Adventures of Ronnie and the Why Don't We boys

Chapter 7

"Well, you were right. I would hate to share a bathroom with these boys." "Ouch, Ronnie, that hurt." "I mean, I've seen the snapchat stories, Noodles. Don't even get me started." "Point taken." "Noodles? Jack, are you going to let her bully you like that," Logan asks. Jack smiles. "Ronnie, why don't you tell Logan what you told us on the phone yesterday." "What are you talking abou- oh that. No, I'm okay." "Oh, secrets. I love those. Tell me," Logan says. "No, I'm okay." Logan looks at Jack. They do some sort of stare off thing until Jack screams, "RONNIE SAID SHE HATES YOUR CABBAGE HEAD AND THAT SHE IS GOING TO CUT IT WHEN SHE MEETS YOU, AND THAT YOUR VLOGS ARE BAD!" Logan looks shocked and turns to me. "Are you serious, Jack? And I was joking. I'm a logangster not a jakepauler. Besides, who wouldn't love your cabbage hair?" Logan gets close to me, a little too close for comfort. "That better be a joke, for your sake." Zach must have noticed how close he was to me, because he used all his strength to pull Logan away from me. I laugh, watching Zach struggle pulling him away. Does that make me a bad girlfriend for laughing at him? Logan gives Zach a weird look, then looks from Zach to me, and back to Zach. He wiggles his eyebrows and follows everyone downstairs. Zach pulls me aside. "Should I tell him we are a thing, or should you? And before you say it, I'm not mad he was so close to you. Besides, he's dating Ayla." "I think we should let him realize it for himself. Let's wait and see," I say. He smiles. "Oh, this is going to be great." I laugh and we walk downstairs. "You were in there for a long time together, anything you want to tell us," Logan asks, shoving his vlog camera in our faces. "Nope. Nothing at all," I smirk. We all go into the kitchen to eat, and I quickly grab the box of  Cheese – Its out of Jacks hands, and start eating. "VERONICA ARE YOU SERIOUS," he screams, lunging towards me. I run away screaming, "IT'S RONNIE!" I run around the first floor, until me being the natural klutz I am, trip over a chair, and fall. Jack runs and grabs the box, hugging it. "I'm so sorry, my babies. Did Ronnie hurt you," he asks, kissing the box. I laugh as Logan records Jack. "You're such a dork, Noodles." Jack shoots his head in my direction. "Maybe, but at least I'm not a thief."