Annoying Ways to Wake Your Brother

Alan rolled over in bed, hugging his pillow to his chest as he slumbered on. He was just getting to the good part in his dream where the woman of his dreams – she had Megan Fox's striking blue eyes as well as her dark brown hair. She had a body to die for, curves that hit all the right places, legs that went on for miles and lips that were perfect especially when they…

"Mi-ia hii, mi-ia hoo, mi-ia ha, mi-ia haha"

Alan lifted his head to glare at Gordon who was dancing around their shared bedroom at five in the fucking morning. Gordon was holding Alan's hairbrush and lip syncing into it as he listened to the Numa Numa song.

"Shut the fuck up Gordon and let me sleep!" Alan grabbed his pillow before pulling it over his head.

"Come on sing with me Alan." Gordon grabbed Alan's pillow – wrangling it away from his baby brother before dancing around the bedroom. Doing the Egyptian walk as he sang along to the song in its original Romanian language.

"No, let me go back to sleep." Alan laid down and pulled his blankets up over his head as he attempted to ignore his brother.

Gordon only turned the music up louder, whilst threatening to make Alan commit murder. Alan reached out from under his blankets and grabbed the closest item he could find without looking and lobbed it at his older brother who was being a pain in the ass while most normal people were sleeping.

"Ow…" Gordon whimpered as he was hit with the shoe that Alan chucked at him. "Okay now you've done it."

Gordon practically skipped over to the stereo against the far wall before pressing skip three times.

"Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang!"

"For god's sake Gordon shut UP!" Alan cried as he tried to ignore Gordon's attempts to stir him up. "I swear you are more annoying as a twenty-four year old than you were at thirteen!"

All Alan wanted was a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep. Was that too much to ask? He'd spent several days awake studying for midterms his freshman year of college and he desperately wanted to catch up on sleep now that he was home for Thanksgiving break, but was Gordon letting him get the sleep he required? Noooo!

"You're just being a stick in the mud, lighten up have a little fun!" Gordon vaulted onto Alan's bed and sat straddling his little brother who was lying flat on his stomach. "Hey guess what I've got with me!"

"A roll of duct tape and a noose. Am I close?" Alan growled as he grabbed one of his other pillows and buried his head beneath it. It was too early for this!

"Nope! I've got a remote!" Gordon pointed said remote towards the stereo and pressed a couple buttons

"No Gordo, please no!" Alan whimpered as he tried so desperately to go back to sleep. He was tired, he wanted – no CRAVED sleep and he couldn't get that when Gordon was being obnoxious.

"Oh yes Alan!" Gordon pressed play on the remote before…

"Day-O, Day-Ay-Ay-O, Daylight come and me wan go home." Came out over the speakers.

As the song got to its slow rhythm, Gordon who still sat on Alan's back started rocking from side to side. When the song gradually got louder, Gordon would bounce where he sat making Alan grunt and groan at being jostled when he so badly still wanted to sleep.

"Okay I'll be nice for now." Gordon crooned as he crawled off of Alan's back.

"Oh I'm a gummy bear! Yes I'm a gummy bear!" Gordon leaned up close to Alan's ear by this time and this time put his finger into his mouth before making a "pop" sound. Alan threw his fist back and tried to hit Gordon, but the redhead came prepared because he happened to hold up a pillow to protect himself from Alan's hit.

"Gordon, if you don't can it I'm going to kill you!" Alan picked up the pillow he had laying over his head and chucked it at Gordon. He just wanted to sleep!

"I love you too Alan!" Gordon started dancing around the bedroom whilst listening to Barbie Girl as the new song to pester Alan with. Alan's growl was impressive and he pulled his blankets back up over his head whilst covering his ears as he tried valiantly to ignore Gordon and his annoying song choices.

"Ah-yippie-yi-yu, ah yippie-yi-yeah, ah yippie-yi-yu-ah"

"Damn it Gordon!" Alan threw back his blankets and proceeded to chase Gordon around their bedroom – Dr. Jones by Aqua playing in the background as Gordon jumped up onto his bed in attempt to get away from Alan.

Gordon took off running out into the hall, realizing he'd bitten off more than he could chew with pestering Alan. It didn't really help that Gordon had nowhere to go. However it didn't take him very long to realize that Alan had faked him out and had quit chasing him who knows when. Sneaking back into his bedroom, Gordon spotted an Alan shaped lump lying under his coverlet. Smirking mischievously to himself, Gordon who still held the remote clicked a couple buttons before another song was heard.

"I'm a wolf today…I'll huff I'll puff I'll blow you away."

"Gordon please, I'm begging you…please for once in your damn life will you just shut up and let me sleep? Please?" Alan turned to begging as he tried to return to sleep. He really wasn't in the mood for killing his brother this morning.

"Sorry kiddo, I've got to get my morning calisthenics somehow." Gordon leaned into their shared bedroom and smiled innocently when Alan rolled over to shoot him a death glare.

"Can you at least shut off C'est La Vie? Please it's giving me a headache." Alan groaned.

"Sure…I can put on Wannabe by the Spice Girls if you like." Gordon grinned when Alan huffed in exasperation.

"Never mind… I'm out of here." Alan got up and grabbed his pillow and blanket before leaving his and Gordon's bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Gordon inquired incredulously as Alan shuffled past him.

"Somewhere that I can get a few more uninterrupted hours of sleep." Alan groaned as he shuffled down the hall.

Several minutes later found Alan in another wing of the villa. He rubbed at his sleep deprived eyes before knocking lightly on Scott's bedroom door. A quiet come in was heard and Alan opened the door to peek in. There sitting at his desk, bent over tying his running shoes was Scott. He was always an early bird and was almost always up before seven.

"What's up Sprout?" Scott inquired as he noticed Alan carried his pillow and blanket with him.

"Can I crash in here for a few hours? Gordo's being obnoxious and won't let me sleep." Alan rubbed at his eyes – they felt about as dry as sandpaper right now and Alan was just gunning for a few more hours.

Scott looked at his baby brother with sympathy; it was obvious Alan was deathly tired. He had dark circles under his eyes no doubt from the many nights of little to no sleep while at University.

"Sure thing Sprout." Scott stood up before peeling back the blankets of his freshly made bed before allowing Alan to slip beneath the sheets. Pulling the blankets up to cover the nineteen year old Alan's shoulders, Scott watched as Alan fell to sleep almost immediately. Scott decided that to ensure that Alan could get a few uninterrupted hours of sleep; he'd play the role of guard dog and put off doing his jog for later in the morning. It was only five-thirty, not like he couldn't do his jog after Alan woke up again.