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Chap 22

Chap 22

Daìthì had taken Cassie home while I was messing with Tylor. So far we had broken his phone, the couch legs, the ice machine on the fridge and the kitchen sink. ‘Spin away! Duck up! Walk stop!’ Tylor was shouting from his new favourite sitting area, the light fixture. The boy’s house had this light that was large and rectangle shaped, not the best explanation but I don’t study the shape of light fixtures. It was strange but not as strange as a twenty year old drunken boy sitting on top of it screaming odd miss-matching words.

‘I’m home Broo…’ Daìthì stopped mid-sentence to stare at Tylor. ‘What the hell? Tylor get down!’ He said angrily noticing the new mess called the kitchen. ‘Not till I’ve built my indoor pool!’ Tylor slurred. ‘Over my dead body!’ Daìthì growled. ‘Let him.’ Tristan sighed. ‘I’ll fix it later.’ Daìthì complained but soon stormed out of the room and went outside. ‘Who pissed in his bottle and called it apple juice?’ Tylor slurred with a raised eyebrow. I laughed at him with earned me a grin from Tylor, coming down from the light fixture. ‘How do you do it? I feel like I’m the one with a hangover!’ Tristan grumbled rubbing his temples. ‘You had some blood last night too you know.’ I winked at him. He looked away awkwardly and picked up a frying pan. He advanced on Tylor with hate in his eyes. I laughed at him but was cut short by a loud smack. I had earlier walked out of the kitchen when I was talking to Tristan, but ran back in with just enough time to see Tylor hit the floor with a loud, sickening thud. ‘Tristan What the!’ I heard a voice behind me yell. ‘Tristan what’s going on? Oh hey Brook.’ he smiled at me. He had the nerve to SMILE AT ME? I gave him my best bitch glare and smacked the side of his head. Hard.

‘What the fuck brook?’ he asked me in a small whisper. ‘You, you prick!’ I screamed at him. ‘What did I do?’ he yelled back mirroring my deathly cold glare. ‘Oh, oh that’s rich!’ I yelled sarcasm clear in my voice. ‘You almost raped me!’ ‘I did not! I’ve been locked up by Tylor all frigging week!’ ‘Yesterday you forced yourself on me!’ I choked out in a small hushed voice. Someone heard the yelling and ran down the stairs. I found myself staring at Tristan holding the frying pan in the kitchen doorway, while another bare chested Tristan whom I was sleeping beside this morning and Seth who was looking between the two brothers. ‘Huh?’ I asked my two Tristan’s. "Shit Seth. It’s back.’ He hissed. ‘So that was "Tylor"?’ ‘Guess so.’ Tristan sighed. "What are you two mumbling about?" imposer Tristan snarled as it made its way towards the couch. ‘You mostly’ Seth and Tristan replied. Tristan ran upstairs inhumanly fast, while Seth kept imposer Tristan at bay. ‘So why are you back exactly? Didn’t you cause enough damage last time you got out?’ Seth asked it. ‘Unknown reasonsss.’ It hissed sounding almost snake like. ‘So you raped Brook?’ Seth asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘I didsss what I didsss.’ It hissed again in an ice cold voice that chilled me to the bone. ‘Show yourself.’ Seth smirked at it. ‘Nossss. Youss don’t dessserveesss to sssseess me.’ I was seriously getting sick of its voice. Seth barked a laugh. ‘Try me.’ He said and both the thing and I looked at him with raised eyebrows and a hand on our hip. ‘What are you? A teddy bear with a "try me" button?’ I asked him ‘Yeah dude, what the hell?’ Tristan had come back down the stairs with some sort a box in his hands. ‘I love you.’ He said mimicking a soft plush toy, blowing a kiss at Seth. ‘Focus on the job at hand please.’ Seth said picking up the fire extinguisher. ‘Brook, get out.’ Tristan whispered. I did as I was told and ran up the stairs two at a time. I slammed Tristan’s bedroom door and collapsed on his bed. The events of the weekend caught up to me and I soon fell asleep.

I woke up to find Tristan lying up beside me, his chest all scratched. I jumped off the bed and grabbed the light. ‘Get away from me!’ I screeched. ‘What? Brook it’s me!’ Tristan complained as I proceeded to poke his foot with the lamp shade. I’m not sure how’d I’d figure out anything by poking him but well, payback. ‘Why are you poking me with a light?’ Tristan chuckled. ‘I’ll ask the questions thank you very much. If your Tristan where’s the thing-a-ma-bob?’ I asked him referring to the creature. ‘It’s called a minx, not a thing-a-ma-bob.’ He chuckled again. ‘And we caught it. Cassie’s down stairs trying to banish it. How else would I have gotten these war scares?’ he said dramatically indicating to the claw marks on his chest. I rolled my eyes at him. ‘Banish? Minx? Wait, isn’t a minx a cute ferret like thing that eats chickens?’ ‘Well yes, but this is a mystical irregular Nona called xylophone.’ Tristan’s face was dead serious, but I could see his lips starting to twitch. ‘Cop on!’ ‘Sorry! It’s too fun to mess with you and your cute when you’re pissed. It’s a creature that watches and waits in the dark, and when out in the open will bite a victim and is able to mimic their appearance and have all their thoughts and actions.’ ‘So like a mime?’ I asked him. Tristan slowly shook his head, laughing darkly. I glared at him ‘Where is it?’ ‘The box I carried downstairs was a cage that can trap a minx.’ ‘Magic.’ I whispered lost in my own thoughts. ‘Sure.’ Tristan said dragging out the "e". ‘Hurmpf!’ I started to walk out of the room. I turned to look at Tristan. ‘So Seth didn’t try to rape me?’ ‘No.’ Tristan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my mid riff. ‘You sure?’ I asked sceptically. ‘Yes’ I untangled his arms which were around my waist and ran down stairs and spotted Seth sitting in-between Daìthì and Harry who had a sleeping Tylor on their laps. ‘Hey Brook I’m sorry for what that minx did but it wasn’t …’ I cut Seth by my screeching ‘Tom!!!’ and leaping into his arms. ‘I’m I forgiven than?’ my Tom Fletcher look alike asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Why of course!’ I said in a deep posh British accent. ‘Who called me?’ a voice called from the kitchen. I looked up to see the drop dead gorgeous Tom Fletcher walking into the room drinking a Dr Pepper.

I started to squeal and jump up and down.

‘Wow!’ Tom gasp out as I tackled him into a hug. ‘Never got this much attention in America before!’ he mumbled into the base of my neck. I finally let him go and stood back. ‘What are you doing here?’ but before Tom could answer a moving figure caught my attention and I let out a yelp. ‘Dougie!!! Danny!!!’ ‘Yup?’ Daìthì asked. ‘Not you Moran! Danny Jones!’ I said while hugging ¼ of my favourite band. ‘Harry!’ I yelled and was enveloped in a hug from behind. ‘Harry let me go I was talking about Harry Judd!’ he finally let me go so I could attack Harry, then attack Tom again.

‘Brook, let me go!’ Tom laughed. We had talked for the guts of two hours but they had to go home and get ready for touring. I had said my goodbyes to the rest of McFly but I refused to let Tom go. ‘No.’ I said stubbornly. ‘Want help?’ Tristan laughed. ‘Please!’ Tom said playfully trying to shake me off his leg which I was clinging on to for dear life. ‘Tough!’ Tristan giggled. ‘Right then, Come on Brook, you’re coming on tour with us.’ Tom winked down at me. ‘Under no circumstances!’ Tristan walked over to Tom and whispered something in his ear. Tom looked torn but shrugged. He whispered in my ear ‘Bye Brook. Daìthì will give you my number, call me.’ He whispered the last bit against my neck, leaving small kisses where his lips brushed against my skin. I shivered in total bliss when Tom was replaced by Tristan and even with my eyes closed I knew it was him because of his sent. Tom smelt of aftershave like Hugo Boss orange or one of them, while Tristan had his own musky manly scent which would make David Bechum’s>>>>>>> eat his heart out. ‘Bye Tom.’ I said and started to press my body and lips against Tristan getting lost in the tingling feeling I get from his touch. ‘Okay EW! Let’s keep it G rated thanks!’ Daìthì complained turning his nose up at us, fake gagging. ‘Why don’t you get some PG 13!’ I smirked over Tristan’s shoulder at him. The boys car was soon roaring off into the distance. ‘Okay, let’s go!’ Harry said dragging everyone out to the car. I laughed as Tylor sat up holding his head. ‘Stop screaming!’ he whispered. ‘Ty, no one’s even talking.’ I whispered back. Everyone burst out laughing while Harry and the boys helped Tylor out into the car.

We arrived outside Carson’s best teen hang out place, Birdies. Birdies was a small café which allowed birds into the building. I laughed as Tylor ordered the biggest coffee possible and excused myself to go to the ladies room. My phone beeped saying I got a message from Caroline. The two words made my smile grow even bigger. "Shopping Spree!"

After I was done I walked out and sat in the booth beside Tristan. Daìthì was getting our food and Tylor, Harry and Seth were sitting across from us. Tylor stuck with coffee, Harry ordered a chocolate fudge Sunday , Seth ordered a chocolate doughnut, well he ordered three, Daìthì got Tristan a slice of apple pie and he ordered a chocolate cake slice for himself.

I narrowed my eyes at the enemy that was currently sitting on my plate. I began poking it with my fork and whispered ‘Die’ a few times. Tristan gasped and stared at my plate. "How could you!" he asked Daìthì with wide eyes.

I eyed the blueberry muffin suspiciously. What was with it anyway? It was trying to be a chocolate muffin but tasted shit! "Tristan?" I asked him turning my head in his direction but keeping my eyes zoned in on the blob of worthlessness that currently took resistance on my plate. "What do we do with it?"

"Oh you babies!" Tylor yelled and stuffed the hellish dessert into his mouth. Tristan and I let out a sigh of relief. At least it was gone. Tylor started to have a coughing fit and made a gagging choking noise. "SHIT! Tristan its trying to kill him!" I leaped over to Tylor’s side and began to hit his back as hard as I could. "Brook! BROOK! Stop!" Tylor stuttered. "Some food went down the wrong way that’s all!" "That’s what it wants you to think." I muttered. That thing would be the end of mankind.

"Wow! It’s scary how your both so alike! Dude did you just see that!" Harry asked Daìthì, than went back looking from Tristan to me back to Tristan. "Dude! I asked you to surprise me, not kill me!" I grumbled to Daìthì, who, in return, rolled his eyes at me.

"Sit, I’ll buy." Tristan smiled. I sat down, traumatised after that muffin had tried to kill my best friend. A fork landed beside my hand. Tristan placed a big board in front of me making my eyes go wide. "I love you!" I sighed. My eyes glazed over as they took in the Warm chocolate fudge cake with cold chocolate chip ice cream with a flake sticking out. i took a mouthful and sighed. "Better than sex?" Daìthì smirked. I groaned my agreement. I shared it with Tristan who also bought me a chocolate milkshake, and then a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows afterwards. I have the best boyfriend ever.

Chap song

I’m yours – Jason Marz