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Inspired by: Ta-Dah! It’s BAP! (variety show)
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“YEAH! KILL HIM, KILL HIM!” Ricky yelled, cheering as the bomb dropped on some island in the middle of somewhere.
“Ricky, shut up…” Nate groaned, burying his head into the pillows, his black hair sticking up from all the static.
“Oi, what are you guys doing?” Matt asked excitedly, jumping over the sofa and onto Nate, his coffee brown fringe falling into his eyes as his baseball cap sat on his head.
“GET OFF ME!” Nate yelled, squirming under Matt who ignored him and continued sitting on him.
Nate was now he was lying in pain, but still lying down. Which was to Matt, the most important thing. Besides, he was still breathing, he’ll be fine.
“WILLIAM, GET IN HERE, RICKY’S GOT THAT MOVIE YOU WANTED TO WATCH!” Matt yelled as Nate finally threw him off him, glaring.
“TITANIC?!” William asked excitedly, rushing into the room with excited eyes, his spiky red hair distracting the three guys currently watching the movie.
“Dude, why is your hair so red?” Ricky asked, getting up and poking his hair.
“Leave my hair alone,” William whined, slapping Ricky’s hand away. “Go play with your own hair!”
“My hair’s normal colored,” Ricky smirked, lifting his hood off and running a hand through his brown hair.
“Shut up, not everyone has as much hair as you do,” William growled, shoving the brown haired guy out of the way and settling down next to Matt. “Hey! This isn’t Titanic!”
“No shit Sherlock,” Ricky muttered, rolling his eyes. “You think I’ll watch that romance shit?”
“Guys, get the fucking door!” A voice yelled from outside. “Or I’m going to eat these pizzas by myself right now!”
“DON’T YOU DARE HENRI, OR I’LL REALLY FORCE YOU TO EAT THE BOXES AS WELL!” Ricky threatened, throwing open the door to see the platinum blonde guy grinning and holding the five boxes of pizza.
“I was good. I didn’t eat any,” He chirped, balancing the boxes and setting them on the ground.
“Money, hand it over,” William stated, holding out a hand.
“No,” The blonde replied, shaking his head furiously.
“MONEY. NOW!” The red head pressed.
“NO!”
“Nate, do your job!” He huffed, turning toward the black haired boy.
Nate sighed and turned toward Henri, doing his infamous puppy eyes. “Give William the money, please~?”
Henri faltered, looking at the baby faced guy in front of him before sighing and handing over the money.
“We’re missing five bucks. What’d you do with it,” William demanded, patting Nate on the head for a job well done.
“I milked a cow,” Henri replied seriously.
“What?” Ricky asked, confused.
“I paid five bucks to milk a cow.”
“WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” William yelled, confused beyond belief.
“I WANTED FRESH MILK!” Henri defended, huffing.
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Hacking Into the Heart (Series of One Shots)
Humor"Passion is the key, your heart is your ID" ~~ "If a girl approached you, what would you do?" Marc asked, arching an eyebrow as ten possible answers were displayed on the screen. "Run away," Nate answered immediately. "No." "Cry?" Matt trailed off...
