I managed to cover about a wall and a half with posters before I heard a knock on my door. I yelled for them to come in and the door opened seconds later.
I looked over and saw Ashton standing there. He looked around my room a bit before his eyes landed on me. I gave him a smile.
"What's up?" I asked as I finished taping up a poster.
"Pizzas here." He told me.
"Good, I'm so hungry." He chuckled at my response.
"Better hurry up and come down then." I nodded at him and we walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
The smell of pizza filled my nostrils and I smiled brightly.
"Your pizza is this one, Carter!" Luke told me, pointing to the box next to the one he was standing in front of. I grinned and practically ran to the box containing my pizza. I opened the box and grabbed a piece, immediately taking a bite. It was hot, but I honestly didn't care. I was hungry and what mattered was getting this amazing pizza to my stomach.
"Someone's hungry." Luke joked. I stuck out my tongue at him and he laughed.
"This pizza is really good wow." I commented.
"Its from our favorite place, which is thankfully only right down the road." Calum told me, pizza in his mouth. I laughed and rolled my eyes before telling him not to talk with his mouth full. "You're not my mum!" He protested. "Maybe we aren't gonna be best friends!" He teased. I felt an arm go around my shoulders and then Luke talk.
"Fine, we can be best friends." Luke told Calum with a smirk. I laughed and nodded.
"Nooo! Luke! She's my best friend stop! You'll infect her!"
"Infect her with what?"
"Luke germs. She doesn't want those." I looked to Ashton who was across from me, laughing at the two other boys. I let out a laugh as well.
After a good ten more minutes of Luke and Calum fighting over me and Luke letting Calum win we all decided to go to the living room to finish our pizzas. Well, the boys finish their pizzas. I finished mine already. The whole thing.... I was hungry.
As we got in there I noticed Michael sat on the loveseat. Since I was finished my pizza and didn't want to have to fight with the other three boys over the couches I just sat next to MIchael who was playing a game. "Whatcha playing?" I asked.
"A game." He replied.
"No shit Sherlock, what game?" I asked again.
"Zombie game."
"Zombie games are boring, why not play something more interesting?" I teased. He rolled his eyes at me.
"I like this game. Its a good game."
"Its a boring game and I've beaten it three times." He scoffed.
"Yeah right. Its only been out for like, two months."
"Your point being?" I shot back. "Here, gimmie the controller." I put my hand out. He hesitated, but handed the controller to me anyways, giving me a glare. Within about ten minutes, I caused his score to almost triple what it was and killed more zombies than he had. I got him to the next saving point and saved it before handing the controller back to him.
"Holy shit..maybe you have beaten this before.." He chuckled. Him and I sat there as the boys finished their pizzas and I pointed out things to Michael to help him with the game. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out and looked at it, rolling my eyes and hitting the ignore button. I looked at the time and realized it was extremely late.
"I'm gonna head to bed guys, see you in the morning. Or afternoon...I don't know how your sleep scheduels are." I heard a chorus of goodnights as I exited the living room and made my way up the stairs to my room. I passed out almost immediately after I got into bed.
