Keaton VS. Luke {Emblem3 and 5SOS}

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"KEATON KEATON!!" I screamed. The boy was sprawled on my floor, writhing and groaning. "Keaton! What in the world!"
    There was a growing blaze in the corner of my eye. The crash sent my candle into my curtains (I always forget to put that damn thing out), and now it was catching fire. I stared at it with wonder until an even bigger flame was spraying across my room. Keaton had rolled over onto the bottle of hairspray Koda left when she was here, and it was creating a sort of torch. It scalded him, so he yelped and rolled away from it.
   I got up and fanned it with my blanket with put some of it out, but it had spread all the way up my curtains. I had several bottles of water and Mountain Dews open, so I threw them onto the fire. Within just a few seconds it was all over; no more flames, no more fire. Just smoke that billowed out of my other window I opened, and out of the open one that Keaton crashed through.
   I sat on my bed, sighing and putting my face in my palm. "Keaton what the hell were you doing?"
   "Keaton?"
I looked at the boy still laying in my floor, now up on his elbows, looking at me. There was blood on his forehead and oozing out of his forearm. A glass shard lodged in his leg glinted off what light filtered in.
   "Well, who ever the hell you are. What were you doing?"
   I heard a knock at my front door. I groaned and got up. "You wait here."
   I walked across my house, mumbling to myself. I knew it was the cops, had to be. I know my neighbors had to have heard the crash. I unlatched the door and,
   "You are NOT the cops."
"Yeah, sort of not." One of the three said. The flaming redhead.
   "What the frick is going on around here?" I sat, exasperated at the table. I waved them in and told them to shut the door.
  "Our friend Luke crashed through your window."
   "Hemmings? Luke Hemmings?"
"Yeah," Calum said uneasily. "You must know us."
   "Who doesn't?"
It was silent for a moment.
   There was scuffling coming from my room and around the doorway to the kitchen. I stood up and pointed at Luke. "You." He stopped. "You get your motherf*cking ass in that bathroom and wait for me."
   "Where's-"
"Turn around. First door on your right."
   He did as told.
"Are you okay Miss?" Ashton asked me.
   "Peachy." As I walked to the bathroom, I snatched some snowball treats out of my cabinet and threw them at them. "Here. Fat cakes if you're hungry."

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The sun was rising by the time I got finished patching up Luke. He tried to speak to me the whole three hours it took-most of the time was spent drying more towels and getting Ashton to run and get gauze and peroxide from the drug store- but I wouldn't have it. I did my work with my jaws wired shut until sunlight spewed through my kitchen and the five of us sat there meddling over coffee and donut sticks.
   "You never told us your name." Michael stated.
   "Brianna." I hashed.
"We're sorry Brianna. We'll pay for the repairs. Do you have a place to stay until then?"
   I plopped my head on the table. I was so drained. "I do."
   "Where? We can take you."
"I've got a cop buddy out in Thousand Oaks I'll stay with."
   They all turned pale.
This made me smile. "Don't worry. We're thirty miles out of her jurisdiction, so she can't work this case."
   "Do you still want us to take you?" Calum bravely asked.
   I shook my head. "No. I'll tell her to come down here. Just let me make a phone call."
   I went off into another room and got on the phone. A few minutes later I returned.
   "She'll be coming. She's DYING to meet you."
   I sat down at my chair and stirred my sweet tea with my straw.
   Ten minutes later there were sirens.