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9.

"Why are they taking so long?" I whine. "I can't stand this fucking smell anymore." I say blocking my nose.

"Yeah it's been nearly two hours. Maybe something happened." G says looking at his phone.

"Okay well let's play a game while we wait for time to pass." Hayes suggests.

"What game?"

"Charades?" I shrug and stand up. I think I will be a pirate. I cover my eye and pretend I have one leg.

"A cyclops?" Hayes asks. I shake my head and laugh. I point to my shoulder.

"An army guy?" Nash asks. I shake my head.

"Um, a one legged hobo?" JJ says.

"What the fuck?" I laugh. I get back in my position. "AARGH." I say. You know how like the Pirates make that noise when they're angry.

"Oh a pirate." G says.

"Yes finally." I say and sit down. G stands up. He starts twerking.

"Miley Cyrus!" I say. He shakes his head. He sits on a chair and twerks.

"Someone with Tourettes?" JJ says. He shakes his head again. He takes his shirt off.

"Okay wait follow me guys." He says. He walks outside and goes over to a pole. He starts pole dancing.

"A pole dancer." Hayes says and bursts out laughing. He shakes his head. He takes off his shirt.

"Your hot?" Nash says. He shakes his head. Wtf is he? He takes off his pants leaving him in underwear.

"Oh you're a stripper." I say.

"Finally! That shit was getting awkward.

"What the fuck? Gilinsky what are you doing?" I turn around and see Matt and Taylor holding bags.

"I was just um gonna go for a- I was- swimming. Yeah I was swimming." He says and jumps in the pool. I roll my eyes and walk inside.

"So what took you guys so long?" I ask as they bring in at least forty grocery bags.

"We bought 50 million fucking groceries. That's what took us so long." Matt says bringing the last bag.

"Okay well I'll put everything away okay?" I say. They nod and go away. I open the fridge. Old cheese, spoilt milk, rotten eggs, melted ice cream. Seriously? This is gonna take a very long time to clean.