"Zander, I swear to god, if you hack my Instagram again, I'll chop off your d-"
"Language!" Tori shouted from the couch, looking up from her book and narrowing her eyes at Charlie.
Charlie turned her head towards the brunette, sticking out her tongue. "You're not my mom, Twi. I'm seventeen, not twelve."
"So? If you're going to use that language, go somewhere else."
"Yeah, filly faker. Go somewhere else with your potty mouth," Zander chimed in with a smirk, nudging the shorter blonde. "We don't need your negativity 'round here."
"Oh, shut it, you moron," she fired back before storming out of the room, shoving past a very confused Dylan.
"What just happened?" He asked the other two, seating himself on the couch next to Tori. "Did Blitz fill her phone with ugly selfies again?"
"Excuse you, Prince Egghead, but my selfies are a work of art. You wish you had my selfie game."
"Sure I do," Dylan replied with boredom, redirecting his attention to the book the female next to him was reading. "Re-reading The Book Thief, are you?"
"Mmhmm." She was quiet as her eyes scanned the pages, turning to the next one every so often.
"Have you gotten to the part when-"
"Don't remind me, please."
Zander scoffed, making his way to the kitchen. "Get married already, I swear. You can name your kids after encyclopedia characters."
"You mean actual people?" Dylan answered with a light laugh, Tori's mouth twitching at the corners.
"If that's what you call 'em, yeah. You're both nerds, I swear." And after that, he fell silent, only the sound of rustling coming from the kitchen's direction.
"Brandon and Penny should be back by now, right?" He shouted several seconds later appearing back into the living room. "We're out of soda."
"Then get your own."
"No, Dylan. The store's too far."
Dylan raised a brow, tilting his head and flashing him a skeptical look. "Really, Blitz? It's literally three blocks away."
"I don't give a shit, I'm not walking all the way down there for soda. That's what I have you for, man."
"Oh, thanks," he said sarcastically, watching Zander walk into the hall down and up the stairs. "I'm gonna do stuff."
"Like confess your love for Dash?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tori. I'm gonna scare the shit out of her, duh."
Tori sighed, holding back a giggle as she called back. "Have fun getting pushed down the stairs!"
"I won't get pushed down the-" Zander was cut off, and only a loud yell and multiple thumps were heard, and moments after, Charlie's muffled laughter filled the air.
"Got you, bitch!"
Tori paused, looking away from her book to Dylan. "Should we do something, or...?"
"He had it coming," he said offhandedly, reaching for the remote from the coffee table. "Blitz will be fine, don't worry about it."
"I'm not fine." Zander's voice sounded gruff, almost strangled. "Can we kick her out, she could've killed me!"
"You're such a fucking baby. Get up!"
"I've fallen and I can't get up. Mostly because of your rude ass. I'm not living in the same house as you, no way!"
And they could practically hear her sneering through her next reply, Dylan and Tori exchanging glances. "Fine, I'll move in with Sean!"
A choked noise came from who they assumed was Zander, and his pleas were soon replacing his insults. "No, please, I'm sorry, stay here!"
"I dunno. I can hook up with someone at a bar, and-"
"No way in hell are you doing that. You're a baby, you're staying here. With me. Reading the bible because clearly, you're too young to be thinking of doing the do."
"You mean sex?" She questioned, and Zander's gasp was loud.
"Wash your mouth with soap, you disgusting rabbit woman," he ordered loudly, stumbling back into the living room. "Can we hire a priest to babysit her?"
"No, Blitz," Tori responded casually, almost as if this was a daily request. "We're not getting a priest babysitter."
"What the hell are you, my mom or something?" Then Zander left for the third or fourth time, now relocating back to his room instead of scaring a certain angry blonde.
It was peaceful for the hour after, and only the sound of Charlie's muffled music filled the air along with Tori's flipping pages.
Soon, the noise of the front door unlocking joined, and in came in Brandon and Penny, their arms filled with grocery bags and wide grins on their faces.
"We're back!" They shouted simultaneously, shuffling into the kitchen, placing down the groceries.
"Blitzy, we got your soda!" Brandon called out cheerfully, taking the pack of Coke from the paper bag.
"Dashie, we got your chips!" Penny shouted soon after, the both of them taking out the food and drinks placing them in their proper places.
And suddenly, loud thumps descending from the stairs were heard, and Zander sprinted in, followed closely by Charlie.
"Soda?"
"Chips?"
"You know what that means," Zander and Charlie said together, jumping up and down. "Party time!"
"Ooh, what should we do tonight? Should we watch movies?" Brandon asked with a bright grin, clapping his hands together.
"Maybe play charades!" Penny suggested excitedly.
But Zander and Charlie knew exactly what to do. They looked at each other with the same looks of mischief. "Let's goof around on Skype."
