Fabulous Five (BVB/MCR)

Chapter 7:

Chapter 7:

“I can’t believe you,” I growled as I stood against. “It’s not my fault you engine is shot!” Andy yelled shutting the front car lid. We got about 40 miles from the Killjoys HQ when the car stopped running. The engine was shot; literally. The engine was shot by a blazer last night by a drac.

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO INSISTED ON USING THIS CAR!” I yelled. “BECAUSE IT WAS THE ONLY CAR THAT HAD GAS!” Andy screamed now only inches from my face.

“Whatever,” I scoffed not wanting to admit he was right. He grabbed my arm swiftly as I turned away pulling me closer to him.

“Admit that I’m right Adren,” Andy smirked. “Make me,” I chuckled. Andy rammed his lips into mine as he pressed his body against mine pushing me against the car.

“Jump,” Andy growled and I obeyed. He wrapped my legs around his waist. He continued to kiss me as my hands were tangled in his hair.

“No, no, we can’t do this. Fun Ghoul will kill me.” Andy panted. “I don’t give a fuck,” I growled in his ear. Andy grunted in response and took me in the back seat.

*I don’t feel like writing smut right now probably later in the book*

I glanced in the rear view mirror trying to fix my hair. I was leaned over shaking my head hopefully to remove the sex-hair-look. Andy was smirking behind me.

“You’re not helping it.” He smirked. “I can still try.” I smiled. I heard a honk and my head shot up. It was the green Killjoys van. Kryptonite, or Ghoul’s kinda girlfriend, was driving.

“Dr. D sent me; hop in.” She ordered. I grabbed my stuff from the car and hopped in the van with Andy.

“You guys smell like sex,” Kryptonite laughed. “Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry I won’t tell Ghoul. Put Party might figure it out when he finds suspicious stains in his car.” Kryptonite smirked and I  choked on my spit.

“Hopefully that’s the only thing you choked on.” Kryptonite giggled. “Oh my fucking god Kryptonite shut up before I ghost you.” I yelled. Andy was cracking up. After about 10 minutes of driving we arrived at the Killjoys HQ. I saw a familiar car in the back where Kryptonite parked the van.

“Wait are my brothers here?” I grumbled and she nodded. “I don’t know why you call Party your brother considering you’ve fucked on multiple occasions.” Kryptonite mumbled and I blushed a deep shade of crimson.

I slid open the green van door and entered the Killjoys HQ through the exit in the back. Kobra and Dr.D were shoving screwdrivers and different tools and connecting wires into three trucker radios.

“So I meant to tell you that the car you guys took’s engine was dead.” Party frowned. “Thanks for the warning.” I yelled.

“Hey babe,” Kryptonite kissed Fun Ghoul on the cheek. “Hey baby,” he smiled back. “I’m right fucking here thank you very much.” I scoffed sitting on the counter.

“Were you raised in a barn; get your ass down.” Dr.D smirked. “No I was raised in refugee camps and abandoned diners and gas stations.” I corrected hopping down.

“Does anyone smell that?” Jett asked. “Smell what?” I asked blushing lightly. “Like someone had sexual intercourse.” Kobra raised an eyebrow.

“Can you get nerdy or have you reached the maximum level?” I teased ruffling his hair. He let it fall forward as he worked on the radios.

“You know what I smell it too,” Fun Ghoul mumbled. “It’s probably you stupid.” I rolled my eyes. “No it isn’t; and you and Andy do stink like sex.” Party raised his eyebrows.