Dealing with Denis

Food.

OK, so this is the story I was feeling thinky about today. I have an idea, not sure where it's going to go, but I shall try! This is MY story. I have not stolen it from anyone else, and I would greatly appreciate it if it stayed as mine. Thank you and enjoy! haha

xx aCaptainsFortune

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"Food!"

"No."

"No."

"No. I'm not hungry."

"I'm with the boys on this one, Amy."

"But... food." I sighed, before flopping face first onto my bed, half landing on Rick and Jay. My stomach rumbled, causing me to sit bolt upright. "See!" I pointed a finger at my abdomen and glared accusingly around the room, where four boys were sprawled in varying positions.

"Jeez Ams, you are a bottomless pit!" Den flung his hands up in frustration, causing Cain to grin.

"Feed me, slave!" I cried, waving my hands around in a regal manor.

"Yes, m'lady,' Cain bowed, before grabbing Den and towing him out of my bedroom, down the hall to the kitchen. My flat was small, but it was just me and mum, so that was fine.

"One day, you'll get fat and complain, and you'll only be able to blame yourself," Rick scolded. I reached over and ruffled his blond hair. He closed his eyes reflexively and grinned.

"And then we won't carry you to bed," Jay smirked, his brown eyes flashing mischievously, as they always did.

"I don't know how Cain and Den ever talked me into letting you two be our friends," I scowled playfully.

"Well, if I remember correctly, it was you who begged and pleaded with the boys, who were all big brother protective of you and thought we were going to rape you," Rick spoke, flicking me between the eyes. Just as I was prepared to pull his hair, Den burst through the door.

"We have hunted and gathered," he gestured royally at a single back of crips in his hand. My mouth dropped open.

"You are the worst hunters and gatherers I have ever seen!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, do you want them or not?" Cain grabbed them, dangling them over my head.

"Gimme." Snatching them from his hands and popping them open before munching away happily. Jay reached over tentitavley for the bag, but I smacked his hand away lightning fast. "Nuh - uh, you didn't want it, and did not get me the food, so there for do not eat the food."

He pouted before rolling off my bed and thumping to the floor, groaning and moaning. I refused. He started banging his feet and hands on the carpet, screeched and just all round made the most terrifying noises I have ever heard in my life. Ever.

"For the love of all things good, give him a chip! He sounds like a dying camel!" Den complained. I saw Rick stuffing tissue after tissue into his ears and Cain hiding under a pillow. I took that opportunity to sit on the pillow, positioned on his head. I continued to chew away on my crisps.

"Geroffffff meh," came a muffled voice from under my butt. I paused in my eating, glancing around at my best friend.

"Did anyone hear anything?" I raised an eyebrow and looked searchingly around the room, grinning to myself on the inside.

"GEROFFFFFF MEHHHHH!" Cain grabbed my hair and yanked, pulling me off the pillow. He sat up quickly and glared at me accusingly. "You were suffocating me!" There was a moment of silence as we all exchanged a look. We then burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, all except for Cain. "Last time I get you food," he grumbled, crossing his arms like a two year old. I tackled hugged him, causing him to laugh and hug me back.