Jordan's point of view

I sat on the couch in the living room and Timothy held an ice pack against his side as Chelsea. "Are you okay Timothy? I saw the fight, and let me tell you something, you hit him perfectly in the jaw." Chelsea said and I laughed. "That's my... little friend? I don't even know what to all you."

"I know how to throw some punches, yeah," he said and chuckled. "Fuck that hurt my side." He said and I pouted. "When do the guys get home?"

"An hour or two." Chelsea said and I nodded. "Now, are you guys hungry? I remember when I came home from school I always went straight to the fridge." She said with a chuckle.

"I'm hungry," I said and Timothy agreed. Chelsea said she'll cook up something real fast and I nodded. "Please don't burn the house down." I said and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Shut up, I know how to cook." She said and walked away. I sighed and shook my head. I looked at Timothy and he just smiled.

"I feel like I'm the most mature one here..." I trailed off and then we both laughed. He groaned and I stopped laughing. "Okay. No laughing for you." I said and he nodded. "Want me to kiss it better?" I asked.

"Please? Mummy always does that and it makes it feel better." He said jokingly and I nodded. I laid him down and then moved the ice pack. I placed my lips on his side quickly and then pulled away.

"Since mummy isn't here, I did it for her, is that okay?" I asked and he nodded. I sat back up and he bit his lip. Good god did he look hot biting his lip.

"Oh look, I have a booboo on my lip." He said and poked his bottom lip out. A small bead of blood showed and I laughed. "Kiss it better?"

"Wipe up the blood and I will." I said and he wiped it away with his tongue. I leaned in and then pressed my lips against his. He kissed back and I hummed.

"You should be a doctor, it feels better." he mumbled and I giggled. I giggled. That's what he does to me, he makes me giggle like a little girl.

"I don't think I'd really enjoy kissing random people where it hurts." I said and pulled away. Our foreheads were pressed against each other and he nodded.

"Yeah, I wouldn't like that either." He said. "How about you be my doctor then." He said and.

"If you think I'm going to out on a very revealing nurse's costume for you, you're completely mistaken." I told him and he laughed. "I'm not going anywhere near those until I'm at least seventeen you horny little poophead."

"Poophead?" He repeated amused and confused. "You mean shithead?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"I don't swear unless I'm really angry," I said and he nodded. "So watch your mouth." I told him and he laughed.

"Kiss me again and I will." He said and I nodded. I kissed him one last time, but right before we pulled away, I heard a gasp. "Uh-oh..." he said and I opened my eyes.

"Chelsea," I said and she squealed. "Don't tell the guys, please. They'll kill me and him, and then resurrect him just to kill him again." I said and she nodded. "Promise?" I asked her and she nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I swear, but I want to know everything." She said and set a plate full of like twenty grilled cheese sandwhiches. "The other three might be hungry as hell, they're practicing hard."

"True," Timothy said. "Taylor gets hungry as fuck when h-ow, what was that for?" He asked me as I slapped him upside the head. "Jesus christ woman."

"No swearing." I said and he sighed. "Can I get one please? They're too far away and I can't reach." I said and Chelsea handed me one. "Now, what do you want to know?"

"When?"

"Um it was during like our first practice after school. He came in my room and then asked me to be his girlfriend, besides for that, we kissed a few times and cuddled." I said and she pointed at us.

"I saw you two kissing when we were at the beach, I think I caught it on the Polaroid but I'm not sure." She said and I leaned agaimst Timothy as I broke the crispy sandwhich in half, giving half to my injured boyfriend.

"Thank you," he said and kissed my head. I smiled and nodded as I took a bite of my half. "I'm surprised, these aren't burned." He said and Chelsea gasped.

"I'll have you know, I once used to work as a chef, I know how to cook and can style." She said and I nodded. "Should we go get the other boys?"

"Do it, I don't want to get up." I said and Chelsea grabbed my stomach as she got up. I squealed and curled up into a ball. "My chubby tummy, stop it." I said and turned away from her.

"I'll go get the others, don't eat them all." She said and I laughed. I sat back up and Timothy looked at me.

"Chubby tummy?" He asked and I nodded as I pointed to my stomach. "What chubby tummy? You're so skinny." He said and I fell back as he poked me.

He hovered over me and I poked him. "You my friend, need to stop." I said and he laughed. "I don't like being poked, it's uncomfortable." I said as I laughed. His laugh was just so contagious.

"How about I get a kiss and then I'll stop poking you?" He asked and I nodded. I gave him a quick kiss and then he got off of me. "No more poking.... for now."

"You suck." I told him and sat up straight. Soon our friends ran into the room, all sweaty. "Dude, how hard did you lot practice?" I asked as I held my nose. Taylor was the worst.

"Hard." Taylor said and took a bite of his grilled cheese. "In my defense, drumming requires the use of more than two body parts, it's only natural I'm this sweaty from drumming for an hour." He said and I nodded.

"The guys should be home amy minute now." Chelsea said as she put her phone away. "Jordan, lets see how those vocals are coming out."

"Let's not." I said. "I'm not in the mood to sing right now, maybe later." I told her and she put her hands on her hips. "Promise, I'll sing later, or you can hear us practice tomorrow as a whole group." I said and she nodded.

"I'm holding that to you." She told me and I nodded. "Now, you better scoot a little bit away from Timothy because you're practically on his lap and I think that's the guys' car door I just heard slam." She said and I scooted away.

"Say that to these two love birds, they're the same." Taylor said and pointed to Christian and James who were really close together. "I swear, they're dating too."

"We are not, um, we're just close friends." Christian said. "We hang out a lot when we're not here practicing and such." He told us and I nodded, even though I didn't believe him. They hung out, but there was more to it.

"Seashell! Princess! Boys! I'm home!" I heard Ashton's voice and soon saw him practically waltz in. Did he get laid or is he just happy to see us? Probably the first one.

"What's got you in such a chirpy mood?" I asked him and he just laughed. "Is he drunk? Or is he high? Or maybe he got some earlier. I don't know what but something is wrong." I said and he giggled.

He giggled.

"Uh," Timothy said and I nodded. "Did you just giggle Ashton? Are you okay?" Timothy asked.

"Peachy."

"Michael! What did you do to Ashton and why is he so giggly and happy?" Chelsea yelled and walked away as Ashton laughed. He took a seat beside me and put me on his lap.

"I'm just really happy, that's all." He said and hugged me. "I love you, and Timothy, and Taylor, and Christian, and James, I love you all." He told us and I looked at him confused, but hugged him back.

"What is she doing here with all of her bags?" Chelsea yelled and then I heard the sound of heels against the hardwood floor. I turned my head and saw Ashton's barbie doll.

"Ash, where's my room?" She asked and I looked at Timothy who was jaw dropped. "Or am I staying in yours with you?"

"Don't be silly baby, of course you're going to be sharing a room with me. Just put all your things in my room." Ashton said and placed his chin on my shoulder. She nodded and walked away as the guys came in, carrying suitcases and boxes.

"Hey um, bad time to ask, I think, but can I stay over? I need to get that bass line down and my parents are going to be out partying and drinking. I hate being home when my parents are drunk." Christian asked and Ashton nodded.

"Of course you can, if you all want to stay over. That's fine with us, I swear. Have a big sleepover and practice for your talent show, we don't mind." Ashton said. I placed my hand against his forehead and he wasn't abnormally warm, or cold. So he wasn't sick.

"Hey, I don't mind staying the night. I have clothes here anyways." Timothy said and I laughed. I had a lot of their hoodies in my closet because for some reason, I liked them more than my own.

"I'll call right now." James said and Taylor nodded as they left to step outside. I kept my arms around Ashton ans he hugged me tightly. It felt good to be hugged like this, a father-daughter kind of hug. I haven't had one in ages.

"Chelsea, are you staying for dinner baby?" Michael asked and I looked at the couple. Chelsea nodded and Calum came up to me and took me out of Ashton's arms.

"Do you, little missy, want to help me cook? We can make something simple, but not too simple." He told me and I nodded. "You won't hurt yourself if I allowed you to use the stove, right?"

"Of course not, I know how to use one." I laughed out and he nodded. "When do we start?" I asked him and he chewed on his bottom lip.

"Now. By the time we finish, it'll be dinner time anyways." He told me and I nodded. Luke took a seat beaide Ashton amd Timothy and they soon engaged into a conversation about how Timothy got hurt.

"To the kitchen!" I said and he carried me into the kitchen. "What are we making?" I asked him as he set me down on the counter.

"Spaghetti with meatballs." He answered as he took some ground beef out of the freezer and some tomatoes out of the refrigerator. "It's not that hard, is it?"

"You never made this?" I asked as I hopped off of the counter and took the tomatoes from his hands. He shook his head and I sighed. "You, my friend, suck." I said and I set the tomatoes in a bowl in the sink so I could wash them.

"You can't possibly know more about cooking than I do." He said and I rose an eyebrow as I washed the tomatoes off and then set them on a chopping board. "You're like five years younger than me." He said.

"I probably do." I said and grabbed a knife, which he took from my hand immediately. "If you're scared I'm going to kill you, I would never because you're one of my favorites. If you're scared I'm going to hurt myself, just know, I used to help the administrator cook for all of the kids." I said and he handed me back the knife.

"Actually, let me do the cutting, you can gather the ingredients." He told me as he took the knife back. "Get the noodles, bay leaves, salt, pepper, onions, garlic salt, french bread, and butter. There's more, but that's all we need at the moment." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, but when you cut yourself, don't come crying to me." I said and he just scoffed. As soon as I grabbed the noodles from the pantry, I heard him swear loudly.

"And... you cut yourself." I sighed and turned around. He had his index finger in his mouth and the knife on the cutting board. "What did I tell you Calum? Jesus, wash it up, bandage it, and let me do this. Call Chelsea and tell her to get her butt in here, and Timothy, he can cook too." I said and he laughed.

"Yes ma'am."