Janoskians Preferences

Preference #6 First minor fight.

Beau- "(Y/N), stop." he groaned after continous minutes of hearing you go on, and on about how pictures of him and a random girl standing rather close, while he was holding her phone, were posted all over social media. "Why should I?? What were you two talking about, why are you smiling like that? Did you give her your number? Is that what that was?", Beau gave you an 'are you done?' look, and ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "No, I didn't, actually." He informed, "You know how I messed up my charger?" He asked, causing you to nod, "Well my phone was dead, and I was out alone. I needed the directions to Starbucks, and I asked her if I could use her phone to text Luke, and tell him my phone was completely dead. Is that alright? Or do I need a fucking witness?" he blurted out, waiting for a reply as you stood a bit shocked at your assumptions. "Beau.. M'sorry, I just read things.. and it bothers me.", he smiled softly, tugging you to his chest, his feet standing to either side of yours as he pulled you into a hug, "S'alright.."

Daniel- "Why are you still up?" Daniel asked, raising a brow at the sight of you standing in the hallway, "You know why? Because I've been waiting for you to get home for hours, I told you not to stay out all night, I even made dinner." He rubbed his eyes, yawning before giving a swift roll of his eyes, "Can you give me a break? Shit. I haven't seen the twins in ages..", he explained. You scoffed, mirroring the eye roll, "Yeah right, you were probably out with God knows who." Daniel shook his head, giving you a confused look, "What are you even talking about?", you soon replied "You see the twins every day, Daniel.", You told him. He let his serious expression shift to a smile, shaking his head slowly "No. Remember, Jai was with Ariana during our break, and Luke spent time back at home with his mum." You quickly laughed at how stupid you were acting, shaking your head. "Ah, yeah.. That's right, I'm.. Sorry?" you said quietly, he walked over, kissing your forehead, "We've gone this whole time without arguing, can we not start now?" He chuckled before pressing his lips to yours.

James- "What do you mean you want to deactivate your twitter??" James yelled from the living room, "I hate your fans, they're so fucking rude to me James, and you don't even help!", James gave you a glare, processing everything you just said, "If it weren't for those fans, you wouldn't even know I exist, so how about you think about things before you blurt them out?!" James practically screamed. You furrowed your eyebrows, dropping your phone down onto the counter. "I don't care what they did, that doesn't give them the right to tell me to kill myself! And that I'm fat, ugly, I don't deserve you.." You slowly trailed off, your eyes meeting the floor. You heard James get up from the couch and soon felt two warm arms wrap around you, "Alright.. Look.. you're right, I'm sorry, I over reacted." he mumbled.

Jai- "What do you mean Nirvana has no talent?!" Jai yelled, giving you a look like you were crazy. "I never said they aren't talented.. I just said I don't neccessarily like their music.", Jai shook his head, looking up at the ceiling as he thought, "How can you even say that." he whispered more to himself, honestly amazed those words ever left your mouth. "I'm sorry Jai, alright? I'm sorry I have an opinion just like every other human? Okay?" you sighed. He put his head down, cupping his face in his hands with a groan, "You're right.. You're right.. It's fine.", he explained, lifting his head up to show a somewhat forced smile. You returned the smile, before he pulled you to him, pecking your nose.

Luke- "He's not that hot." Luke sighed, turning to look at you as The Vow continued to play, you guys had decided to have a chick flick night, and Channing Tatum was giving you breathing troubles. "Yes he is, have you seen those abs? And did you see his ass earlier?? It's like sculpted by the G-", Luke interrupted you with another sigh, followed by a groan, "Am I not good enough? Is that what it is? I bust my ass in the gym weekly, and I never hear one fucking compliment." He vented, stuffing his hands in his sweats pockets, "Luke.. You know how hot I think you are, and I can easily prove it." You smirked. He looked over at you, resisting the urge to show a contained smirk. ".. I think I might need some proof." He mumbled eventually.