Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 13 - Boy's Povs Pt.2

--Billy's POV--

Y/N....where do I even begin to describe her..? I mean, she was the first person who made me feel love. Well in that kind of way. I will admit I like the guys, as friends though.

But I love that woman with my entire being, and I'd do anything for her. After she left, peices of all the guys including me just died. Went missing, gone. Forever.

A hold that will never be able to be filled in by any other girl. She's my woman, she is creative, and does the cutest little things you wouldn't expect anyone to even notice.

We all noticed how she picked at her nails when she was nervous, how she would comb a hand through her hair when a cute boy walked by, how she always made sure everyone around her was okay even when she wasn't.

Man, I love everything about her.
And I'm sure Stu would totally say the same. Damn. Thing.

--Stu's POV--

Yeah, other chicks are cool. But are they as cool as Y/N? Nope. Y/N is the hottest and coolest chick to exist. No girl can be up at her level, and I mean no hoe can be. Shes fucking dope as shit bro. Y/N is her own person, no one is like her or could ever fill-in her spot in my heart. She's un-replacable. You just can't get rid of her, once you meet her you'll never wanna let her go. Or even out of your sight for that matter, and what a sight she was.

Goddamn dude, I turn to fucking stone down there everytime I just think about her.
Of course we use to talk all the time, but that was before the whole fucking massacre shit with every fucking one of the guys. We just couldn't cope with her leaving, being without her is like having to go in time out for something you didn't do. It fucking sucks ass and it's painful. But even if killing bitches was a form of coping, it never made me feel any less upset that I don't have my princess in my life.

But if someone was to say that I will eventually want to have her for myself when we first met her, I would've laughed in their face...but now? Man...I don't even fucking know.

Dude, it's so obvious to say I loved everything about her. Even though I don't even know where she lives, yet, I still fucking love that chick.

--Brahms POV--

I never talked much to her, but I loved to listen to her. She was a very lively and talkative girl. I loved that about her. Y/N may have talked to her hearts content, but she was a heck of a good listener.

I've always loved the little things about her, thing that she thought I wouldn't notice. She's always so cute when she flustered or nervous, but of course I'd never comment on it, for I never had to. It was always Freddy, Bo, or Stu who would tease her about it and make Y/N red as a beat. While we all would just chuckle at her embarrassed state.

But I was always furious when the others said such perverted things. I wanted her to myself and the way they all talked about wanting the same thing made me sure I had competition.

I loved everything about her, I hope she hasn't changed. I bet she hasn't changed at all; she's never been one to change alot. And thats a good thing in this regard. But then again, I'll never know until I see her once again.

And I will see her soon. I can promise her that.

--Hannibal's POV--

Honestly, I never in a million years would have thought that I would be so obssessed and stuck on a woman.

Let alone someone you would assume to be a rich snob. Although Y/N may have been rich, she certainly isn't really a snob per say. She is however sassy, stubborn, bratty, and a little whiney when she looses something. But thats nothing that me and the guys couldn't help with. We always aided in bringing her back down to earth, and in the right peice of mind.
Where she would realise the bright side of things. Most of the time she did have a good reason to be tempered and upset...but if she didn't we would help her realise where she went wrong in a resonable manner.

And I loved it when she got bratty, yes I know, If someone ever said that I'd be into that, I would've just walked away thinking they were on something. But now that I look back on it, I loved it when she acted like that. And I just got to tame her.
It was so exhilerating and exciting especially when it was her doing it.

Besides the kinks, I do love her so so much. And I dread the thought of the others liking her too, but I'm afraid it's the reality I will just have to face.

But if I am to get the girl, I will have to get her first.

--Freddy's POV--

I use to think Y/N was a bitch at first sight. Or a good-for-nothing, pink obsessed, crazy ex, rich bitch.

But after getting to know her better, I almost felt bad for thinking she was all of those things. Cause she proved me wrong, except for the pink part - that part was true. She doesn't like to flaunt that her parents are succesful and that she's wealthy. I admire that,
amongst all the other things about her I admire.

Such as, her style, her pink obsession, her soft H/C locks, her face when she was flustered and her cute physique.

Hell, pretty much just her in general.
If you were to ask me who I liked or what my type is it would just be a quick and short answer, cause it so fucking obvious.
Y/N, that's my type. Plain and simple.

I'd do anything for that little gremlin I call my best friend and wife.

--Norman's POV--

Y/N is the sweetest little sugar plum ever! I thought when I first met her that if I ever spoke to her she'd make fun of my stutters. Until I heard her stutter under specific circumstances: when shes flustered, or nervous, or upset.

Everytime she stuttered I felt more and more at ease, for once someone would understand what it's actually like to have a speech impediment.

Anytime I would apologise for my stutters she would always tell me to 'Shush, don't apologise to me ever unless I say ow.'
I would always smile so big whenever she wouldn't let me apologise, I felt loved and that - me being a little different because of my speech inpediment was fine with her.

She always made me feel safe, and wanted. I liked that. But the sad part was that I'd only ever get that feeling when I was around her. Not around the others, not around teachers, not even my parents.
Which is why I always was around her, she made me feel okay, and safe. Like I belonged. I didn't want that feeling to ever go away.

The guys, however, didn't make me feel that safe...every corner I turned there would be one of them with a pillow charging at me. Then BOOM smacked in the face hard with a pillow...

Y/N and I had alot in common, we had the same taste in music for example! Which included: indie pop, and some nirvana songs.

Whilst were on the topic of music, any romantic song that would play I would always imagine scenerios of me and
Y/N to it And I will admit, some were dirty. But I never did anything! Atleast, not always-.