Blaze (Punk5sos FF) +1D

Oh, Soo... Umm You Don't Wear Clothes?

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“Well first I just wanted to apologize for already jetting off before really settling you guys in, however I trust my boys are helping? Anyway I also want you to include them in your activities, not dangerous of coarse –although I trust you aren’t being too dangerous anyway- I just want you to hangout with them.” I kind of blanked out after he said Include but I did hear “Hangout”.

“Hangout?” I dreadfully asked, already knowing what the answer is.

“Hangout, yes”

“Okay, soo...Hangout?” I had to confirm once more, “Like with them?” I quickly added.

“Bye Blaze”

“Wait NO! You can’t make me- us do-” I was cut off by the dead beep of the phone cutting out.

“That.” I finished. “Bye, I love you too” I spoke to no one, considering Si had hung up. This is going to be a looooooong summer.

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Blaze’s POV -*- 

This is typically the part in the chapter where, it pretty much has the alarm go off, the sleeper realizing they only have a few minutes to get ready, some how either taking two hours or only 3 minutes to shower, dress, eat and everything else however, that isn’t how it happens in this story and although it does actually start with some anything but pleasant noises, they are far from a beep. Far.

“SQUACK! SQUACK! SQUACK! SQUA-”

“GOD DAMMIT ASHTON! JUST SHUT UP! GOD! Its only like 10 I shouldn’t be awake for at least another three hours!”

“Well Simon called and said to remind you that we needed to include those boys in our activities? Why weren’t we informed about this?”

Oh sh!t.

Oh sh!t. Oh sh!t. Oh sh!t.

That’s all I could think. Besides the fact that, that would mean I was able to show them to the gangs and make sure they stay safe and are watched at all times. But still, it was mainly the “oh sh!t” part.

“Oh yeah! I needed to talk to you guys about that. I’ll meet you in the kitchen” and with that I got out of bed, Brushed my teeth and checked to make sure my hair looked okay, I used to wake up with it perfectly parted and in place, I didn’t even need to brush it, but when I was 13 I cut my hair and after that sometimes when I wake up it looks like a tornado ran into my head.

I was in the elevator now, heading to the 1st floor kitchen. Hopefully that’s the one the guys went to. Because it was taking so long I took some time to look around and take in the detail of it, and it was then that I thanked God Simon new what good music was and refused to have awkwardly awful elevator music. Before I knew it the bell had chimed, warning me the door was about to open.

As I walked out I noticed the awkward tension and the failure to notice my presence, I took that moment to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed, although I think Blondie did notice me once I opened the fridge. I could feel holes burning into me,

“What?” I asked, referring to his eyes, staring at me like I had grown three heads, killed his dog and told him I loved him all in the span of 1 minute. When all I received in return was some nervous gulping, I grabbed a banana and headed back out to the dining room where 7 boys were chatting very “casually” about the weather, I went still unnoticed, well until curly decided to make an appearance.

As he dropped the apple he was about to bite into I heard him curse under his breath, the boys had still not yet realized I was there although they began sending curious stares at afro after they heard his uneaten apple hit the floor,  “Oh, so she doesn’t have to wear clothes but I do? This is unfair! This is discrimination against gender! I will not stand for it!” The boys though, they still hadn’t figured out what he was looking at and were looking at him like he just asked if bleach is edible. I decided to make my presence known.

“It’s not gender discrimination, you idiot! Its favoritism, you see? I’m sure they would much rather see me naked than you” that was all it took for everyone in the room to freeze, even Afro, it was like he forgot I could talk or something. By now all their heads had turned to me and Blondie had walked into the room to see what all curl’s yelling was about although birth mark and Blondie wouldn’t look at me. 

“So umm, you uh, y-you do-on’t wear-r clothes-s?” birth mark stuttered out, referring to my almost naked body, clad in a matching set of  black lace bra and panties. (Ew! I hate that word)

“I just woke up, what? Do expect me to be showered, shaved, pampered, and dressed before I even take a step out of my room? Anyways guys, I need to talk to you, game room. Now.” I added when no one moved. The guys stood up and headed to it, I knew one of the boys would follow which would set my plan in action, my one man plan.

Once we were all in there I started talking before anyone else could walk in, making it obvious they aren’t supposed to hear what I’m going to say, but I also have to make the guys believe what I’m saying is actually supposed to happen.

“Okay guys, so here’s the deal. Simon wants us to hang out with them, but we all know that’s not going to work, so I have devised a plan. We want them to think hanging out with us isn’t fun, so we take them somewhere boring, they don’t want to be there, they leave, badda bing, badda boom, we can go to the where house, and they won’t want to hang out with us, they can even tell Simon they don’t want to, got it?” I heard a chorus of yes’s, great plan’s and you’re a genius’, accompanied by the light pitter patter of feet running off, hopefully to tell the plan to the other boys and if everything goes right, they’ll follow us to the where house and then I’ll show the rest of the gang members who they are to make sure they don’t get messed with and are watched and protected if they leave the “safe area”.  

Harry’s POV

I followed them to the game room, just to find the door only cracked open, which meant it wasn’t sound proof so I could hear what they were saying.

“Okay guys, so here’s the deal. Simon wants us to hang out with them, but we all know that’s not going to work, so I have devised a plan. We want them to think hanging out with us isn’t fun, so we take them somewhere boring, they don’t want to be there, they leave, badda bing, badda boom, we can go to the where house and they won’t want to hang out with us, they can even tell Simon they don’t want to, got it?” I heard her bark out. They really don’t want to hang out with us that much? Not today! We can just follow them, to said where house and see what they’re up to, we won’t get caught, and we’ll leave just as fast as we come. With that I ran out to tell the boys. Get ready, we’re going on an adventure!

A/N: Sorry guys. I know this is short, it took me about 10 minutes to write and it’s just a filler. The real action is happening next chapter, I just wanted to put something out and give you a tinsy, winsy taste of what is to come. I realize I said in the last chapter it was going to get more musical but I guess I kind of forgot that isn’t coming for at least another few chapters.