Both boys cracked up. Damon bent over, holding onto his knees for support. Byron held onto the sofa. Clara scowled. Jenna sighed, then whacked them.
“Ow!” both boys exclaimed.
“Oh shut up. It’s just my annoying brother trying to piss me off. But it seem you two beat him to it,” Jenna said. Then she snatched the flashlight from Damon, and went over to where Clara was standing.
“You two coming?” Clara asked. The guys nodded, and followed the girls as they left the room. The went upstairs, out of the basement, and walked into Jenna’s parent’s room. Jenna handed Clara the flashlight, not trusting Damon or Byron. She took the picture of a sunset off the wall, exposing the power box. Jenna then flicked all the switches to on. The lights then flickered back to life. She grinned, then put the picture back.
“To the kitchen. We have to prepare for the fight,” Byron said grinning.