Pouring the rest of the crisps into the bowl set on the counter, I rolled up the empty packet and threw it into the bin.
Sighing, I pulled at my sweater making it fall slightly over my denim shorts; I hadn't had time to change since coming home from the supermarket.
The boys where coming over tonight and there was nothing in the house except for a jar of this funky, brown liquid. I don't know why it was there, I mean I didn't even know what it was? Nor would I like to find out.
Opening the freezer, I dug through the countless items of boxed frozen food, cringing every time I heard the scraping of ice.
"Damn," I muttered. "Seriously?" Sticking my head into the freezer, I searched for the only food that I could barely manage to cook without setting on fire.
Giving up on looking for the pizza, I walked over to the kitchen phone and dialled plan b- pizza delivery.
Just as I was about to dial I heard a rattle from behind me, along with a muttered 'fuck'.
"Hals," Michael shouted from the other side of the patio door. "Open up!"
Reluctantly, I abandoned the phone and made my way to the door. Turning the lock, I slid it open, glaring as Michael pushed past me making his way to the bowls of snacks I had set up.
"Please, come in. Just make yourself at home." I muttered sarcastically.
Making my way back over to the phone, I was about to dial when I heard someone else enter the kitchen.
"Hey, Hayley." Ashton smiled widely as he sat down next to Michael, trying to take crisp from to bowl, only to have Michael slap his hand away.
"Hey Ashton," I sighed. "Michael share, them snacks aren't all for you."
Glaring at me, he placed the bowl back onto the counter, before placing his hand over the top and rubbing his fingers together.
I raised one eyebrow to him, cocking my hip out slightly. "Really?" I questioned.
"Dude." Ashton said, crinkling his nose.
Shaking my head, I went back to dialling the pizza delivery. From the corner of my eye I noticed Calum and Luke slip in, smiling at them slightly they waved noticing I was on the phone.
I was just about done ordering when I heard a smash coming from behind me. Quickly dropping the phone, I spun around, finding four boys staring back at me with guilty expressions.
"We didn't mean too." Luke whispered, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Yeah, it was Michael's fault!" Calum accused.
"Wha- you were the one who pushed the bowl from my hands!" Michael said, making dramatic gestured with his arms.
Sighing, you went to the airing closet to find something to clean the mess up.
"Can one of you guys ring the pizza place back, I'm not sure if the caught my order?" You shouted over your shoulder.
Instantly, you heard a large gasp. Turning around you noticed Michael had jumped up from the bar stool, now crouching over the kitchen phone on the floor like it was the most precious thing in the world.
Delicately, he picked it up bringing it to his ear. He stood for a moment before his glare set on you.
"How could you!" He cried. "You hung up on them!"
"I-"
"You don't see me going around, hanging up on people you like do you?"
"Bu-"
"You know what?" He muttered, turning his chin up to you. "I don't want to hear your excuses right now." With the phone still in his hands, he made his way into the living room.
You sighed. Damn that boy is a handful.
