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Standing in the doorway was Angus, his arms full of groceries.

"You don't have a thing for what?" Angus asked, walking into the kitchen and putting the bags onto the counter.

I turned again to see Ivy, and saw a box of cookies. "I don't have a thing for cookies." I said, finishing my sentence.

"Really, why?" Angus questioned further. Ivy started laughing.

"Oh, she most definitely has a thing for cookies." Ivy commented, almost falling down because she was laughing so hard.

"I do not have a thing for the cookies." I argued.

"Okay then, I'm just going to go into the living room now and watch some T.V." Angus said, looking very confused.

"I'll join you." I said, giving Ivy a glare before turning away from her and walking out the door.I kept my focus on the small screen of the T.V. which was showing a T.V. show that I'd never seen nor heard of, when Ivy walked into the room and sat down next to Angus and I. She spared a glance in my direction, giving me a knowing look when she took notice that I was on Angus' lap. Rolling my eyes, I resisted to stick my tongue out at her and looked away from her. I thought I heard her laugh, but Angus wasn't paying attention to Ivy and I's silent conversation to even take notice of it. A few minutes later, the show ended and I remembered that I still had to tell Ivy that we were going to go to Australia with the guys and possibly go on tour with them when the band finished recording their new album.

"Hey Ivy, are you okay with going to Australia with the guys? And maybe joining the band when they go on tour?" I asked her, knowing she would most likely say yes.

"Yeah, sounds fun." Ivy replied, turning her attention towards me.

I grinned in response, and looked up at Angus. "I only of to worry about Gaylord's response now." I said.

"Will we still go if she says no?" Ivy asked.

"Of course, but I'd prefer it if she came along with us." I replied, feeling my excitement start to disappear.

Ivy only nodded in response, and turned her attention back to the T.V.

"Has Gaylord even woken up yet?" Angus asked.

I looked at the couch across from us and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't think so, but then again she loves to sleep so I'm just going to let her be." I said.

"Okay." Was his reply.

I suddenly remembered that the rest of the guys were supposed to be coming here with food.

"Angus, where are the guys?" I asked.

"I lost track of them at the store. Bon was talking about getting all the junk food, and then they all separated in search for the junk food." Angus replied.

"I forgot about the food!" Ivy yelled, jumping up from the couch and running into mage kitchen.

"See what you've done? She'll eat all that food tonight." I said to Angus.

"I'm sure that she'll take all the food into my room and hoard it there, but that gives us alone time together." Angus said.

Before I could respond, Ivy came out of the kitchen holding a bag of food and went into the bedroom. "I've got food!" Ivy said, shutting the door behind her.

"Your plan worked perfectly, but what are we going to do?" I asked him.

"I don't know, but I can now ask you what I've been wanting to ask you." Angus replied, causing me to turn around on his lap so I faced him completely.

"And what do you want to ask me?"

"Do you wanna go out with me?" Angus asked.

I thought about it for maybe a second before responding. "Yes. I really like you Angus so there's no reason for me to say no."

Angus' eyes lit up with happiness and I couldn't help but kiss him. I kept myself aware of the fact that Gaylord was on the other couch and could wake up at any moment. It was tough remembering this when Angus hands started to move from my waist and travel down to my hips. I kept my hands in his soft curly hair, and deepened the kiss. The thought of Gaylord being in the same room became a distant thought that I couldn't be bothered with. Angus found the hem of the sweater I was wearing and I felt his cool hands touch my overheated skin, his hands explored to my back and upwards towards the clasp of my bra.

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