“What do you two want to eat tonight?" Jackson said, plopping down next to me on the sofa.
"Pizza?" Ben J said.
"Nah, We've had Pizza twice already this week."
"Chinese?"
"You know I don't like Chinese, Dude."
"You live on takeaway food, don't you?" I asked. Both Ben and Jackson looked at me and nodded. I shook my head. "Guys."
"Jackson's done an advert where he irons toast. He can't cook much better than that" Ben laughed. Jackson nudged him, chuckling.
"I am so cooking weekends, Boys. You just can't live on takeaways. It's almost as bad as smoking."
"I think my mom moved in, Jay." Ben said, still laughing lightly.
"Vick's just looking out for us. Ain't ya?" Jay smiled at me. I nodded, giggling a little.
I woke up on the Saturday at ten. Jackson and Ben were both still asleep. I got up and, after getting changed into jeans and a top Ben had bought me, I looked in the fridge. They had gone shopping yesterday evening, a list from me in hand, so the fridge was full of useful stuff I could use, opposed to the butter and mouldy cheese left in there when I last checked. I pulled out three eggs, bacon, three medium mushrooms, two tomatoes, a packet of six sausages and the new tub of butter, putting them on the kitchen counter. I also got two tins of baked beans out and put them in a saucepan. Halfway through cooking the last egg, the smell had, most likely, drifted into the boy's bedrooms. Ben was the closest, and was the first one to come out in just his boxers, running his hand through his hair. He came over to one of the plates and went to grab a sausage, but I smacked his hand away.
"Go get dressed first, Ben." I couldn't help but smile. "And tell Jay to do the same."
By the time they both came out, it was half past ten. I had put their plates on the usually unused dining table, with glasses, knives and forks. There was a bottle of orange juice and a jug of iced water in-between the glasses, too. I was sat down, my legs crossed on the seat, sipping at my water.
"See, I told you my Mom moved in." Ben chuckled, fork in hand, stabbing at his food. I giggled, almost spitting the water I was sipping everywhere.
"Your Mom aint this good at cooking, Ben." Jackson said, chuckling and pouring some orange juice into his glass. "Thanks Vicky. This is really sweet of you."
"You guys paid for it, I just cooked it." I grinned, picking up my fork and starting with my mushrooms.
After breakfast, I sent them over to watch television. I usually wouldn't touch washing up, but I had to take the responsibility because, well, do you really think Jackson Rathbone at seventeen would wash his dishes? No, Didn't think so either. He's like other teenage boys my age. Which is kinda strange, seeing that he should be twenty six and famous. I almost forgot about that. I guess I've just been getting to know him, and I've forgotten who he actually is. I washed all the dishes and went over to join Ben and Jay on the sofa.
"Cartoons? Seriously?" I giggled.
"Nothin's wrong with a little cartoons on a Saturday mornin', Vick" Jackson chuckles, chucking a cushion at me.
Around 2 in the afternoon, I decided that it was too nice of a day to let Ben and Jackson sit around in the dark watching TV. I stood up and, with my hands on my hips for effect, I looked at them.
“We should go out. Its sunny outside, and in all honesty, at our age we shouldn’t be stuck inside this stuffy ole place.”
“Yeah, yeah, after this” Ben said, waving his hand in dismissal at me. Jackson nudged him without looking away from the television.
“Fine, I’ll go find something to do without you both. You can have square eyes if you want, not my problem.” I shrugged, pulling on my woolly boot-y things. Heading for the door, Jackson got up and grabbed my arm gently.
”Wait for us, we’re not lettin’ you go on your own,” He smiled at me before looking over at Ben “Are we, Ben?” He must have glared because Ben nodded and grabbed the television remote, reluctantly turning it off and getting up to go. I grinned at them both and fist pumped.
”To the park… if you have one around here anywhere” I laughed. Ben chuckled lightly and Jackson just grinned, nodding.
Becca looked at me, raising her eyebrow.
”Are you okay?” She asked, watching me as I rubbed my forehead.
”Urr… I didn't schedule this visit, actually.” I laughed.
“Did somebody spike your drink, and then you passed out?” Becca said, trying not to laugh.
”Its three in the afternoon, we aren’t drinking alcohol. We’re playing football in the park. Well, we were” Becca burst out laughing.
“You got knocked out?”
”Well! I was trying to catch the ball when Ben kicked it in the air, and… yeah.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Officially the first time I've been knocked out”
”Well, good luck with that. See you when you sleep” She said, as I closed my eyes and then reopened them slowly, the sun being blocked from my eyes by three figures.
“I think she’s okay, she’s waking up. Dude, you’re an idiot”
Sat up now, Jackson sat next to me to make sure I was okay, Ben G kept giving me apologetic smiles while him and Ben J was kicking the “Soccer” ball back and forth.
“I really am fine, Jackson, you can go play if you want to.” I smiled back at Ben G yet again.
”It’s okay, Vick. I’m not letting you sit on your own, anyways.”
About three minutes later, I turned to face him and giggled.
”Hola, Jackson. Como estas?” Jay looked at me with a puzzled look, chuckling.
”Soy bueno. Como estas?”
“…Soy bueno” I nodded, laughing because I had already used my little knowledge of spanish up asking him how he was and saying hello.
“Well, that was random” He chuckled again, looking at me. We both turned to see Ben G and Ben J walking up to us, throwing the ball at Jackson’s head. Not able to catch it in time, it hit his head and bounce off in the opposite direction. He rubbed his forehead, much like I was doing about ten or twenty minutes ago.
“See, they’re perfect for each other” Ben J told Ben G. I could feel my face go hot and giggled, putting my hood up on my hoodie to hide my face.
Jackson chuckled, patting my back.
“Ignore them, Vick.”
”Trying” I laughed, still hiding my face. “Gawd, Johnson, Why’d you have to be so awkward!” I said, peeking up at him.
“Johnson?” He laughed as he plopped down."
”Well, You're Johnson and he’s Graupner. Because I can’t keep referring to you as Ben G and Ben J.” I nodded. They shrugged, saying “Fair enough” in unison.
“Right, now what?” Graupner said, pulling my hood down and chuckling. I gave him a little glare, but left the hood as it was.
“Guess the song?” Johnson suggested. OhGawd. I don't know the years of songs. Please say no, Please say no. I cringed internally when the others agreed to it, as it would “Pass some time” Dammity damn. Its okay, as long as I can just think carefully. Just do Spice girl songs or something.
“Vicky first. I wanna see if she can sing” Graupner grinned evilly at me. OhGawd. I wasn't ready.
”You wont get me singing. Ever. I don't even know what songs are around at the moment.” I admitted.
I ended up skipping my turn about six times. That was until they all jumped on me and forced me.
“I don't want to” I half laughed, half squeaked as Jay, Graupner and Johnson bundled me. “God this hurts. Please get off-a me!”
They all rolled off, laughing their pretty little heads off as I sat up, clutching my squished stomach and groaning.
“Not nice to play ruff, Boys” I said, wagging my finger at them all jokingly and laughing.
“Jay can kiss it better” Johnson teased, winking at me. I bet you he knew I’d go red! Jackson just chuckled. I pointed to my cheek.
”I’m pretty sure somebody smacked me ‘round the face at the start of your most random bundle” … What was I doing!?
“Sorry, I think that might’ve been me anyway” Jay said as he leant in to kiss my cheek softly. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, and I was pretty surprised I didn't squeal!
”I think she’s happy you did that, dude.” I heard one of the Ben’s say. Apparently I actually did squeal. Kill. Me. Now.
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