The Rock Symphony

I I I : H A R R I S O N

{ Huge thanks to Joe, aka AverageJoella for helping me edit this story and coming up with a new word: baboob. Don't question it. It was just a typo that we found funny so we kept it. Enjoy~ }

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"What?! You're joking right? But you're so nice... and he's so...him," I stuttered to say, my eyes widening. The rest of them stopped eating, turning their attention to us.

"Ashley's Cameron's cousin? Cool," Jeremy grinned, stuffing his face back into the burger. Was he really taking that long to eat a burger? Ashley made a disgusted face at Jeremy, whether it was because of his burger or the fact that he thought it was 'cool' to be cousins with Cameron, I mean, I wouldn't know. Although if Cameron was my cousin, I would make plenty of disgusted faces.

"I wish I was joking," Ashley muttered, slumping down into her chair. "He's... annoying." She struggled to say, and I nodded sympathetically, patting her on the back. That poor, poor little girl.

"At least you guys don't live together,” I said smiling, popping a greasy french fry in my mouth. Well, dang, these actually weren’t half bad!

"Uhm... Actually..." Ashley's face darkened, and my mouth dropped open, and the french fry I was eating fell onto the table. Jeremy snickered, but I couldn't pay attention to burger face. I was too occupied by this.

"Holy shit. You're related to him and you live in the same house? You're welcome to stay over anytime you want," Damn, not only was she related to the Class A annoying asshole, but she also had to live with that baboob. Gosh, and I thought I had it rough.  

"Thanks, but she is my girlfriend, Kennedy," Vince rolled his eyes, plopping a fry or two into his mouth. And he has a girlfriend, how?

"Yea? But poor Ashley here, doesn't deserve to be taken hostage by the things growing under your bed," Dakota pointed out, his eyes full of humor. I winced in disgust, the french fry in my mouth didn’t taste so nice now. What type of things did he grow...actually never mind.

"It was like one time! Don't be like that, Dakota." Vince's cheeks sported a new color, and I turned to face the boys.

"What happened?"

"Well, Vince left his und-" Dakota was quickly interrupted, a fry poking him in the eye. "Vince! Did you really throw a french fry in my eye?" he asked incredulously. Vince cocked his head to the side, feigning innocence.

"I don't know what you're talking about,” He said, tilting his head from side to side.

"Bullshit!" Dakota growled, throwing a pickle at Vince.

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"That was amazing!" Jeremy sang, causing the rest of us to wince. And he wonders why we don't let him sing, I thought distastefully.

"Augh, I can't believe we got kicked out of Five Guys! I really enjoyed eating there," muttered Orion, wiping off the mustard on his sleeve. The six of us were asked - okay, more like demanded - to leave the premises. Once the pickle that Dakota threw, landed perfectly on Vince's forehead, there was a full blown argument and a mini food fight. Ashley and I guarded ourselves with trays, praying that the food wouldn't land on us. Customers around us began complaining to the managers, who eventually came over to us to ask us to stop. That was, until Jeremy aimed the ketchup bottle badly, hitting the manager rather than Orion.

"Are you sure it wasn't because of the cute waitress?" Jeremy teased, instantly shutting up when Orion shot him a death glare.

"No, it wasn't because of some waitress, but their burgers. Do you know how amazing Five Guys burgers are? Yea, they’re the best burgers around here,” Orion said dreamily.