Milkshakes, Memories, and Monsters Under the Bed. (Dylan O'Brien)

Chapter 5 - Blood flow

NOTE: Guys, I want to start another story, even though I have two on going right now. Yes, it's ridiculous but I want to. Give me ideas on who to write them about!!! Please, I need ideas. I probably won't do any 1D shit, there is enough fan fic on them so y'all don't need mine in that mix. I was thinking about a NBHD one, but that might be dumb. IDK HELP PLEASE. 

"You made this decision without consulting me?" I asked angrily, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms as Jeremy frowned. 

He rubbed the back of his neck "I thought you would think it was a good idea," he defended. 

I scoffed. "Dylan has lived with us for a week now and you're already making him a room." 

Jeremy fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, until his head snapped up, meeting my eyes coldly. "Well fuck me Brielle, I just wanted to be nice. I wanted to do something selfless for someone who needed help," he growled. "He has no one, if he wasn't with us he'd be outside on the streets. I may not know him personally, but I want to help." 

My face softened. "Okay fine," I gave in. "What's one more guy living with us right? It's not like I even feel like a girl anymore," I sighed, laughing. 

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"First things first," Kiet directed. "We gotta paint over that ugly baby shit green color we have." 

I frowned. "It's chartreuse," I whined. "The guy at the paint store said it was in for spring."

Kiet laughed as he lay his arm across my shoulders. "He lied, sweetie. He lied big time."

"Okay, then what color do you want Dylan?" I questioned, as Dylan wandered around the office room which would soon become his.

"Honestly, the baby shit color is fine. I'm just stoked to have a place to live, really I am," Dylan gushed.

Kiet rolled his eyes, patting my shoulder. "It's gonna be a blue, a nice calming and not revolting blue."  

"We're going to paint it tonight? It's almost 5," I evaluated. We were the best at late night projects and I knew we were going to paint even if I didn't want to. 

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"Charlie, please come here. You have to go to bed," I begged, standing in the door way. The boys were scattered about the room,  paint brushes and rollers in hand. 

Charlie sighed, putting his little paint brush on a tray of the blue liquid that was now covering over the green. He walked over to me, I gasped.Every time he took a step he trailed blue paint over the hard wood floors.

Dylan turned around as I yelled for Charlie to stop. Dylan walked over picked Charlie up over his shoulder and tugged his shoes off. He carried Charlie over to me, handing me his blue covered sneakers as he set him back down. "No need to shout," he said with a wink. 

My face instantly started to burn. I nodded my head as I dragged Charlie with me to his room. I got Charlie in bed finally and headed back to the room to help the boys finish painting. 

The shoe tracks were still on the floors. "You guys," I whined. "Can't anyone clean in this house or am I the only one?" I grabbed some paper towels and started to scrub at the paint, it wasn't coming off. "Great it's dried on there." 

"It was time for new flooring in here anyways," Kiet joked. 

I shrugged. "If you want to pay for it, you go right ahead," I replied, throwing the paper towels to the side. 

I grabbed Jeremey's hat off his head and placed it on mine. He smiled at me, handing me his paint brush as well. "You can take my spot if you take my hat sweets," he declared. "I'm going to go sleep now."