"No shhh! Shut up Sally!" Heather slaps her across the face.
"But..."
"Guys what the hell?" I look so puzzled. We are all huddled around the TV watching Adventure Time.
"Wait!" I get up and run out.
Sprinting to my room, I dig around for my Jake the Dog hoody. I yanked it over my head and slammed the door shut. Picking up the speed, my feet powered my run to the apartment.
"Back!" I panted, flopping on the couch next to Michael.
"Seriously? A Jake The Dog hoody?" Ashton raises an eyebrow.
"Thought I should look the part," I shrug.
Then I notice Heather and Sally on the floor, hitting each other.
"IT WASNT ME!" Sally shouts.
"WELL IT BLOODY WASNT ME EITHER. FUCK OFF OR ILL GET YA WITH ME STAB SPRAY!" Heather screams.
"DOESNT EVEN EXIST SO FUCK. YOU!"
"CANT MAKE A BETTER WEAPON THOUGH CANYA? NO. BEST YOUD DO IS THE BED WETTER2000! WHAT A SISTER YOU ARE. NOT EVEN TELLING HER!"
"WATCH IT DALGLEISH. ILL GET CAL TO GO ALL KUNG FU ON YA. OI CAL YOU SLANTY EYED TIT. GET YOU PENIS IN HERE NOW!"
"NO. AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!" Calum screams back.
"Telling me what?" I ask.
"Oh Sally broke your Macbook," Heather said innocently.
"You. Did. What?"
"It was Heather!" Sally protests.
"YOU SHITS. YOUR GONNA PAY FOR THAT!" I scream, slapping Sally.
"IT WAS HEATHER!" Sally wailed, slapping me back.
"NO IT WAS SALLY!" Heather screamed.
"What did it do exactly?" I ask, blocking a punch from Sally.
"The screen went purple and the computer went poof! Its on Michaels bed," Sally points to Michael and Calum's room.
I get up and slowly walk to Michael's bed. There is my baby on the Man U blanket, the camera is hanging out by the cable. A few of the keys have popped out of the keyboard and the screen is smashed.
I pick it up and cradle it.
"It had loads of my best pics of Joey on it. Ive lost them now. And as for the laptop, that cost four hundred quid," I sulked as Ashton came in.
"Chloe. It wasnt Sally or Heather. It was me. I was trying to google something because my phone was flat. Im so sorry," Ashton looks down at his sneakers.
"Ugh. It doesn't matter anymore. I'll just use Joes. And decorate it with stickers so its like mine. Weird was Joe, never liked stickers," I shook my head and gave Ashton a hug.
"Chloe! I made spaghetti. Or spag-hetty as I used to call it," Michael pops his head around the door.
"Yay I did too!" I smile, standing up to kiss Mikey.
"You two are adorable," Ashton coos.
"We are. But my spaghetti is getting cold," Michael walks out, me following.
He gives me a plate.
"Bon apitite,"
"Thanks," I smile at his stupidity and he sits next to me.
"Je suis fatigué," I yawn, taking a mouthful of spaghetti.
"You are fat and gay?" Ashton looks concerned, "oh god. Shes talking shit. Someone call the nurse!"
