Kevin's POV
When Sam said 'take the day off,' my idea of it was getting to relax and sleep in my very comfortable soft warm bed. Unfortunately, that is not something that an entire household of long-awaited cousins like to spend the first day they have you back. Ryan woke me up in a manner all too similar to the same way Gary did, 'shaking one till their brains felt like pudding.'
"Gary, I'm up… Please, stop it or I won't be able to sleep till you are locked up in Alcatraz," I yelled at the top of my voice. The shaking seized and I allowed myself to fall back into the thick covers of the bed. "That takes me back."
"It's Ryan… did you hit your head or something?" his voice reached my ears. He sounded less formal for once. Hopefully, he was getting over his guilt of bullying Charles as a child.
"No, Gary wakes me up like that when I stay up late. Just a bit of nostalgia," I said before I got up from the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.