I Walked In On Laura's Brother

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Stretching out, I got up slowly, knocking into something hard. I gasped, turning to look at Alex.

Alex screamed,covering his eyes. (I don't blame him either, I probably looked like Voldemort with hair.)

"What the fu-"

"Ahh ah ah, no swearing." I shushed him, slapping my hand over his mouth.

"Mmmff." Alex mumbled but I couldn't understand what he was saying.  (he also had the sense not to lick my hand, kudos to him)

"Just shut up and follow me." I dragged him along behind me, walking through the hallway to the kitchen.

First things first, I'm (the realist, kidding I'm just hyper) not even sure why I was sleeping on the floor, which is in no way remotely comfortable.  Second thing, what was Alex doing? (I swear he hid a Sharpie behind his back when I started screaming at him so he better had not been thinking about drawing on my face because I'd make sure the mark I left on his was truly permanent.)  And third thing, why didn't anyone stop me from drinking so much caffeine?

"What are you even doing here?!" I asked him.

Alex shrugged, more concerned with his hair than answering me. (point proven right there, narcissistic little git)

I sighed again, I could hear the water still running in the sink.  Well, there goes my non-existent award for conserving water. Coming round the corner, I stared at the ground which was strewn with blankets.

What the hell did I do?  Maybe I built a sweet blanket fort, that would've been awesome!

"AHH!" I screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Benedict started screaming too, looking up from the sink into my horrified expression.

"I don't even know." He looked like he was about to pinch himself to see if this was a dream because might I add. . . I still looked pretty disturbing.

"You scream like a girl by the way." I smirked.

"What's going on?" Matt asked, peering in from behind the settee. Yelling as Tom hit into him from behind as he jumped over the couch onto Matt, shoving him on the floor. (anyone need a gymnastic partner? Tom's right here)

"Oh god, there's more. Did I invite the whole damn male population to a sleepover or something?" I groaned, running my hands through my still slick hair.

Ew, I need a shower.

"No, we just weren't sure if you were using drugs or something cause you were acting stranger than usual but-"

"Nice to know that you think so low of me. . ." I scoffed. "Drugs, Miles? Seriously?"

"Why is Miles here?" Alex asked (< question of the year, right there), staring blankly at him before high-giving him. Yep, starting to look like everyone just decided to stay over without me knowing it.

"What is going on?!" I screeched but knowing them, they just shrugged, not giving any real/actually helpful answers.

Lovely.

"Oh hey Stell." Laura came in through the back door leading out to my yard, carrying her shoes.

At this point, I'm absolutely, completely done.  (as said in the wise words by Benedict Cumberbatch)

 "And no one built me a pillow fort, what a shame." I mused, crossing my arms across my chest, ignoring everything for a moment as I tried to take it in.

"Is she okay?" Miles whispered to Alex, not very effectively.

''She won't be when she sees Matt. . ." He muttered back.

"MATTHEW ROBERT SMITH, why are you wearing my bra?!"

"Wha?" Matt looked up, confused as he tried to push Tom off of him. "Oh, haha funny story." He chuckled sheepishly as Tom burst out laughing.

And for the second day in a row, I've realized that I have no life.

dedicated to @Whovian_03 cause your amazing darling and made me want to actually update this

you know what band I'm now obsessed with? THE LAST SHADOW PUPPETS are lovely, amazing, etc.  (Alex Turner from AM and Miles Keane)  ; My Mistakes Were Made For You is just perfection ~ about as subtle as an earthquake (sorry for the non-related, not Matt Smith ;) pictures)