Basketcase

26

"Niall, can you pass the remote?" Glancing over to the rectangle at the foot of the table, I lifted my foot and kicked it across. It skid to a stop at about 20 inches. "Cheers," he replied dryly.

"How you think those two are going about?" Harry tottled into the space, falling into a beanbag.

"What you mean?" returned Lou, fixated on the telly. What is he watching?

"Well, I mean we did leave them in but of a bind," he went on.

"We properly bodged that up. Wonder what they'll think when they wake up," Liam commented, "Ryan is probably confused as hell. I can see 'im just starin' at the bed, not knowin' happened."

"Yeah he was a rock," I joined in, "how in the world does someone stay sleep while we trash their bed? I mean we made a shit tone of noise!"

"I'm not surprised," Zyan murmured. Liam seemed to cast a daggering stare out for Zyan's words. The two exchanging some kind of warnings through stares. "What?" he taunted with a playful smirk. Liam rolled his eyes.

Lou's chuckle broke into the conversation, still turned to the telly. "Any think Marissa and Ryan are dating?" I asked.

"Pfft! Dating?" Harry choked hysterically, noisily shuffling in the bean chair, "Impossible," he settled, crossing his arms and laying back on a lump angle.

"Impossible?" I challenged, shifting my stare.

Harry slummed confidently, patting his arms in his chests. "Mmm..." he hummed, diverting his gaze toward the telly mindlessly.

"Nothings impossible," Lou grinned.

"Lou..." Harry growled in a hushed tone.

"Okay so maybe their not dating... but they sure spend a lot of time together." I pondered aloud.

"Sure." He mumbled.

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"Knock knock"

"Who is it?" they asked in a particularly pleasant singing voice.

"Your worst nightmare." Marissa said in a murderously evil tone.

"AHHHH NOT SPOONS!" another yelled out in a terror of some sort.

"Louis you're not afraid of spoons." Some else commented from the other side of the door.

"How do YOU know?" he asked.

"Because Liam's afraid of spoons." The other stated.

"How do YOU know I'm not afraid of spoons?" Louis asked, me recognizing his distinctive voice.

"Because you eat with spoons!" the other said, "ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!" he added.

"But how do YOU-"

"SHUTTHEFUCKUP!" Marissa interrupted, "OPEN THE FRIGGIN DOOR ALREADY!"

"Hmf. Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." the same similarly anything voice spoke out.

"I thought you shaved Harry?" another questioned.

"I do." He answered.

"I DO TOO! OH MY GOD! HARRY I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE FINALLY GETTING MARRIED!!!!!" Louis screamed.

"OH MY BLOODY FUCKING GOD! ENOUGH WITH THE GAY JOKES ALREADY!" Harry raged, fallowed by some banging and slapping noises.

"Gay? When did Harry go gay?" I asked, directing my question to Marissa. But she just shrugged her shoulders just as much confused as I was.