Allergic to Roses

"Take Notes"

Of course.

For the first time in years, my best friend and I were supposedly going to have a day that was just the two of us, no interruptions.

And then Hurricane Axel comes in and destroys everything, as usual.

As soon as Wesley called Jordan, Duncan, and Axel over, I wanted to punch him in the face for his stupidity. Axel and I weren't necessarily on the best terms. He wanted to sleep with me, and I didn't want to be another one of the infamous girls who've slept with the notorious player.

The five of us sat down in one of the booths next to the lane as Wesley typed our names into the computer.

I slapped him upside the head as soon as I read them, Mrs. Rose, Wesley, Jordan, Player, Badass. "Seriously?"

He shrugged. I rolled my eyes as a sneaky smile appeared on his face while Axel slipped out his phone, the sound of a camera shutter going off within seconds.

"Give it!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the red booth and frantically reaching out to grab Axel's iPhone.

He smirked, "Come and get it."

I frowned and reached over Duncan and Jordan instead, "Axel, just give it to me!"

"The 'D'?" Duncan asked.

I whipped my head around and glared at him, before blindly reaching for his phone again.

"Harley, am I following you on Twitter?" Axel asked innocently.

"You're not allowed," I told him. I slumped back into my spot on the booth, opening up Twitter and searching 'Axel Rose'.

Sure enough, the most recent post made me want to cough up the delicious omelet Wesley made me for breakfast. 'S/O to my girl Sparky for setting up our bowling names (her's is Mrs. Rose)' and he added a picture of the board.

After our closet incident I wanted nothing to do with Rose, but after our 'date' I didn't think Axel was so bad after all. His sweet little tweet definitely changed my mind a bit.

"Watch your back," I told him.

He snorted, "What are you going to do about it?"

"You'll see."

"You guys fight like an old married couple," Duncan quipped.

I rolled my eyes, and watched as Wesley stood up and announced that he would be going first, breaking the tension that was starting to settle.

He walked up and selected a bright pink ball from the rack before swinging his arm back and throwing it down the lane, hitting three pins.

I laughed loudly and he turned around to flip me the bird before he went again, hitting one pin. "So glad we're not doing teams!" Jordan called out. A bunch of laughs sounded and I got up to bowl my turn.

Three rounds later, a group of four boys straight out of the '80s walked up. They all had black leather jackets and slicked back hair, it was almost humorous how much they looked like the guys from Greece (the movie).

"The '80s called, they want their clothes back," I whispered to Jordan.

She laughed just as the tallest guy in the group spoke, "Mind if we join in?" He had black hair spiked with gel and sharp blue eyes and a blue earring on one ear. All four of the boys had the same hair color and style, but various eye colors and facial features.

"Why can't you use that lane?" Axel snapped pointing to a lane next to ours.

The '80s guy looked at me, our eyes meeting, and then back at Axel, "A game's more fun with more people."