Sleepover (Part 4)

Ethan sat on the couch, leaning back with a soft chuckle. 

It was pure, unfiltered mayhem going on in the living room, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. 

As long as nothing got destroyed, they could go wild for all he cared.

Vanessa smirked at him between dodging blows from Claire. "You're just gonna sit there and watch, huh?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I'm enjoying the show."

She rolled her eyes. "Lazy."

"Strategic."

Vanessa launched a pillow at him. 

Ethan caught it effortlessly, but before he could retaliate —

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Frowning, he pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID. It was Marty.

Ethan sighed, pushing himself up from the couch as he answered the call, raising the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

The noise of the pillow fight faded slightly as he stepped toward the hallway, though he could still hear Zack dramatically screaming in the background. 

'Just like a girl,'