laila's pov
The boys wanted to have a movie night, but i'm kinda scared to see what they're gonna choose.
bro really.
fucking really.
I know damn well these boys did not just choose insidious.
I got up to go back to my room so I would be able to sleep at night without having nightmares.
"Nope." Ian said before grabbing my waist and throwing me on the couch next to 'ciaran' (i learned his name on the car ride back).
"No offense guys, but this ain't it." I explained.
"You'll be fineeeeee." Matt said while glaring at me.
Fuck.
The boys turned out the lights and right when the movie started I closed my eyes and knocked the fuck out.
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matt's pov
"I think I should just pick her up and take her to her room. I don't know how I feel about that." I told the boys while pointing at Ciaran and my sister knocked out on the couch.
"Just leave them, look at how comfy they look." Joba said.
Ciaran had his arm around her and she had her head on his shoulder and her leg over his. It didn't bother me too much cause I know that happened after she fell asleep so it's not like it was intentional. But I don't want to let her wake up like that, girls are weird and she's probably gonna catch a crush if she woke up to Ciaran.
I picked her up and walked up the stairs. I plopped her in the bed and threw one of her blankets on her.
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laila's pov
I woke up to the boys arguing. again. I'm guessing this is usual. I decided I would see what the guys did with my art stuff so I changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts.
When I got downstairs I was greeted by Joba, Ian and Romil in the kitchen making coffee. Since I was fucking lazy, I just decided to postmates coffee. I made my way to the back door and finished ordering my breakfast.
I saw this cute little shed. I opened the door and it looked just like my studio at home. Of course there were subtle differences but I know where the inspiration came from.
I sat down at the desk and looked out of the large windows that were installed. All the boys were now in the kitchen and for some reason it warmed my heart to see them all candidly together. Like a happy family.
My phone went off signaling my postmates had arrived, so I ran to the door before one of the dumbass boys answered it.
The indian man handed me my food and then I gave him a cash tip from my wallet. I thanked the man and walked towards the kitchen table.
"So Laila, were throwing a party today. Wanna help?" Joba asked.
"Sure, I mean I'm taking a little art break until I get settled so I'm free."
"Perfect." He answered.
The boys began to pass around hk's phone. I assume they were reading a list of something cause each boy revised and edited it as they went.
The phone got to me and I saw a bunch of names. I knew not one person on this list. It doesn't really matter though, all I need is the boys.
"Okay how that that list is finished, here's another one." hk said while clicking away on his phone and then passing it to Matt.
It finally reached me and I added a bottle of Bacardi. Joba saw this and I looked at him and put my finger over my lips, signaling him to not say anything.
He giggled at my gesture and nodded.
Since I shouldn't be publicly drinking, cause you never know when people are watching. I had a genius idea so I could get sloshed and avoid getting barked at by Matt who put me on a painful limit when I drank with him.
You know the best part about drinking is the crime 😎.
"Kay Joba and Laila, you're gonna go to the liquor store. The rest of us are going to the grocery store to get other stuff." hk explained. This man was like the father, geez.
Joba grabbed his keys and I grabbed my coffee and we were on our way.
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We got to the closest liquor store to the house and made our way inside. We walked up and down the aisles grabbing what the boys requested.
"Why Bacardi? It tastes like straight up rubbing alcohol."
"That's the beauty of it." I replied
Of course I wasn't mentally insane and I had an elaborate plan but I didn't wanna compromise myself so now Joba thinks I'm a crazy ass that drinks Bacardi.
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I made him stop at walgreens so I could get a syringe and a case of capri suns.
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We arrived at the house and I helped get all of the ten hundred bottles of the car.
After 18 trips to and from the car we had finally gotten everything off.
I ran upstairs with a bottle and the bag from walgreens.
I got to my room and plugged in my hair iron in the restroom and arranged the packages of juice.
I made holes in all of them with the pointy part of the syringe and began my elaborate slosh plan.
I injected each bag with Bacardi until it was full and there was no air left in the bag. It was maybe a shot and a half in each juice bag.
Once they were all full, I closed each hole with the iron and tilted them upside down to insure they were closed.
I stuck the bottle under the counter and stuck the juice bags back in the package they came in.
I strolled downstairs and put them in the drawer that had my name labeled on it. Ian made these to eliminate the disappearance of food between the boys.
Like clockwork the other boys busted through the door with hella bags because they "don't like making second trips."
"Kay well I'm gonna take a nap, uhhhh wake me up before the party starts if I don't wake up myself." I said while backing up the stairs.
It was now 4 pm and a lil nap before the chaos sounded like music to my ears.
