The Goth Detectives (1D)

Chapter Two: Idiots.

My phone buzzes, distracting me from my drawing. Putting down my pencil I tapped the round button of my iPhone and stared at the message from Russel.

: The Hairy One: WE ARE IN THE BUILDING. I REPEAT. THE SEXY AND THE SEXAY ARE IN THE BUILDING. :

Chuckling I pushed away from my table and hurried to my apartment door and opened it, peeking out in the hallway I now realize that the apartment opposite mine had some loud noises coming from the door.

"VICTOR!"

"Shh!" I whispered, turning I see Russel and Noel holding two boxes between them.

"Help me, I'm weak from driving."

"Oh for crying out loud." I laughed, running down the hallway to help them. Grabbing onto the boxes we walked to my apartment, only for Russel to turn and stare at the door opposite mine.

"Has that door always been there?"

"Apparently-"

"VICTOR HAS NEIGHBORS. We need to find out if they're women." Russel sends me a smirk - and knowing him was just saying that to annoy me.

"You are not screwing my neighbors." I yelled, only for Russel to let go of the box and drag Noel over to the door, leaving me to wobble and collapse under the weight of the boxes. "Help me." I gasp, reaching out for the boys who had their ears pressed against the door.

"I think they're doing some hanky panky in there." Noel laughs.

"Guys." I gasped, trying to move the boxes off of my limbs. "I'm in pain here-"

"Shh, let us listen." They shushed me.

"You perverts!" I yelled, only for the noises to stop completely. The three of us froze while we waited, and sure enough, the door was yanked open which caused the two idiots to jump back and stare at the boy in shock.

"Can I help-"

"IT WASN'T US. IT WAS HER!" Noel yells and slowly jogs (since Goths don't run) away while Russel's jaw laid on the floor.

"I - uh - just - I - WAIT UP NOEL." He sprints after Noel, grabbing his pants so they wouldn't fall down while he did so.

"Ass holes." I grumbled, trying to push the boxes off of me. Finally freeing myself I peered into the boxes and sighed. "Of course they would." I snapped a box lid shut and peered into the other one. "Whoa." Pulling out some merchandise I ran my fingers over the action figures that looked exactly like I had drawn them.

"Hi Victor."

Blinking I looked up and gave an awkward smile. "Oh, hey Zayn." I put the action figures back into the box and pushes it into my apartment, along with the other one - that one just so I can burn it later.

"Was that Noel Felding and Russel Brand?"

"Yeah, sorry about them, they're idiots most of the time." I turn, a tad bit taken aback since there seems to be a multiplication of boys at the door, staring back at me.

"Holy shi-taki. Aren't you Victoria Brand?"

"Yeah-"

"Big fan. Love your acting - and comedy shows - everything you do." The guy who was gushing stepped forward and held his hand out for me to take. "I'm Louis, by the away. My girlfriend and I always love your comedy shows, we even had some dates based around watching them with popcorn and wine."

"Sounds awesome." I smiled, shaking the guys hand - who quickly started to turn bright red.

He turns and scrambles back into the safety of the apartment. "I think he's embarrassed . . . ?" A guy scratches his head before he follows after his friend.

"Want to come in, Victor?" Zayn says, a confused look over his face as he stares at me.

"Oh no, I don't want to be a bother-"

"None sense, we actually might need a witness."

Raising an eye brow I eyed the group of guys curiously. "A witness for what?"

"This UNO game. Harry keeps cheating-"

"I DO NOT!" Another boy yells.

"Free pizza and cola too."

"Sure." I turned, closing my apartment door before I walked forwards, maybe to my death, maybe to a place with free pizza - funny how there seems to be a very thin line between those two.

"So, you're famous?"

"Nope." I looked around the apartment in approval. "I just get dragged around by my older brother."

Zayn thought about my words while I stood, looking at his walls that had drawings all over them - which were wicked. "Want to play. . .Victoria?"

"Call me Victor." I smiled at the guy. "You are?"

"Liam."

"I'm Niall."

"Harry. That guy's Louis."

"Hi Louis, tell your companion that I say 'hello' also." Louis nods, not looking at me while he taps on his phone anxiously. "So, pizza and UNO?"

"Here." Niall pointed to the pizza box next to him and I grabbed a slice before I sat on the floor next to him. I get handed five cards and the game begins.

Time Skip.

"You bitch."

I laughed while I grabbed another cold slice of pizza while everyone gave me the death stare. "What's the record? Six to me? None to you guys?" I tried not to giggle at their expressions. Niall shoves me lightly while I smirked at my pizza. "I forgot to mention, I get wicked hands when I play card games. I even got banned from some casino's in Las Vegas."

"...Could have warned us."

"Where's the fun in that, Liam?" He shakes his head, smiling while I glanced at my phone. "Gotta go boys, I have things to destroy and time seems to be against me." I stand, stretching while they gave me a confused look.

"What do you have to do?"

"Oh, I illustrate and write my own Comic book."

They stared up at me until I felt uncomfortable, so I waved and left, closing the door behind me. After a pause I press my ear to the door and listened to the muffled voices behind the door. "She's awesome!"

"DIBS."

"YOU'RE NOT DIBBING MY NEIGHBOR."

I opened the door and stuck my head back into the apartment. "YEAH, ZAYN GETS DIBS BECAUSE HE SAW ME FIRST." Zayn turned, wide eyes and red faced while the others snickered at his gobsmacked expression.

"I-I-I-uh..."

"I'm kidding. Bye - you should probably lock this door." I closed the door and went back into my apartment where I stubbed my toes against the boxes behind my door. "SON OF OF MOTHER FUCKER." I cussed loudly. "Damn you, big brother." I grumbled, dragging myself to my couch before I turned the telly on.

Brilliant, Criminal Minds is on. I couldn't get home at a better time.