Little Miss Not So Perfect

6- Ambushed

It's been a week, a whole 168 hours, or if you prefer 10,080 minutes, since the whole romance fiasco happened in the park and I have not spoken to anyone outside of my family. Not to Mason, not to Ashton, and most certainly not to Jason. Trust me, it's not like they haven't called me ten times a day every single day. This is by my choice. I need to learn how to be on my own. How else would I servive with out them?

It wouldn't be easy that's for dang sure.

I was down to twenty-five days. And instead of cherishing the small amount of time I have here, I'm sulking in my bedroom.

Oh, and did I mention I can't write either? My computer that my dad brutally murdered is still in the shop, she comes home in three days. I couldn't be more excited. I've literally been living in my pajamas for a week, I haven't gone out for a drive, or food, I've had pizza and China food delivered to my house. I sent Dad to the store for me to pick up a pint of coffee flavored ice cream because I didn't want to risk bumping into specific people.

I've just spent my days listening to music and reading romance novels that will never happen in real life.

Pitiful. Trust me, I know.

"Becca?" I hear a muffled voice through my door, followed by persistent knocking.

"Go away!" I yelled, burying my face into my pillow.

The door opened and I sat up, "I said go awa-"

Mason, Ashton, Noah, Dad, and Jason were all standing in my bedroom looking at me like I did something wrong. I locked eyes with Jason and looked down quickly.

"Uh, what are you guys doing here?" I asked narrowing my eyes and crossing my arms.

"Intervention." Ashton explained in great detail.

"No sh-" Dad gave me a warning look, "ship Sherlock." I finished clumsily.

Mason looked down to tried to hide his smirk.

" I don't need an 'intervention.'' I said, holding my ground.

"Denial." Noah and Dad said at the same time.

"Go away." I said once more, then flopped back down into my cozy bed pulling a pillow over my head.

Mason pulled the pillow off me and tossed it across the room. "We're trying to help Becca."

"This isn't 'help', this is an ambush." I retorted. "Can't you see, or hear for that matter, that I want to be left alone?"

"Becca you only have a few more days here, shouldn't you at least spending with your friends instead of alone?" Dad asked then sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm gonna be alone anyways. Might as well get used to it now." I stated.

Noah runs his hand down his face, "Drama Queen." He mutters.

"Hey!" I yelled

"I'm only speaking the truth."

"Shut up." I glared at him.

They all quietly stared at me for a good fifteen minutes. "Are you guys gonna leave now?" I asked hopefully.

"Not until you explain to us why you refuse to speak to us." Ashton said defiantly.

"I don't feel like explaining. Now leave me to my misery." I laid back down, feeling annoyed at not having a pillow. Damn you Mason.

"Becca, please?" Jason asked softly. I felt my resolve weakening. No, be strong Becca.

" I already told you. I'm gonna have to leave you guys anyways. Why not get it over with now. How am I gonna survive alone if I can't even focus correctly without at least one of you by my side for a week?"

"We're gonna call you everyday," Mason said sitting across from my dad.

"And I'll fly you back every vacation." Dad said.

I looked up at my three best friends.

"Ya know, sometimes you have to appreciate the little things in life." Ashton smiled at me.

"Like cake." Noah agreed.

A laugh pushed its way between my closed lips, creating a fart sound which only made me laugh harder.

"So," Jason asked after I finished with my laughing attack, "Are you ready to see the light of day?"

"My windows open," I gestured to the light streaming into my bedroom. "I already saw it genius."

"You know what I meant." I rolled his eyes.

I sat there staring at them awkwardly, not quite sure how to phrase the next words that were going to come out of my mouth.

"You guys, uh, wanna get out real quick?" I said slowly. They looked at me quizzically .

"Why?" Jason asked.

I bit my bottom lip, "I'm not wearing pants."

"Oh," they said in unison, then ushered themselves out of my bedroom.

I threw the sheet off me the moment the door closed, exposing my body clad in only a tank top and underwear. I'm not even gonna lie, it's the most comfortable thing to sleep in. As I opened the bottom drawer, I caught a whiff of my unwashed armpits and nearly fainted from the stench. God, I needed a shower.

After slipping on a pair of shorts, I grabbed clean clothes and a towel and took off for the bathroom.

In the shower the smell of warm vanilla mixed with the hot vapors of the water. I was singing Titanium, by David Guetta, at the top of my lungs, sounding pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself.

"Fire away, fire away!" I heard through the bathroom door.

"What the hell?" I said and turned off the shower.

"Why'd you stop? That's my song!" Ashton complained thought the door.

"You are such a creeper!" I yelled back. I dried off and dressed quickly, the back of my shirt sticking to the skin that wasn't quite dry yet.

I threw open the door only to find not just Ashton, but also Mason and Jason standing there with stupid grins on their faces.

"You guys are so freaking weird it's not even funny." I said dead-pan.

They just stared at me for a few moments before erupting into stomach-clenching fits of loud laughter.

"What?" I asked clearly not getting the joke.

That only seemed to make them laugh harder.

I put my hands on my hips and stomped my foot. "What is so funny?" I demanded.

Jason pointed to the mirror in the bathroom, I went over and looked at it.

"Omigod!" I gasped in horror.

My sleek mane of straight golden hair was now a huge frizzy, blonde afro. I'd forgotten what steam and humidity did to my hair.

If you were to stick something in my hair right now, it'd be lost forever. I tried to scrape it back into a ponytail but the hair tie snapped the second time I tried to wrap it around.

"Help me fix this!" I shouted at them, they responded with useless giggles.

"You guys are terrible people!" I informed them and stomped into my room for a scrunchie seemed to tame at least the front of my hair. The back of it looked like a poodle's worst nightmare. "I guess we're just gonna have to stay here and watch movies." I told them when I came out of my room.

"Sounds good to me." Mason shrugged.

"Can we get pizza?" Jason asked.

"And cake?" My brother asked from downstairs.

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