squared off with Rusy's shoulders and asked, "Ready, buddy?" He pulled up on his brother's boxers, sharply, so sharply they ripped, leaving a giant hole by the waistband. Kayden burst out laughing, Rusy just laid there wide-eyed, and Jaxon whispered, "Have fun with him," as he got up and walked out. He wondered if Trys and Creston were up yet, and decided to go check. They weren't, which wasn't surprising. Jaxon went into their mini-fridge and got out the whip cream. He put it in Creston's hand, then tickled his brother's face gently. Creston covered himself in it, grumbling in his sleep. "Should I cut his hair?" Jaxon whispered, looking at Trys. "Even better..." he muttered, going back into their mini-fridge. He found the oldest, most disgusting left overs he could, then gently spread it through Trys' hair. Jaxon took out his phone, set it on the maximum volume, and set it to go off on the loudest, most obnoxious ringtone he had in three minutes. "What the hell?!" Trys asked sharply about three minutes later. "What's in my hair?" he demanded, then, "Dude, your face!" He started to burst out laughing, but Creston said, "You have stale meat in your hair," and he stopped. "Wait, this is Jaxon's," Trys said, and Jaxon came back around the corner, saying, "Of course it is," He extended his hand. "Give it up," Jaxon ordered Trys. Trys didn't make a move to hand it back. "You really want me to embarrass you in front of your little brother, don't you?" Jaxon asked when Trys wouldn't give it up. Instead, his brother threw it at the wall. Jaxon laughed and caught it, saying, "You'll have to try harder," as he grabbed Trys. "Think I should do something, Creston?" Jaxon asked. Creston laughed and whispered in his ear. "Oh, Creston, you're cruel," Jaxon said as he sat on Trys' head. Trys screamed a few minutes later, and Creston asked, "Smell that?" Trys thrashed below Jaxon. "He give you any big wedgies lately?" he asked of Creston. Creston blushed and nodded, and Jaxon grabbed a clump of Trys' boxers. "This always seems to be your favorite," Jaxon said, and then he jerked the clump up. Trys screamed again, and Jaxon said, "I remember one time when Trys was like seven, he tried to put a tomato in pants while I was asleep, but someone's so loud he woke me up," Jaxon paused to noogie Trys, then continued, "so I jumped out of bed and grabbed him, but he had to try to struggle out of my hold, so he ends up pulling his boxers and his pajamas half way down his butt-" Jaxon paused for Creston's laugh and Trys' scream into the bed-"before I catch him again, so I just grabbed his boxers and jerked up from there. And that's how we invented the butt rocket. Wasn't that fun, Trys?" Jaxon asked, letting his brother up. "No!" Trys exclaimed, blushing. "The very next night, you snuck into my room and put a tomato in my pants, too!" he shouted. "And I did it right," Jaxon said, smirking, as he flicked Trys between the eyes. "But wait," Creston said. "Wasn't he only seven? I thought we had to be ten," "Creston, buddy, you should have learned by now that I can't resist messing with my brothers. The only reason I don't pick on Arron is because I have you," Jaxon said, pulling his brother into his chest and grinding his knuckle over his head. "Want me to do anything else to Trys before I leave and he gets even?" Jaxon asked, letting him go. Creston started to giggle and said with a vengeful look, "Spank him," Trys went wide-eyed and tried to get away, but Jaxon caught his arm and threw him over his knee. Laughing, he hit Trys in nothing but his boxers. "How many?" he asked as he hit him again, his big little brother yelping. "Eight more," Creston said, smirking. Jaxon gave a sharp bark of laughter and hit Trys eight more times. "Have fun, little brother," Jaxon said as he got up. Trys stared at him, then cracked a grin and said, "I will," "Tell me what you do at lunch!" Jaxon called as he left. He heard Creston yelp before he left. "Rusy, come on!" Jaxon yelled outside his room around eleven. "Forget waiting," Jaxon said a few minutes later. He slipped the key into the door, and unlocked it. He leaned against the wall of the hall as Rusy chased Kayden around. "Give it back!" Rusy yelled. Kayden laughed, phone in hand, and asked aloud, "What should I text her? I know! Dear Nia, I love you SOOO much. Please go out with me, because I think you're SOOO hot. Think that's good?" "Give it back, you little brat!" Rusy screamed. Then he grabbed Kayden's sweatpants and pulled him back, dragging him into the bathroom. Jaxon casually walked over to where Kayden had dropped the phone, and saw he had typed what he had said...but it was addressed to himself. Jaxon walked in as Rusy was trying to give Kayden a swirly, Kayden yelling, "Rusy, I was just joking! Please!" Jaxon tapped on Rusy's shoulder, and his brother turned. "Check who he was gonna send it to," Jaxon said, handing him the phone. "Oh, ah...sorry, Kayden," Rusy said, letting his brother go. Kayden darted towards the door, but Jaxon caught his stomach and said, "Not so fast. You still stole his phone," "Jaxon, come on!" Kayden yelled. Jaxon grinned and nodded at the towel. Rusy smirked, grabbed it, and got it ready. Jaxon put up a three, and Rusy swung. "Ah!" Kayden yelped, jumping in Jaxon's grasp. Rusy swung again, and Kayden yelled, "Guys, come on!" as he tried to cover up his ***. Jaxon pulled his hands away and said, "Only eighteen more," "Jaxon, please!" Kayden yelled, as Rusy swung again. "You need to take a joke," Jaxon said, winking, letting his brother go. Kayden rubbed his sweatpants, then bolted out. "Go get dressed," Jaxon ordered, "I'll be in the hall," Rusy came out about a few minutes later, dressed. "So, what did you do to him?" Jaxon asked, trying to calm his brother down. He had been scared shitless when he went. So had Sage, and Trys, and Darian. Griff hadn't, but Griff was Griff. "Nothing," Rusy replied. "Nothing?" Jaxon asked, surprised. A shocked grin spread over his face, and Rusy looked up at him, blushing. "You're too nice, kid," Jaxon said, messing up Rusy's hair. Rusy blushed, and punched Jaxon's arm. "Am not!" he exclaimed. "I gave Grey his first wedgie," he added. "What was his reaction?" Jaxon asked. "His mouth dropped open and his fingers splayed, nothing that isn't normal," Rusy said. "Unlike yours," Jaxon said. "Come on, don't rub it in," Rusy said, already blushing. "First, with your fingers still splayed, you tried to push the sides down through the outside of your jeans, and then, you tried to pick it from the outside, right over the back pockets," Jaxon said. "I was only six!" Rusy exclaimed, beet red. "That made it even better," Jaxon said. Rusy punched his arm again. "Want to hear Trys'?" Jaxon asked. "You've told me," Rusy said. "That's not what I asked," Jaxon said. Rusy nodded, smirking. "So Trys had broken Griff's favorite ba