𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Twenty Eight

If I said I didn't like the way Sam is with my girl I'd be lying. I know he cares about her, just sometimes his comments are a lot more than I want. Shaking my head I focus back on the tv. "I don't understand this? Why is Aria a tv character? I'd rather her be real so I could bang her" Damien declares. The causes all of us to start laughing at his stupid comment.

"She's not real, Damien" Hanna grins at my brother. I chuckle under my breath and pull her off Sam's lap towards me. "I love you" I whisper into her hair. Hanna shoots me a red cheeked grin before pressing her lips to mine. "I love you, too," she breathes against my lips. I'd be crazy if I said I'm not glad I waited all these years for this girl. She completes me.

Hanna smiles, turning back to her show wide eyes. "What the hell! Spencer you and Toby are meant to be" she yells at the screen. I chuckle under my breath pulling her into my arms. Even her creepy shows. I'll put up with it all just because I can call her mine. "Nachos!" Sam yells over the screaming girls on the tv. Ace tilts his head and watches our friend with a confused expression. "Nachos?" Damien repeats bewildered as I am.

Sam smirks and leaps off the lounge his cell phone in hand. "I'm ordering us some Nachos," he declares. Rolling my eyes I turn back to the screen resting my head against Hanna's. "Order enough for me!" Damien yells over the tv. Ace nods in agreement and I shove my hand in the air. All of us announcing we want some nachos. Sam groans as he rambles off to the person on the other line.

A grin appears on my lips as I watch the tv. He has a hate/love relationship with us just like Hanna and her horror movies. "Their assholes, I ordered enough for you as well," he replies, planting his ass on the lounge beside me. I gotta admit, Damien and I moving in with these two assholes in freshman year was the best decision we made. I mean yeah, I didn't talk to them for about a month because I hated the entire world but they soon became our closest friends. Nathan included. He's been such a good friend since me and Damien moved here from Chicago.

A knock at the front door pulls me from my thoughts, causing Sam to dash off towards the sound in a rush. Laughing softly I pull Hanna closer causing her to wiggle. "Release me! I want me some nachos!" She demands wiggling out of my grip and dashing after Sam. I smile and shove my arms behind my head. I absolutely love her, nobody can change my mind on that if they tried.

"Dinner is served" Sam and Hanna announce at the same time. Climbing off the lounge I pause the tv, follow Ace and Damien into the kitchen to dish up some nachos. I begin piling my plate with nachos, not forgetting to grab myself the sour cream from the fridge so I have something to smear on them. Hanna wrinkles her nose as she watches me shove a sour cream covered nacho into my mouth.

"Ew! You're ruining them!" She complains as she shoves her dry beef-filled chip into her mouth. I chuckle under my breath and shove another one into my mouth, winking at her. "It's delicious," I announced. Damien nods in agreement shoving a handful into his large gob. "Our mother makes the best nachos" Damien says softly. I nod and shove another chip in my mouth.

Hanna watches us with horror as we douse our meal in sour cream with grins. "I agree with Hanna," Sam smirks, shoving a dry chip into his mouth. What is wrong with these two? That's dry as all hell. Ace plants his ass back in the lazy boy, snatching the sour cream from Damien and watches Sam with a weird look. "You two are awfully weird" he replies, shoving a chip covered with sour cream into his mouth.

Ace, Damien and I start laughing when Hanna's facial expression changes to horrified. Smirking, I eye Hanna with a grin. "Definitely would taste better smeared all over your perfect tits" I grin at her, licking the white liquid off my lips. Hanna watches me with her jaw drops pen as she gazes at me with wide eyes. Ace smirks as he watches me with a twinkle in his eye.

"Let me try it tonight" I wink at her. Hanna closes her mouth and glares at me shoving another dry chip into her mouth. Smirking I grab the remote, switching the channel to sons of anarchy. I hear a squeal from Hanna and turn my head as she dashes towards me. Shit. Placing my nachos on the coffee table she tackles herself into my lap and fights for the remote. "No, no. You watched too many pretty little liars as it is" I replied and held the remote above her head.

Ace grins and nods in agreement. Smirking I press a kiss to her nose and toss Ace the remote. Hanna flies off my lap towards Ace. Quickly he sets his nachos on the side table as she leaps into his lap and reaches for the remote. Maybe this was a bad idea? I watch her moving around in Ace's lap and my jaw hardens anger taking over my features.

"Enough!" I growl my fists clenched at my side. Ace's body stills realizing why I'm angry he stays still. Hanna turns her head towards me with a smirk covering her lips. Oh no, she does not. Getting to my feet I make my way over to Ace and yank her off his lap my eyes filled with anger. "What the fuck!" I growl in her face. Hanna's features change to angry as she watches mine. "Seriously?!" She growls.

Her eyes zero in on mine, her lip pulled in a snarl. "You can get all angry over a little teasing over a bloody remote! With your own fucking friend?! But you're practically chewing on my brother's neck this morning!" She yells. Seriously? Is she kidding. Growling I pull her into the kitchen away from the boys. "What's your fucking issue!" I growl. "You!" She spits back. What the fuck? "I'm not the one rubbing my ass on your friend" I bite out, my teeth practically bared.

Hanna glares at me pulling out of my grip before she stomps up the stairs. "Have fucking fun on your movie night! I'm going home!" She screams. Home. She means to-. What the fuck! Closing my eyes I throw the remote at Damien before trailing after her. "You'd really go there after everything that happened to you?" I yell. Hanna spins towards me, her eyes blazing with rage.

"I'm not a fucking rape victim you bastard! I'm not your doll you get to hold and keep safe! I have a voice! I can take care of my fucking self!" She screams at me. Damn. When did I say she was a doll? "I never said you were a doll, but you're definitely acting like a spoiled bitch!" I bite. A loud crack sounds across the room and realization takes over. She fucking slapped me. She slapped me. Growling I grip her wrist and stare at her, my eyes dark.

Hanna glares right back at me her entire body shuttering with anger as she watches me. "Don't you ever do that again. You won't like the outcome." I growl under my breath. "What? You'd hit me back!" she whispers, taking a step away from me she lightly flinches. She really thinks I'd ever lay a hand on her? "I would never fucking lay a hand on you" I growl.

She stares up at me with bright green angry eyes before she pulls away from me. Grabbing her jacket she walks out of the bedroom leaving me standing alone. Moments later the front door slams shut, and I tug at my wavy hair. What the fuck did I just do.