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11.Good Relationships

11.Good Relationships

   Apparently, excusing yourself so no problems arise and a search party isn't sent, isn't the right thing to do. When the doorbell rang, Louis and Max were in deep conversation. I was polite and excused myself. But of course, Max hates when people interrupt her and slapped me across the face. I swear, if Louis wasn't there, I would've have slammed her on the table, probably breaking it in the process. But Louis was there and stopped the make out session that was about to take place. 

   I swung the front door open, not bothering peaking through the whole first. I was surprised, yet excited when I found four familiar girls standing there. I slapped the surprised look off my face, replacing it with a fiery grin. All four girls giggled, twirling the ends of their hair. I stepped aside, inviting them in. They all grinned, kissing my cheek as they walked in. I felt nothing for any of them, but hey. Who doesn't want hot girls all over them?

   "Zayn, thanks for inviting us over. What are we going to do?" Rachel, the leader, asked, twirling a piece of her red hair. We were all standing in the hallway. I heard giggling from the kitchen, and that's when I remembered I still had other guests. Since when did everyone decide my house was so cool? Seriously, this isn't Club Malik or something. I raised my index finger, rushing off into the kitchen. Max and Louis were laughing so hard, they looked like retarded seals.

   "What's so funny?" I hissed, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. Max and Louis instantly shut up before simultaneously explaining this long story on how Louis caught his shoe lace on the bottom of one of the bar stools and fell over. Finally, I shut them up. "I have guests over, can't you two just hop out the window or something?"

   "We can," Louis started.

   "But we won't," Max finished.

   "Zayn! What is taking you so lo --" Rachel stopped halfway through her sentence, staring at the two idiots sitting behind the counter. The apartment went quiet. Max's happy smile faded, replaced by a sinister stare. The three girls behind Rachel turned, running out the apartment. Wow, how can something so hot scare other hot things away? Rachel's blank stare turned into a sickly sweet smile. "Oh, I didn't realize you had guests."

   Max being Max returned the sickly sweet smile, along with a finger that should not be raised. Rachel made a face, followed by a moist tongue poking out of her mouth. Max rolled her eyes. To be honest, seeing pretty girls fight was one of the hottest things ever. And breaking it up, would only ruin the fun. Instead, I did the logical thing. 

   "Louis, help me unpack something."

   Louis seemed to understand and followed me to my bedroom. The second he walked by the door, we pushed some chairs in front of it. Being guys, we never knew what to do in a situation like this and completely panicked. I rocked back in forth on the corner while Louis ran around the room, holding his head.

   "What the fuck do we do? Two pretty girls are fighting in the kitchen!" I said, panicking.

   "We have to get rid of one of them! You know pretty girls. They never want other pretty girls around," Louis said, stopping his pacing (well, running). I stood up from the floor, sitting on the bed. Louis sat beside me, I shook his head. I let out an amazed sound, causing Louis to shift his gaze over to me.

   "You sure know women," I nodded. Louis nodded as well. We stood up from the bed, pushed everything back into its place, and braced ourselves for the talk we were bout to have. We slowly creep out into the hallway, walking in circles back to back. "Where do you think they are?" I whisper, looking around the hallway.

   "I don't kn-" Before Louis finished his sentence, a loud bang and a shout are heard from the living room. We look at each other before dashing into the living room to find Max on the floor with Rachel straddling her.