Living With The Guys (Being edited)

1: "You have an abusive problem!"

The loud thumping of feet against wood and the yelling and screaming of the victory over the undead made me slam my head onto my pillow for the 12th time this morning.

I stayed 5 minutes with my face buried under pillows and teddies, yet the noise didn't stop, not once. With a growl, I jumped off the bed and walked to my ball closet.

Most normal teenage girls would have make up or shoe closets, well I had a ball closet. It was where I kept all my sport balls, like footballs, basketballs and others.

Pulling it open, I reached in for my favorite ball. The basketball. Taking it into my hands, a smirk made its way onto my face.

I stomped down the stairs in annoyance and stopped at the kitchen. I watched as 4 guys jumped up and down, dancing and making pancakes.

I put on my game face and threw the ball at the radio on the counter, watching as it crashed onto the floor into a million radio babies.

"That was new! " Matt groaned. I threw the ball (That bounced back) at Louie and luckily it hit Brian too making him hit his head on the wall.

Letting out a laugh, I picked the ball from the floor and walked to the living room. I spotted the 2 guys yelling at the TV as they played their video game, which I'm 100% sure was about zombies.

I wiped the smile off my face and smacked in a scowl, walking to their front, I ripped the plug out of the TV and they both whined. Logan even chucked his controller at me before realization kicked in. His eyes widened and he shook his head slowly, raising both hands in apology.

I kissed my teeth with narrowed eyes, and threw the ball at Logan who tried to duck but still got hit, in the process elbowing Alex in the face and stepping on his foot.

I bursted out laughing but stopped at the sound of... music.

I walked back up the stairs with my ball in hand and followed the pleasant sounds, which led to one of our closets.

I pulled the door open and saw Zach on the floor, his guitar in hand. He froze and looked up at me, a nervous smile planted on his face. I smiled back at him as innocently and I could, then in a second it morphed into a glare.

"Good Morning." I chirped as I threw the ball at him, he moved backwards and hit his head on a shelf, resulting to tons of boxes crashing on him.

I smiled to my self and made my way back to my room, jumping on the bed I snuggled up to my pillow and curled into a ball. Closing my eyes I let sleep take me away.

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"We need to talk." Zack's voice boomed from the living room. I just woke up and came down to get food not a talk.

I quickly changed directions, heading towards the living room, only to be met by 7 guys with only 1 smiling. I examined them and smirked at the outcome of my little ball exchange.

"Good morning everyone," I chirped and sat in the chair next to Andy, who had an amused smile on his face.

"Don't 'Good morning' us, you horrible monster." Alex spat as he glared at me. I pouted at Zach and fake sniffled at them.

"Ha-ha. That's not gonna work anymore." Zach deadpanned then he continued "The guys and I have talked, and we think you have an abusive problem."

My jaw dropped and I stared at all of them, I stopped at Zach and glared at him, with a scoff I crossed my arms above my chest.

"I do not have an abusive problem, right Andy. " I turned to him for back up, knowing he would most likely support me.

"Sorry guys, but I think she's right," Andy said with a shrug. That's why Andy's my favorite, he drives me anywhere I want to go, any time I want to and he's the only fun, less messy and loud one. Alex scoffed and frowned.

"You're just saying that cause she never hurts you and you find this-" He gestured to himself, "-amusing." Alex retorted.

Andy parted his lips to shoot something snarky to his twin brother but I was quick to interject with a sigh.

"Look guys, I'm sorry if I hurt you-" I looked at the ice packs and bandages everywhere on the floor "-And I'm pretty sure you guys are mad at me but really I'm sorry. But in my defense how else am I supposed to sleep on Saturday, with all the noise and ruckus. So do you guys forgive me?" I pouted and widened my eyes, giving the cliche puppy look.

"Of course we do." Zach answered for the pack of guys in the room. I got up and hugged Zach, letting go of him I smiled softly then immediately punched him really hard in the gut, to which he doubled over. He whined and I smirked.

"I do not have an abusive problem." I stated and walked back to Andy who was holding back a laugh, but doing a horrible job at it. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him to the living room door like an accessory.

"I'm leaving with the only person who understands me." I said with a Humph and pulled Andy out the house. I dragged him to his black Sedan and got in. Once he sat in the drivers seat, I ordered the first thing in mind.

"Drive."