Megans POV:
I wake up the next morning and do the normal routine, shower, get dressed, and hang out with the guys
Today, I'm wearing a grey 'Jersey Shore' crop top, my high waisted shorts with glitter on the sides and my silver sparkly Toms.
I french braid my hair and throw on a MAGCON beanie.
As I skip down the hall, I hear yelling from the guys room. I run in and see Shawn and Taylor wrestling over the t.v remote.
Stupid asses.
As their wrestling, I sit down on the bed and go on twitter.
After I follow a few people I look up and see the guys watching t.v
They haven't even acknowledged my presence.
I take this time to go up behind Taylor.
I lean down by his ear and scream "COCK!!!"
"HOLY SHIT!!!!" He screams jumping up.
"Hi" I say innocently.
"Why?" Taylor groans holding his ear.
I just shrug and sit in his seat.
"Aw hell nah. That's my seat princess" he smirks picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"Bitch put me down" I say slapping his back.
"Stop fussing. We're going to starbucks" he laughs putting me down.
"Never pick me up like that again." I threaten walking ahead of him.
"Zayum is you mad? Or nah!" He laughs walking up next to me and grabbing my hand in his.
"Mad" I say pulling my hand out of his.
"Are you serious?" He gripes
"No" I laugh grabbing his hand and entertwining our fingers
"You little fucker" he smirks as we walk into starbucks.
"Hi welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?" The girl asks from behind the register
"Yeah I'll have a mocha Frappé and a chocolate muffin" I say pulling out my wallet
"Same as her" Taylor says pulling out his wallet too
"Put it away. I wanna pay" I say referring to his wallet.
"Nope I am" he smirks
"Taylorrrrr" I whine
"I'm paying" he says kissing my cheek
"Nope" I say handing the girl $10
"That's not fair" Taylor whines
"Too bad. You always pay" i smirk handing him his frappé and muffin
"I'm the boyfriend! That's my job!" He groans
"That's just sexist" I reply as we walk back to the hotel.
"How so?" He asks biting into his muffin.
"Girls never pay for shit anymore. They just expect their 'Sugar Daddy' to pay. And i am perfectly capable of paying for some shit once in a while ya know?" I rant sipping my frappé
"I never said you couldn't pay for shit" he defends
"Yes you do. Even when we were just best friends, you still refused to let me pay for stuff" I point out
"Well I didnt know you wanted to, I figured you were like Savannah, and want me to pay" he replies
"Why are you comparing me, to that slut? I am independant and pay for stuff. Unlike her cause the only thing she EVER bought on her own was probably birth control" I remark
