The Jacket Snatcher

Chapter 5- Snog, Marry, Avoid

"It's a simple question. Pancakes or waffles?" Ashton repeats, giving Luke an exasperated look.

"Well, why can't I choose both?"

"Because the game is called either/or. Not both!" Ashton throws his hands up and stares hard at his band mate.

I shush the two boys, trying to avoid waking the whole flight. "Just answer, Luke."

He turns to me and grins. "You answer first, then."

"Fine. I pick waffles."

"How can you choose that easily?" Luke furrows his eyebrows when he looks at me.

"It's simple really." I shrug my shoulders. "Waffles have the little compartments to hold the syrup so it doesn't get all over your whole plate."

Ashton starts giggling across the aisle, and Luke's eyes light up as he continues to stare at me.

"What?" I ask, unnerved by his unrelenting attention.

"You're the smartest person I've ever met." He grins and I scoff, shoving his shoulder playfully.

"It's your turn." Ashton nods at me.

"Okay...broccoli or carrots?"

"Broccoli," both boys say at the exact same time.

I wrinkle my nose at their response.

"You don't like broccoli?" Ashton asks in horror.

I shush him again. I swear these guys don't understand what inside voices are.

"Not compared to carrots, I don't. I could eat carrots every day for the rest of my life."

He shakes his head at me while clicking his tongue.

We play a few more rounds, but after a heated debate of Superman vs. Batman (which Superman should obviously win because, hello, Batman doesn't even have super powers...just lots of money and emotional scarring), we decide we better switch games before someone gets hurt.

"Luke, snog, marry, or avoid: Miley Cyrus, Beyoncé, and Megan Fox," Ashton says with a grin.

Luke taps his chin as if thinking, then spurts out without another moment's hesitation, "Snog Megan Fox, marry Beyoncé, and avoid Miley." He turns toward me with a cheeky smile. "Steph, same three."

"You can't give me girls. That's lame."

"Maybe for you," Ashton snorts. I glare at him around Luke's body.

"Fine. Mine would actually be the exact same as what Luke said."

"Awwwww, how adorable!" Ashton pipes up again.

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay, Ashton, you're up. Zac Efron, Justin Bieber, and Channing Tatum," I say, smirking to myself.

Annoyingly, he doesn't even protest being given all boys. Instead, he just takes a moment to think before answering with a dimpled grin. "Snog Channing Tatum, marry Zac, and avoid Bieber."

I nod my head in agreement. It's weird that I seem to have the same taste in both men and women as these two boys. So weird.

"Steph," Ashton starts, and something about his smile makes me nervous. "Luke, Mikey, and Cal."

My mouth drops open. Luke looks at me with unveiled interest.

"You--you can't use people here!" I stutter.

"That was never an established rule," Luke adds, holding his finger up as if making a point.

I notice that I'm wringing my hands in my lap and clench them into fists to stop myself. "I'm not answering that."