The Trouble-Makers (Alex Gaskarth Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eleven

"Welcome to the Trouble-Makers," Jack said, clasping hands with Mike and bringing him for what'd I'd call, for lack of words, a 'bro hug.' After talking it over, the guys simply just called Mike over to come meet us at my house, since the guys refused to leave their comfy seats.  I just hoped my dad wouldn't come home until late so he wouldn't see all the guys that were flocking to my room. "How does it feel?"

"Freaking sweet, dude," Mike said, shaking his head. 

"You got make sure you're still Troubling after we leave," Alex said beside me, pointing a finger at Mike and chuckling. 

"Hey, I'll hold down the fort," he said raising his hands up.  "I got this, you know me."

Jack smirked at that, plopping back down on his seat.  "I'm hungry," he complained, and then rolled his head to look over at me.  I at first ignored him but then he coughed loudly, on purpose, to catch my attention.

I threw my hands up in the air at him. "You think I'm going to feed you after you keep snapping at me?" I asked, a playful smile forming on my lips.

I felt Alex stiffen beside me, and I guess I over stepped my boundaries again.  But when I looked over at Jack, he didn't look angry.  "If you buy me pizza I swear you'll be the number one person in my book.  Even higher than Alex."

Alex mocked a face of hurt, placing a hand to his chest.  "But Jack," he said in a womanly voice.

"Enough, peasant, I have spoken." He put his hand in the air, as if to hush Alex.

I couldn't help but giggle at this.  I would've never expected these guys who acted like such tough and mean guys at school could be so goofy and lame.  I actually adored this side to them, I only wished they'd show it more often.  And, well, maybe they will the closer I get to them.  Guess I'll just have to stick around to find out.

"Fine, I'll order pizza," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Get pepperoni!" Jack shouted after me as I climbed up from my seat, leaving Alex alone and went down the make-shift stairs.  Jay was right on my heels, hoping I was about to go get food so he could beg for it.

I reached for the pizza's order out menu and ordered two large pizzas, and like Jack asked, I got pepperoni.  I have to admit, I was a huge push over to people I thought nice of.  And, well, today I thought nice of Jack which is the only reason I was willing to do this.  But I was going to hold this as black mail to him one day.

Jay began meowing at my feet and I reached down to rub his head.  Since it'd be about half an hour until the pizza's made it to our house, I began grabbing plates out for the guys and I, and also grabbing a bunch of napkins...they looked like the kind of guys who'd be messy eaters.  What was I thinking? All guys are messy eaters, and so I grabbed a few more napkins.  I let out a sigh and went to my fridge, looking in and grabbing a 2-liter Pepsi bottle.

"Holy crap, you're loaded with food," I heard Alex chuckle from behind me, and I just grabbed another 2-liter out.

"My dad always keeps this place supplied with as much food and junk as he can," I explained.  "He's always hoping one day I'd come home with friends and so we could all pig out and have fun."

Alex leaned against the counter behind him. "You never made friends that easy, have you?"

I walked over to him, setting the 2-liters down on the counter before turning to face him.  "Well, it's not that.  I just...I never felt the urge to go and hang out with people...I was always independent." I walked over towards one of the cabinents, now pulling out cups. "And, well, when I went out of my way to make friends, I never felt like I really fit in.  Or if the people around me liked me.  I just felt awkward, so I just got used to being by myself."