Patrick:
The rage literally shakes you. You shake your hand, your leg, or its your entire body. When he sees you like this, he knows it's best to stay away for a few, but eventually he comes over so you two can confront the problem.
"(Y/N), you okay?" Patrick asked as you walked into the house, shaking a hand.
"Patrick leave me alone please." You sniffled walking past him. Patrick sighed and went back to writing his song. About an hour later, he walked up to your room where you were laying on the bed silently.
"Are you ready to talk now?" He asked sitting next to you. You put your head on his lap and relayed the horrible events of your day.
Joe:
You maintain the bitch face and refuse to talk to anyone. When Joe sees you like this, he usually calls one of the guys incase they wonder why he's gone missing. You are very dangerous but fragile at that time and when the time is right, Joe comes in to comfort you.
"(Y/N)! Hey baby. How was your day?" He asked. You walked straight past him with your bitch face. When Joe noticed his face drained of color. He ran to grab his cell phone and sent out a text to the other three guys.
Joe: She's mad. This may be my last text and my time of death with be sometime after I text this.
Pete: I wish you nothing but the best. Be careful out there soldier.
Patrick: Give her some space.
Andy: Yeah, and some time. Good luck.
Joe would give you your time and when he felt you were stable, he'd come to check on you.
"Need some company?" He asked. You hugged him and told him about the asshole you ran into at the mall.
Pete:
Whenever you're mad, you cry out of frustration and rage. It's kind of hard for Pete to guess if your sad or mad. A big hint is the fact that you yell at everything. Whenever you're like this, Pete has to ease himself to you, unless he wants a lamp thrown at him.
Currently you were in the basement, throwing things and yelling/crying. Pete wanted to go downstairs but he knew it could be fatal. Why did some asshole have to bump into you and break your new phone? He cracked open the door to the basement a bit and peered in.
"(Y/N)?" He asked. You threw a stuffed animal at him.
"Go away!" You yelled. Pete closed the door and went to suit up. He came back about 5 minutes later with pillows ties to his body, bike helmet, and the cover for the garbage bin as a shield. He ran in the basement to see you sitting with a baseball bat.
"(Y/N), we need to talk about what's got you feeling like this. I hate to see my American beauty gone psycho." He said concerned. Your cry turned to a laugh as you ran to hug Pete and tell him about your day.
Andy:
You have a fake smile on. You are never as "happy" as you are when you're mad. All Andy has to do is look at your overly optimistic attitude and fake smile to know you're not okay. It's usually up to him to find a fun activity for you to do or something to channel your rage.
Andy walked in the kitchen to see you setting the table.
"(Y/N), what's all this?" He asked.
"I just thought I'd set the table for dinner tonight. I just love you Andy." You smiled happily, but Andy could see it in your eyes that you were ready to fight someone.
"(Y/N), wanna come to the gym with me? We got a new punching bag, and I think you could use it right now." He smiled grabbing your hand. You sighed and looked up at Andy.
"Thank you." You said sincerely. You two got in Andy's car and went to the gym where you kicked ass and let out some stress.
