I Walked In On Laura's Brother

Faster? I Prefer Slow

"Hold it, wait up, need to catch my breath." I wheezed, stabilizing myself on Matt's shoulder.

He looked at me oddly, raising his brow. "Did you just run a marathon or something?"

"No," I shot him a look. "You just walk to fast." He brushed my hand off, starting to laugh.

"Wow, your already tired after walking less then fifty feet." Stating that out loud just made him laugh harder, annoyed I jabbed his side with my elbow.

"Ow!"

"Hey, in my defense speed walking if the worst 'sport' ever."

"Why didn't you just run?"

"Have you seen my shoes, lately?" I looked pointedly downward because let's see, I would have ran if I wasn't packed against people I could care less about. . .and once again, my shoes.

"Thery'e not even that high."

Understatement of the year there, anything higher than my Converse or Vans is too high.

"You want to try them?" I scoffed.

"Already have, not a big fan thanks." Matt's face scrunched up, remembering his part where he had to cross dress (which admittedly was horrendous, I shudder just thinking about it).

"So do, you have a problem with Alex or something?"

"Alex?" Matt looked confused, as if he didn't know who I was talking about.

Nice to know he payed so much attention when I was presenting the award. . .to Alex.

"Yeah, ya know the guy I was talking with earlier, bit of an idiot." I tacked on the last part for my benefit.

"Hey!"

Startled, I spun around, smacking a very surprised Alex straight in the face. If he chooses to sue me, he can go ahead because I can put a very convincing case of self defense up there, risk of heart attack due to stressful circumstances once again caused by Alex. (i need a life insurance plan that covers 'any incident caused by Alex Turner')

"Ow, what the hell Stella?" Alex's eyes widened as he rubbed his cheek, put off.

"Well I'm sorry if you scared me but be warned, when I'm scared I don't exactly think about who I hit before I hit them. Ninjas don't think before they attack someone so neither do I." I said blankly, feeling slightly bad but he'd get over it.

"Look who it is, Matt Smith. Nice to meet ya mate, Stells told me loads about you!" Alex chirped, fixing his collar as Matt stared at him, still confused. "Oh, I'm her boyfrie-"

I kicked his shin.

"Best friend." He coughed.

And silence, my true comfort zone. . .

"Oh, your Alex Turner, like the Alex Turner!" Matt seemed to recognize Alex's name at last. "Love your music!" He added, blushing after a moment.

I fist bumped myself mentally, we're all good here (Matt and Alex, I can feel a bromance coming on).

Like I've probably mentioned Alex is a bit off, likes wearing sunglasses indoors (like super dark sunglasses, I'm surprised he can even see or maybe that's why he's so clumsy). And Matt is someone who never makes sense. . .ever. They'll get along perfectly!

"Hey, ya know what game we should play?" I'm at this point, majorly hyped up and running out of energy.

"What?" Alex and Matt drawled, annoyed that I kept interrupting them with useless comments every few seconds.

"What crawled up your trousers today?" I snapped.

They both sighed, still staring at me. Mentally I had no energy and was probably going to collapse at any given minute but shh. . .they don't need to know that quite yet.

"BENEDICT GET OVER HERE!" I screeched at Ben, causing multiple people to stare at me. I waved them off incoherently.

"Oh god, who let her have caffeine?" He muttered. "Oh hey Matt!" He chirped, waving furiously at Matt, sitting down next to Alex at the table.

"Let's play the 'in my pants game'!"

(AN; thanks to Tumblr I now have issues)

Benedict shook his head muttering about my caffeine intake, Matt covered his ears from my screeching and Alex, well stared at me like I was insane which I'm used to.

"What the bloody hell?!" Alex gaped, having no idea what I was talking about.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I scolded him. "It's where you take the last song you listened to and add 'in my pants to it'."

"Oh." Alex laughed nervously.

"Reflektor in my pants?" Matt questioned as if I was holding him at gunpoint as he answered.

"Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High in my pants." Alex hesistated, Benedict banged his head on the table while rubbing his temples.

"What the hell Alex!?" I meant to put emotion into it but I'm pretty sure it was just monotone.

"What?" 

"You don't just say your own songs!"

"Well you said-"

"Narrsisitic!" I sing-songed.

"I am done." Benedict stated, articulating each word. "Completely done."

well, you can officially enter me as insane because I don't know what i just wrote, I'm kinda out of it so sorry if it's screwed up?

dedicated to @timelady2013 (i need tons more chapters cause there's just too many people I have to dedicate crap to) thanks for always voting :)