Mr. Cinderella (5SOS) {discontinued}

(19) It Gets Better

"Right, I give up," Calum yells as Kat scores another goal on Fifa.  The two of them have been playing for the past hour, switching in Luke or Michael every so often.  All four of them have offered to teach me how to play, but I have declined each time - I'm more comfortable sitting on the sofa with Ashton, who's searching stupid videos on the Youtube app on his phone.  Sure, the videos are hilarious, but I'm paying more attention to his laugh - he has so many different laughs, and each of them is more adorable than the last.  Sometimes I can even hear the others laughing purely because Ash is.

Michael rolls his eyes and Luke groans.  "You're such a sore loser," Michael says, and Calum's eyes widen.

"No, I'm not!"  Cal protests, and immediately everyone turns to face me.  

I shrug.  Sure, when we were younger Calum would make a fuss whenever he didn't win whichever game we were playing, but then, so did I - plus, that's how most kids react to losing games.  Now I think he's just so good at games like Fifa that it hurts his ego when he loses.  

"I think it's time to show Yasmin how a real winner plays Fifa," Michael smirks, his hand creeping slowly towards Calum's controller.

Annoyed, Kat rolls her eyes.  "I think I already did that, Michael."  I can't help but laugh at that - somehow, despite only being introduced to Fifa in the last couple of weeks, Kat is already a better player than any of the boys.  Having a brother possibly is working to her advantage, because I know for a fact that she never refuses to play video games with him unless she's really tired or upset.  Even so, Noah is eight years old and Kat always lets him win (unless she's feeling particularly evil), so surely she wouldn't be this good just from playing video games with her brother.

"Yes," Michael acknowledges through gritted teeth, "but I think Luke should get to show off his gaming skills to impress his . . . um . . . Yasmin."

"Girlfriend," Kat corrects.  "But, yes, her name is Yasmin, well done," she praises, launching into a sarcastic round of applause before Michael pushes her lightly.  He barely even touches her, but Kat plays into her thespian-loving ways and falls back onto the floor, screaming about the pain he has inflicted.  Michael just sort of watches her, utterly confused by it all.  I can't blame him; he hasn't really know Kat long enough to have become accustomed to her sense of humour and, trust me, it can take a while to get used to.  

Luke aims an apologetic smile at me, and I shake my head in response - so far, around twenty-seven jokes or remarks have been made regarding mine and Luke's new relationship status (not that I've been keeping count or anything) and I don't mind, but they are becoming somewhat irritating now, purely because of the sheer number of comments that are being made.  I know that the guys - who are making most of the jokes - don't mean to come across negatively, nor do they mean anything they've said in anything more than a playful, light-hearted manner, but I seriously hope that they find something more amusing than creating stupid ship names for Luke and I in their spare time.

"You know what?"  Luke asks, and just as he opens his mouth to continue, he is cut off by Calum.

"No, Lucas, as a matter of fact none of us are psychics or mind-readers, so we actually have no clue what you're thinking about, although I have a feeling that we are all about to find out."