Chapter 8: Runaways

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Two months later....

I've been getting the hang of being around the girls alone since Liz left for tour, and I admittedly say it's actually fun. They're not as girly as I thought. Two weeks ago we all went grocery shopping with Ricky, Balz , Devin and Ryan at Wal-Mart and we all got side tracked and acted like a bunch of fools, we started singing off key and danced and attempted to twerk, not to mention we all ran around in carts 'jousting' with bread and crashed into the toy aisle, then we eventually got kicked out...and banned. But it was worth it, the girls had a blast and thanks to Maria they've opened up more to me. I don't know what she did or said, but she's good. But, today....today was different. Quiet. Stressful actually. The girls have been a handful today, they've been arguing all day over god knows what, and Tyler wasn't making it any better, I was in my room sitting on the edge of my bed and he kept tugging at my pants sleeve, asking for some more junk food, and I refused to give him what he wanted because he ate enough junk food starting this morning. Bad I know. I had enough of his whining so I yelled at him and sent him to his room. He didn't seemed phased by it, he was used to hearing me scream, weather it was in a song or if I was screaming at someone so he just sighed in aggravation and walked to his room. The girls continued to argue.

"YOU STOLE MY FUCKING MISFITS SHIRT"

"NO I DIDN'T, I ASKED IF I COULD BORROW IT AND YOU NEVER ASKED FOR IT,"

"I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO ASK FOR MY OWN SHIRT,"

"LISTEN GIRLS, THERE'S PLENTY OF MISFITS SHIRTS, WE LIVE WITH CHRIS, I'M SURE HE HAS PLENTY,"

"SHUT UP BRIONNA,"

I sighed and rubbed the sides of my head, I was starting to get a headache. My phone vibrated, it was a phone call from Ricky.

"Hello," I sighed out.

"Hey, what's going on, you sound stressed,"

"It's...the girls, they've been arguing about random shit all day,"

"It can't be that bad,"

"My door is closed and I can still hear them screaming at each other..."

I stopped talking and listened for their screams but they were gone. They must've made up. I shrugged.

"-sighs- I just wish Liz was here already, she knew what to do when it comes to shit like this, I can't take another minute of it, Ricky, this is hell, they're just a handful sometimes, I wish everything was back to normal,"

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Riot's Pov

Briar and I decided to drop the fight and make up. We decided to go apologized to Chris for screaming and yelling all day, we knew we were being bitches and he most likely couldn't relax like he wanted to so we headed for his room, Brionna following close behind, his door was cracked and I almost knocked on it, but Briar grabbed my hand and said 'shh', at first I was confused, but I listened and heard Chris talking to someone. We all listened close.

"-sighs- I just wish Liz was here already, she knew what to do when it comes to shit like this, I can't take another minute of it, Ricky, this is hell, they're just a handful sometimes, I wish everything was back to normal," he says.

That was all we needed to hear. We all looked at each other.

"I knew we weren't welcome here," Brionna whispered.

"We can change that...he'll never have to worry about hearing or seeing from us again," I said in gritted teeth.

Briar nodded and wiped her falling tear and we stomped away to our rooms. We all knew what we were planning on to do, it was almost as if we have the same mind.

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