Shay
I walked in and shut the door as quickly as I could. The music that was coming from someone’s phone that was hooked up to the house speakers, was blaring Welcome To The Jungle, by Guns and Roses and I didn’t want a noise complaint. Thank God when Dawson upgraded this house he practically sound-proofed it. Welcome to the Jungle indeed, I thought as I looked around.
There were Nerf bullets everywhere. I’m talking hundreds of the little blue and orange foam bullets that were on the floor in my living room, all over my couch, the comfy chair next to it, the love seat, the stairs, the dining room and the built-in shelves by the fireplace.
A war cry echoed through the air as Bryson, who hadn’t seen me standing in front of the closed door, stomped down the stairs and flew through the
