Ten Too Many Boys ***Old Version!!!***

Chapter Sixteen: Running For My Life

The only emotion I can think of to describe what I felt after the movie was done is relief.

Ethan kept pestering me during the entire movie, making it nearly impossible to pay attention when he was constantly asking questions. I was able to answer most of them, but Finn would shush me every time I tried to talk, so eventually I gave up.

Evan, Dylan and Kaiden joined us about halfway through and Evan kept complaining about how it was unrealistic. I told him it was a fantasy movie for a reason and after that he shut up.

I think Dylan and Kaiden liked it. They hardly took their eyes off the movie the whole time.

George didn't watch the second movie with us because Molly took him to a friend's birthday party. Or something like that. I wasn't paying much attention.

Finn stretches out his legs beside me with a groan before standing. Ethan and him share a long glance with each other and then Finn turns back to me.

"Hey Max?" I know immediately by the pleading tone of his voice I'm not going to like what he has to say.

I cross my arms over my chest, glaring. "What?"

"Could you pretty please go up into my room and get my phone for me? I think it's on my bed."

I glare at him, making him shift under my gaze. "And why should I?" Though my tone is sweet I make the warning clear. I get something good in return or it's a no go.

"I'll take you to town for a week to get ice cream if you do." He looks at me, dead serious.

"And you'll pay for it too." I stare at my nails, feigning disinterest. His mouth drops open to retort but I cut him off.

"You are asking me to go into your stinky room and get out of my very comfortable spot on the couch. You'll pay or do it yourself." I finally meet his gaze to stare at him levelly.

He glares at me before running a hand over his face with a sigh. "Fine. Now please go find my phone." He makes a shooing motion.

"Of course, your Majesty." I give him a sweeping bow when I stand. "And don't think I'm going to forget about our deal anytime soon." I wink in his direction as I practically skip away with my blanket and Doritos.

At his door, or at least the door I assume is his, I gently push it open. With quick glance around, I determine that there aren't any boys hiding in the shadows like monsters.

His room is exactly as I would expect it to be. Clothes lie on the floor in different piles with a path to his bed thats pushed up against the wall. Some of the clothes even look suspiciously feminine. Blankets are left on the ground and the sheets are rumpled. Another patch of open floor leads to a small desk with a lamp and piles of paper, directly across his bed.

The natural light filters in his room from a window that is almost floor to ceiling. Dark blue curtains are pushed aside for more light on the beige colored walls.

A closet looks almost carved into the wall by his desk and overflows with yet more clothes. How many clothes does this guy own? He's got at least twice as many as I do!

A peek at some of them shows that at least he has good taste. I contemplate stealing something while I'm here.

I sigh, already regretting taking this deal. Think of the ice cream, Max. Paid ice cream everyday for a whole week.

A quick sweep of the room and bed shows no sign of his phone. I toe one of the piles before I move toward his bed and squat down, aware of all the dirty clothes.

I use my phone flashlight to look under his bed. I don't see anything that resembles a phone, just other questionable objects. I stand back up quickly, brushing my hands off on my shorts.