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Chapter 23 - Chills

Chapter 23; Chills
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

Word Count: 1539 

"I'm heading down to the coffee shop Ricky works at!" I call, making my way through the house. I pull my sweater off the coat stand and tug it on as I pass Liam in the kitchen. "Do you ever go home, Liam?" I ask, stealing a brownie off his plate. 

"Excuse me?" Liam asks, pulling the brownie out of my hand. "Would you rather I spend all day in home instead of with my little sister?" He sounds offended in a way I don't know if it's real or not. "Yeah?"

"Listen, kid. Just 'coz you have two older sisters and no younger ones, doesn't mean you can treat me like a little sister. Alright?" Liam rolls his eyes. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to call your little sisters hot, right?"

"Shut up and leave," Liam mumbles, cheeks blazing red. 

I comply and walk out. God, I don't even understand why Liam and Harry would move out of our family house and into their own apartment if they're spending most of the time here. They moved out because they wanted to keep studying but half the time they crash at our place. 

On the other hand, Niall is currently studying but I don't even know what he does. He's in the frat at his college (which is a completely different from where Harry and Liam go) and that makes him determined. He can't keep being in the frat unless his grades are higher than a B. 

Speaking of Niall's frat brothers, they're all pigs. Except the cute little one. His name is Austin and he's barely eighteen. He's just a pledge. Half of me feels like he's too innocent to be in the frat but the other half of me wants to support him.

I don't even know what I'm saying. I feel like I'm just rambling nowadays (which is understandable). 

"Crap-a-doodle-do," I hiss, turning on my heel. I've barely reached the corner of my street, when I remembered I left my keys on the counter-top of the living room table. I trek back towards the house, pushing the door open. 

Louis never locks the door and I swear one day we're gonna get robbed because of that. 

I grab the keys off the table, realizing I didn't pack money either. I grab the five bucks on the TV stand, shaking my head in disbelief. I sigh. "I'm such an idiot," I mumble, opening the door again.

"You can say that again."

"Liam, go home!"

(ﾉ◕ω◕)ﾉ～『✧~*DICKS*~✧』

"Ricky! My man! My man from another land! My man from another land from another pan! My man from another land from another pan from another can! My man from another land from another pan from another can from another --"

"Shut up, will ya?" Ricky says, sliding me my iced tea across the table. I raise an eyebrow. "I was expecting you," He adds, lips flicking up into a wicked grin. My eyes widen as I slowly begin to back away from the counter. "I'm kidding, babe. I messed up an order and I didn't wanna scrap it so I saved it until someone ordered it. Conveniently, I knew you liked this."