Ain't It Fun

Chapter 9

To your dismay your eyes began to open; you didn't want to get up but your body had different things in mind. You slowly opened your eyes to find Taylor with his head rested on your shoulder and his arm draped over your midsection, your legs intertwined and he was passed out cold. You smiled to yourself; you loved waking up with him next to you. You moved some of his messy, fluffy hair from his face and he moved only slightly.

"Good morning.." he mumbled in his groggy morning voice, not moving from where he was.

"Good morning," you responded. He lifted his head to look at you.

His hair was a mess and his beautiful eyes looked tired but he wore a smile on his lips. He shifted himself upward and you watched as he did. His arm muscles flexed as he moved and wow, was he fit. He connected his lips to yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he hovered above you. He had one hand on your hip and it was slowly but surely moving upwards and the other hand was holding him above you. You ran your fingers through his hair and you felt him smile into the kiss.

It was a beautiful moment until of course you heard a shriek come from down stairs. You groaned; it was impossible to have any sort of moment with Taylor when you were in a house with 7 other people.

He let himself fall down onto the bed beside you and you gave him a small smile. There was a loud bang on the door and he mumbled something, probably a curse word, as he got out of bed. Taylor was only in his boxers and he didn't even bother to pull a shirt on. He opened the door as the banging quickened and became louder as whoever was on the other side of it grew more and more impatient.

"What?!" Taylor snapped as he opened the door to find Gilinsky standing there. Jack wore a pair of shorts and nothing else. He glanced at Taylor then to you and smirked slightly before beginning to talk.

"Johnson broke the couch." Gilinsky said, earning a completely unamused look from Taylor.

"How the hell did he do that?" Taylor asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Taylor was far from being the responsible one in the house but he also wasn't the most irresponsible.

"I dunno, he claims he was jumping on it, but Melody was also down there so I doubt that's what actually happened." Gilinsky explained.

"Wait, why did you need to interrupt my morning to tell me this?" Taylor asked, looking at the disheveled Gilinsky in front of him.

"Well... I... Um, I just figured I'd let you know." Gilinsky told Taylor and gave you a goofy smile before turning and walking back down the hall.

"I swear to you, I live with 12 year olds." Taylor muttered as he turned and walked back towards the bed. "Do you wanna go get some breakfast?" He asked, admiring you as you laid on the bed.

You nodded your head. "Yeah, breakfast sounds good." You got out of bed, clad in only a tank-top and shorts and didn't bother to put anything else on. Taylor put a pair of shorts on and the both of you walked out of the room and down the stairs.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, your mouth fell open. The couch was basically snapped in half.

You heard Taylor let out an exasperated groan, "Are you serious right now?"

He obviously was not happy about the couch. He looked to the left to see Johnson sitting there with an innocent look on his face.

"I didn't even do it, it broke all by itself." Johnson said in an innocent tone, putting his hands up in defense.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Taylor asked him, running a hand through his hair tiredly.

Johnson chuckled, "Melody."