An Attack Helicopter Brought us Together

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Penelope POV

Eee! What a beautiful apartment! I blink around, slightly dazzled by the sun streaming in through the windows. The seven dudes stand behind us, looking awkward as we explore. I notice Serena making for the fancy pink fridge with BT21 magnets all over it and follow her, wondering if they have Cheetos. I love Cheetos!

"Leave me fucking alone," Serena grunts, pawing through the contents of a draw, "I need to comfort eat after everything that's happened."

"Awww..." Penelope thought for a moment, "I could help you! I could make you happy ag- yow!"

Serena shoved me backwards into the guy with gingery hair so he has to catch me. I struggled away from him. Ew! I shouldn't be touching other guys... she thought miserably, thinking of her fancy rich Japanese skater boyfriend.

I look around to see Emily sprawled on the couch, playing with BTS's recording equipment and trying to beat Ember (who's actually trying to work out how the equipment works without breaking it) over the head with microphones and pressing buttons on the amplifiers. One of the guys is trying desperately to get her to stop and to reset all the stuff but he's no match for Emily... even when she's not dancing. I sorta like her dancing because it makes me HAPPY (like most things) but I also don't like it because no one else does.

Beverly, meanwhile, is just visible through the bathroom door, peering at a bidet with a puzzled expression. A bidet! So fancy! I rush over and squeal and press the button and it makes a cute little butt-cleaning fountain. Eee!

"Uh... what is this?" Beverly scratches her lank hair, "Is it like a mini fountain?"

"Well, you could use it as that," I explain joyously, "but it's called a bidet. Can you say bidet?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm not three."

"Say it, then!" I cheer her on. Poor Beverly is seriously lacking in self-confidence... Sometimes she just needs a little encouragement.

Beverly looks awkward for a moment, but under my encouraging stare, she mutters, "Bidet?"

"That's it!" I beam and pat her on the back which sets off a hiccuping fit, "and did you know, when you've done your business, you sit on it and it sprays up your butt? Isn't that great!?"

I flounce out, leaving Beverly spluttering, and find the men still loitering around in the entryway, perturbed by the mob of eighteen-year-old girls who've suddenly taken over their house. I look out the window and see night falling.

"Time for beddy-byes!" I chirrup, and skip off towards what looks like a bedroom, ignoring the mingled looks of joy and awkwardness from the band.

"Uh... excuse me..." one of the guys comes after me tentatively, "But that's my room. Unless you're happy to share...?"

I slap him across the face in horror and he stumbles backwards into the couch, "You can sleep there!" I soothe, and flop onto the bed, which has the guy's beaming face on the duvet.

Eight hours later...

I awake and stretch. Oh, the joys of morning! I get up, raid the pantry for breakfast, then loiter around with the girls, waiting to see what BTS are doing today. Finally the guy who I slapped last night awakes on the couch with a bit of prodding from Emily and informs us - after much interrogation - that they're doing a rehearsal. He goes and wakes up the other dudes and then we all go downstairs and hop in a limo.

As we drive through the city, I observe the band members. I wonder how I'm going to remember all their faces and fancy names? The fun of making friends comes with challenges... like remembering names! Serena throws up from motion-sickness and growls and threatens everyone and swears her head off.