Brittany and I sat on one of the beds in the hotel room, eating popcorn and watching a movie. My older brother, Justin, was stretched out on the other bed, sleeping.

"Awwweh, he's so cute when he's sleeping," lamented Brittany. "We should wake him up!"

I glanced over at the tall muscular 17 year-old. "I would," I began, "But he's so far away! I'll just let you do it."

But you're closer!" Brittany argued. "All you have to do is get off the bed, take two steps to get to the other bed, and slap him in the face!"

"That's too hard!" I complained.

"You're so lazy, Nikki!"

"I know," I replied, sighing contentedly.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Please! Just do it this one time!" she pleaded.

"Fine, I'll wake him up," I consented. "But not the way you think I'm going to."

Brittany's eyes widened in shock. "What are you going to do to him?"

"This," I replied throwing a handful of popcorn at Justin while screaming "Justin wake up!"

Brittany laughed.

"What did you think I was going to do?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I don't know," she muttered.

Justin sat up and glared at us. "What are you doing?"

"Just watching a movie," I innocently replied.

Justin growled at us and lay back down.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. We could tell Justin wasn't going to get it, and Brittany and I didn't want to move either.

We stared at each other.

"You going to get that?" I asked.

"You get it," said Brittany.

"I'm the lazy one, you do it!" I argued.

The person knocked again.

"We both go," suggested Brittany.

We slid off the bed and walked to the door. I pulled the door open, and a lady was standing in the hallway. Her short blonde hair was in an extremely messy bum, and she had on a blue robe over hair pajamas.

"Do you girls have any idea what time it is?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," I replied. "But I'm sure if you got a watch you might know."

"It's nearly two in the morning!" the lady exclaimed.

"I'm confused," said Brittany. "If you knew what time it is, whys did you ask us?"

"Because, my husband and I are trying to sleep, and you teenagers are over here yelling!"

"It couldn't have been us," I lied. "My sister and I were sleeping until you woke us up."

Brittany sleepily blinked her eyes, as if to prove my point.

"And we're not even teenagers," I added. "I'm only twelve and my sister is eleven."

"Are you parents here with you?" the lady questioned.

"Our dad is," responded Brittany.

"Let me speak to him," she growled.

"He's sleeping."

"How convenient."

"I'll wake him up for you," I offered.

"That would be nice."

I walked over to Justin's bed. "Daddy," I called. "There's some lady at the door who would like to talk to you."

Justin sat up with a confused look on his face. "I'm not your-"

"Just go with it!" I whispered.

Justin walked with me to the door. When we got there, the lady said, "He looks too young to be the father of adolescents!"

Even though Brittany and I were really fourteen and knew what adolescent meant, I tried to act like I was offended. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

The lady ignored my question and continued rambling on about how Justin looked too young to be a parent. "You only look like your sixteen!" she exclaimed. "You can't possibly be their father!"

"He uses a skin cleanser that is guaranteed to make him look twenty years younger," I explained. "You should try it sometime."

She gasped in horror.

"My daughter said you wanted to talk to me?" said Justin.

"Yes, your daughters woke me and my husband up with their incisive screaming."

"I'm sorry ma'am but that's not possible, you see, I'm a very light sleeper and would have been awakened by something like that. You must have the wrong room. Goodbye." Justin shut the door in her face, and the three of us walked back to our beds.

Once the lady stopped pounding on the door and screaming, we burst out laughing.

"Shh," I shushed. "Listen."

We heard the lady, still in the hall, talking to the manager.

"Excuse me, sir; I'm glad you're here. The family in this room has been disturbing my husband and I all night."

"Sorry, but I'm here because our guests were complaining about you screaming," replied the manager.

"But I wasn't doing anything!" she yelled. "It was them, I promise!"

Their voices faded away and we began to laugh again.

After we stopped giggling, Justin asked, "So, what are we watching?"

"We're watching My Little Pony: the Magic of Friendship," I replied.

"Goodnight!" exclaimed Justin.

"No!" squealed Brittany. "We were just kidding! But we have a question."

Justin nodded, indicating that we could continue.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"Well, because I heard of this great motivational speaker, who travels to different high schools to encourage students. He's seems like a great guy, and he's speaking at a school around here, so I decided to bring you guys to see him," responded Justin.

"What's his name?" questioned Brittany.

"Oscar O'Riley."

"Sounds Irish," I said.

"Probably is."

How did you hear about him?" interrogated Brittay.

"He was on one of the ads online," replied Brittany. "I looked up his name but there was only one article about him. It was really good, though."

"Brittany and I simultaneously sighed.

"Goodnight, dad," teased Brittany.

"What? You guys aren't going to finish watching My Little Pony?"

I giggled. "Nope!"

Justin smiled. "G-night."