Meet five crazy guys. You have Samyul, or as he always makes it known, Samyul Kris Jaxon. Sam is the son of Daniel Jaxon who owns the six bedroom mansion where he lives with the other four guys. There's Ernesto, the crazy Puerto Rican, Trey, who lives to dance, Augustus, Sams stepbrother who has no purpose in life and Benjamin. Benjamin is a musical genius, except nobody's ever heard him speak. Hopefully he'll come around.
Because Daniel is always off on business trips, and his mother practically lived in her studio, Sam has the whole house to himself. He decided to share it with his best friends. As nice as it sounded at first, it didn't end well.
"Trey!" Sam bellowed. He was fed up with that skinny curly headed freak.
"What?" he drawled, entering the bathroom utterly bored.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my shampoo?" Sam seethed.
Trey rolled his eyes. "Look, I ran out, I have to keep this piece of art in shape." He said pointing to his glossy locks.
Sam glared at him. "That mop on your head will be fine with Head and Shoulders. This is special shampoo imported all the way from Japan. I only get it once a month." He explained.
"Well," replied Trey smirking, "then you better hope for two bottles this month." And with that he left. He was so tired of Sam bugging him all the time. It was like living with a girl.
Sam slammed the half empty bottle back down and stomped across the hall to Treys room. He knew he was being childish but he needed to teach Trey a lesson.
If he allowed him to use one thing he would start using more and more. Like a dog. Sam hated dogs.
He rushed into Treys bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets. He retrieved the pink hair dye from the base of the cabinet. Trey had planned on using it for Halloween. He spilled out most of Treys hair moisturizer and filled the bottle with the hair dye. Then he returned everything to its place as if nothing had happened.
He chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait till tonight's party.
Sam bounded down the stairs, as the smell of fried chicken filled his nose. Though Trey was a pain in the butt, he sure could cook.
"Pass me a plate." Sam demanded when he sat down.
"Say pleese." Ernesto told him. He made a face when Sam laughed at his accent.
"What?" Sam asked still laughing, you sound like Sophia Vergara."
Ernesto's scowl was replaced with a dreamy expression. "She hot." He said giving Sam a plate with two drumsticks on it.
"Ain't that the truth." Sam responded, taking a big bite of his fried chicken.
"Yo where's the hot sauce?"
"Yo Trey," Sam said nonchalantly.
"You going to Tyler's party tonight?"
Trey sat up from where he was lounging on the couch. "Dang! That's tonight?"
Sam gave him an exasperated look. "Yeah. I just said that." But Trey wasn't listening.
"I have to fix my hair." He said. "And change my clothes and..."
"You should probably take a shower too." Sam said pinching his nose. "You smell."
Trey flicked him off and bounded up the stairs with his long legs.
Sam chuckled to himself. This would be good. He sank into the couch to wait for it.
"What are you smirking about?" Augustus asked sitting across from Sam.
"Nothing Gus." Sam replied.
Gus sighed. He wondered why none of the guys ever wanted to talk to him. He thought of himself as a pretty cool guy. He shrugged and laid his head back to get some sleep.
"Why are you dressed?" Sam asked suddenly.
"We have a party tonight," Gus said.
"Actually you don't have anything tonight. You're sixteen, you're staying home."
"What?" Gus exclaimed. "That's not fair!" but before he could finish a very girly scream came from upstairs.
Sam tried to stifle his laugh but once he saw Trey at the top of the stairs he couldn't take it. He doubled over in fits of laughter. Trey looked like a female clown.
Trey glared at him. "I'm gonna get you back." He said. "And it's gonna be good." His once beautiful locks were now bright pink. He couldn't party like this. He glowered at Sam who was rolling all over the floor laughing. He didn't know what he would do but it had to be big. He stomped back into his bedroom and slammed the door. He had about an hour to brainstorm before the party.
"Today Trey!' Sam hollered up the stairs. Ernesto came into view. He was wearing his signature black jacket over a red T-shirt and faded jeans. He placed his hand on the rail and slowly walked down as if he were a girl meeting her date for the prom.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Hurry up Ernie, you look beautiful."
Ernie smiled and finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He truly did look good. He had a handsome baby face with perfect pearly whites peaking out from between his lips. His one flaw was his bushy eyebrows that always grew back without fail.
Ernie hated them, if there was one thing he could count on in his life, it was the growth of his eyebrows. He smiled at Sam and kissed him on the cheek.
"Ready babe?" he asked his now bewildered friend.
Sam shook his head a few times before turning to the front door.
Ernie followed him accompanied by Augustus.
"Gus. We've been over this. You're staying home."
"No." Gus said. He was tired of being pushed around just because he was the youngest.
"You need to keep Ben some company." Ernie said to Gus.
"No way. Ben doesn't do anything." Gus said crossing his arms.
"Yes he does." Trey appeared next to them. "As a matter of fact, he's learning to play the violin as we speak."
The guys strained their ears to hear Bens music knowing they wouldn't. Once Benjamin had shown up at the door with all his instruments, Sam had given him the basement and made it soundproof.
Ben could start his own marching band downstairs and nobody would ever know.
Sighing, Sam turned to his step brother. "Just don't embarrass me." He warned.
"Yes!!" Gus exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
Sam narrowed his eyes at him.
Gus blushed, he really did need to start acting his age. He cleared his throat. "I mean. Cool. No problem."
The guys chuckled and filed out the door leaving Gus with red cheeks.
"So Trey, what is with the beanie?" Ernie asked.
Trey glared in Sams direction who was trying his best to keep a poker face.
"I thought I'd try something new." Trey replied defiantly.
"By dying your hair pink?"
He jumped up. "You can see it?!"
Everyone erupted into laughter as Trey fumbled with his hat. He was so getting Sam back.
A/N: Adam Sevani as Trey on the right.
