Social Casualty

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". . . It fucking hurt like hell! To know you're almost mine, but dreams are still unreal!" Lucas and I sang together. Well for him it actually sounded as if he were singing. We've been singing (screaming) lyrics all day to many different people. Like All Time Low, Green Day, Guns N' Roses, and much more. The boys are out with their manager because of what they did about a week ago. You know how got drunk and didn't know how they got back home. Calum would be the only one who, I'm guessing, won't get in trouble.

"So after Blink 182, what should we listen to next?" he asked.

"Sorry to kill the mood. But how about, Ed Sheeran? Haven't heard him in a while."

"Sounds good," he nodded putting his + Album next. The A Team started playing right after and that made me smile. "What're you grinning about, ey?"

"Just the bet."

"Oh speaking about the bet, here's your other dollar." he gave me the last one, out of the five he was suppose to give me.

I smiled saying thanks then singing aloud with Lucas. I won the bet. No surprise there. Just like how it's suppose to be. I was almost scarred too. I mean what I went for was pretty risky but worth it.

• • •

"Niall don't get your hopes up. You know the rules! I still have like six hours and a day left!" I yelled into the phone. All he did was laugh.

"Hah! Like you're gonna win! Who won last time. . . Um . . . Oh yeah! It was me! I won! So suck it!"

Now here are the facts. I've won the majority of these plays. Bets. Choose as you like. He just got lucky those last two times. But I know for a fact, that I'll win this one. Even through a phone he sounds overly cocky at the moment. Did I mention that I had Niall on speaker.

"Oh my god!" Whispered Calum.

"Niall you shouldn't mess with fire you dumb ass!" Michael yelled into the phone.

"But I know I can put it out!" Niall retorted. Calum and Lucas sat there with their mouths hanging open.

Apparently, he had me on speaker as well.

"Oh Niall! You're doing it! You're becoming Sassy! Good one mate!" said Liam.

Ashton laughed making us all shut up and look towards him. Like what the fuck? I didn't even know he was in the damn room. Seriously, where did he come from!

"Oh god. Niall! I even know better then to sass Asher that far. Dude you're screwed!" he snorted smacking his knee. Like a grandpa. Well he is the oldest. Just not the brightest.

"That's it. If you're such a smart ass, then I have a proposal."

"Go ahead, ain't got nothing better to do, so intrigue me."

"Oh and Liam. You're now at the bottom of my friend's list." I was able to hear him fake cry as he ran off. "If I win. You owe me 55 dollars and I get to tweet a post about my winnings plus I get to do something else that I can't come up with at the moment but will be able to when I find the most perfect thing. If you win. . . I owe you 55 dollars and I have to stuff a bucket of ice in my pants."

"Hmm. . . Seems like it has some loop holes."

"You get to post it in every social media site there is."

"Deal. "

"Niall you're a dumb ass," Lucas said into the phone.

"Watch out Horan, it'll suck for you!" Those were my last words before I hung up.