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I Can't Help My Self

An./ sorry its not that long.... i kinda... well no one laugh i just stabbed my self like an hour or two ago trying to open a package of almonds with a knife.....-.-...... yea yea yea i know!!! it hurts i stabbed my self between my thumb and pointer finger >.< D: SO PEOPLE BEWHARE OF OPENING ALMONDS WITH KNIVES!!!!!!! anyways i hope you like the Chapter :D Enjoy!!! ____________________________________________________________

SPOV

"Liam, in all seriousness, this dude seems really sensitive, so when he gets here, don't say anything that could possibly offend him, he already has poor self-esteem, and he doesn't need us sadists to lower it," I said, as we waited for Louis McHale to make an appearance into our(Kyles and Justin's) humble abode.

Last night, Justin had class at his fancy college, Liam was working, and I was bored out of my fucking mind, so I decided to call McGiant and discuss what time would be best for us to start our little extracurricular activity.

And I can honestly say from the bottom of my black hole, I have decided that I like him. Most definitely not in any sort of romantic way or anything, but in more of a little brother way. You know, when they kind of bug you, but secretly you enjoy their company.

And then you get to teach them shit. Yeah, don't lie, you know the way. Anyway, with Christmas coming up, he wanted to get his Liam-over(So clever, right?) done and have a girlfriend available to show off to his "over-bearing parents, permanent PMS sisters, and doucher of a brother" in time. And I swear on Liam, that is a direct quotation.

"Serena, must I remind you? I'm the nice cop," he said, going all OCD and making sure that every bottle was facing a specific direction. I pouted at him in annoyance.

"Whatever, just be cool," I said, waiting for him to turn around so I could turn one of the little bottles the wrong way.

"So, after we get the external makeover done, who's going to help him with the capturing of young girls hearts," he asked, fixing and scowling at the bottle that was shifted in the wrong direction. "How did this happen?" he mumbled, looking to the ones I turned while he was fixing the first one, but I was too distracted by his previous comment to enjoy his reaction.

Ah shit sickles.

This is going to prove to be a problem. Sure we could play around with his hair and make him look hot, and we could teach him our ways to make him seem witty, and would make him coo- okay, neither of us are in fact, "cool", but I'm getting off topic. The point is, neither of us had any experience in attracting mates of the female specimen.

Did I already say shit-sickles?

"Fuck, I didn't think of that," I said, watching Liam try to get one of the bottles pointed in the perfect direction again.

"Didn't think of what," Justin asked slightly confused, looking in curiously from the open door.

"Liam and I need to figure out a way to woo a girl right out of her pants, and neither of us have actually tried, so it's proving to be very difficult," I said looking upside down at him from my place on the bed.I know I could have probably found a way to phrase it to sound better, but I didn't, so... I laughed loudly at the perplexed expression on his face.

"You need to woo a girl?" We were about to tell him what we meant, but the doorbell rang, cutting us off. I sighed.

I've grown to fear that dreadful sound. No good ever comes of it. I either get my ass kicked by someone triple my age, or I have to waste my time on some stalker-like wannabe hooker. It never turns out good for me.

Liam went and answered it, revealing a very frazzled looking McGiant, who shot a grateful smile at me as soon as I came into his line of sight.

"Sup," I said, all gangsta-like.