When James and I got home, we changed into our pajamas, he grabbed his laptop, and we snuggled together in my bed and watched Tarzan until he fell asleep. When the movie ended, I shut his laptop off and woke him up. I wanted to ignore the fact that we were alone, and just sleep with him, but if we got caught then people would know we're together, which would get us kicked off the show since we're still breaking the rules. "James." I whispered, and shook his shoulder. It took a few tries, but he eventually woke up. "Come on babe, you have to go." I said, disappointedly. "I don't wanna." He mumbled tiredly. I chuckled at his response before I replied. "And I don't want you to, but you have to. Come on." I said as I got up from the bed and forcibly pulled him into a standing position. I grabbed his hand and led him over to my door. I was just about to open it, when James grabbed my hand and stopped me. "What are you--" I was cut off when his lips crashed against mine. It was so sudden and fast that I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips. It only took me a second before I was kissing him back full force. It was wild, rough, and messy, and by the time we pulled away, we were both panting for air. After both of our breathing had calmed down, James cupped my cheek in one of his hands and softly kissed my forehead. "I had a great time tonight." He whispered, still holding my cheek. "Me too." I replied, and I didn't have the strength to stay apart anymore, so I pulled him into me and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and rested my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He returned the gesture, and we stood there doing our favorite thing in the world: holding each other. After a few minutes I could feel him starting to sway and lose his balance. I had to force myself to pull away first. "I love you." I whispered as I stood on my tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "I love you too." He whispered back, and then I opened my door so he could go to his room. When he was gone, I shut my bedroom door again, and climbed into bed.
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I woke up Friday morning well rested and in a great mood. Even though it was only 5:30am. When I left my room, I seen Reece and Chris were awake in their bedroom. "What are you two doing awake? It's only five thirty." I whispered, and they looked up at the sound of my voice. They just shrugged their shoulders and then returned their attention back to their phones. Since they weren't in the mood for conversation, I left and got in the shower. When I was finished, all the other boys were just starting to roll out of bed, but by the time I was dressed and completely ready for the day, they were putting the finishing touches on their hair. By 6:45am, we were all ready, and on our way to the theater for soundcheck and wardrobe fitting.
Soundcheck went fine. We sound good, and I honestly think we're gonna be safe this week, but you never know. Wardrobe fitting was a little more difficult. The stylists wanted me to blend in with the dancers, who were wearing extremely short shorts, tight shirts, and heels. I had to argue that I wasn't a dancer, and that I didn't want to look like one. I wanted the fans to be able to pick me out from all the other girls since I was part of the band. In the end we compromised on super short shorts, a not so tight gray tanktop with a blue and gray flannel shirt over it, and a pair of gray vans. After the day was done and the boys and I were back home, Caden and I had cracked down on apartment/ job hunting. During the time I've been gone over the past week, Caden has put in a number of job applications all around Essex and has narrowed the apartment options down to a list of five different possible complexes that we can afford. I joined him in James's room and checked out the apartments he had chosen. The options are: The Greens, Hyde Park Apartments, Kings Mill, Hartland Village, Essex Park Apartments. He showed me pictures of each place and also the rent prices per month. They're all a little under $700 a month except Essex Park Apartments which are anywhere from $850 to over $1,000 a month. "Yeah that's definitely not an option." I said, pointing to the price under the Complex title. He crossed out Essex Park from the list and then we looked at the remaining four. "Well which ones the cheapest?" I asked. "Uuhh, The Greens and Hartland Village have the same starting price at $636 a month, but Kings Mill has a starting price of $691 a month. So I think we should ask James out of those three, which one he thinks is a better choice." Caden suggested while crossing off Hyde Park from the list. "Good idea. James!" I yelled. Him and the others were across the hall in Casey's room hanging out. "What's up?" He said once he walked in. "We're trying to pick out an apartment and we need your help. Based off these three options, which one is the best?" I handed him the list. He looked it over and thought for a few seconds before saying, "personally, I think The Greens are nice. They're relatively cheap when it comes to rent, but the actual apartments are still in good condition." He said, handing the list back to me. "Plus they're only ten minutes away from my house." He added with an innocent looking smile. "Does that work for you?" I looked at Caden. "Yeah, that's fine with me. Just remind me we need to call and schedule a time to go check it out." He sighed, closing the laptop. "Will do." I smiled and stood up from the bed. "Caden, come here!" Tom yelled from across the hall, and Caden happily got out of the bed too. The three of us walked together across the hall into Casey's room. "Rate them, one through ten." Tom held up a picture of some girls boobs and showed them to Caden. I rolled my eyes and climbed up the ladder to Casey's bed where I spent the rest of the night listening to the boys talk about girls body parts, soccer, and other various things that I had no interest in listening to. It was quite interesting though, watching a group of 9 boys interact and talk. It was kind of like what I imagine studying an animal in their natural habitat would be like. It was odd, a little concerning at times, but also very informative. I learned a lot about the male mind. For instance, they are completely retarded and incapable of reaching full maturity. No matter how bad I wanted to put in my girls perspective on their conversations, I didn't. I just sat back and let them have their guy time. After about two hours of pointless banter, they finally acknowledged that I was there. They asked me what I wanted to do, and I asked if we could play a board or card game. I didn't really want to play, but I also didn't feel like watching another movie, so I decided to suggest something we haven't done yet. They agreed, and we all decided on Uno. We spent the next two hours laughing and playing Uno before my 5:30am wake up call hit me. "Okay. I'm done kicking your asses for tonight. I'm gonna call it a day." I joked, and stood up. They all said their goodnights and I left the room. "Excuse me." I turned and seen James in the hallway. "Where do you think you're going without giving me a goodnight kiss?" His face was serious, but I knew he was kidding. "My apologies." I smiled and gave him his goodnight kiss. "Sleep tight princess, I love you." He whispered after we pulled away. "I love you too." I smiled at the use of my new nickname. It made me smile because my mom used to call me princess, but he didn't know that. He made it up on his own. After we finished saying goodnight, he went back to the room with the boys, and I went to my room with my bed. The last thing I remeber before falling asleep, is setting my alarm for the morning.
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