Jordan's point of view

We sat around the house, hot and bored as balls. I groaned and stood up as I pulled my shorts up. "Kids! You promised me a show and I am here to collect!" Chelsea chirped as she popped into the living room from behind a wall.

"Can we do it later? It's hot." Taylor said. "Thank god we're not at school, we have PE today and I despise doing that when it's hot." He said and I agreed.

"Please? I'll turn the AC-"

"There's a fucking AC in here? Where is it?!" A high-pitched voice screamed. I flinched and Chelsea glared upstairs. "I'm all sweaty and disgusting!"

"It's called being human!" I yelled and Timothy laughed as he gave me a side hug. "You may be my boyfriend but your armpit hairs are rubbing against me, stop." I said.

"You're extra sassy when you're all hot and sweaty, aren't you Jordan?" Christian asked and I nodded as Timothy looked at his armpit. "Yoir armpits have no hair Timothy, sad."

"Really? You all have some but I'm like a naked mole rat." Timothy whined and I looked. He really didn't have any armpit hair, I guess I have nothing to worry about.

"That's because you're a fucking girl." Vivian hissed as she walked down in a very revealing bikini. "I'm going to the pool, since someone won't tell me where the AC is, so don't bother me." She said, glaring at Chelsea.

"You can't call my boyfriend a girl when you're dating a man with bigger breasts and nicer hair than you. Oh and who looks better without make-up than you do." I yelled as she opened the door. She flipped me off and then closed the door. I ran up to it and then locked it.

"God, never fuck with Jordan with she's all sweaty and dying of heat, note taken." James said and I nodded. "She's going to burn because there's no sunscreen or sunblock out there."

"Let her burn, she needs a real tan anyways." I said and sat back down on the couch. "Now, Chelsea, what is this about an air conditioner you were talking of? Can you turn it on?"

"If you play the song in front of me."

"Done. Deal. Let's go." Taylor said and stood up. I followed him and she laughed at us. We all went to the music room and then suddenly, I felt the room grow a few degrees colder.

"Yes," I practically moaned as I opened my arms. "Good god, thank you so much. I was sweating cats and dogs." I said and Timothy laughed as he grabbed a guitar.

"Oh fuck, the project is due tomorrow." Timothy said as he saw me chew on my lip ring. "Sorry, your lip ring reminded me of how I was going to wear a fake one for the project and then the project came to mind."

"We've got that in the bag, don't worry." I said and Chelsea walked in, closing the door behind her. She spun a chair around and faced us as she pulled her phone out.

"I'm recording this and sending it to the guys to show them how well you are, or how much better you've gotten." She told us and we nodded. I grabbed a microphone and hooked it up to an amp, turning it up so you could hear it.

"Is it loud enough? Or is it too loud?" I asked and the guys began playing a bit as I spoke. "Good god, that's so loud, do they have earplugs so I don't ruin my ears?"

"In the drawer." She said and I ran over to grab some. I took one and put it in one ear. I tossed some to my friends and they all did the same. "Your microphone is perfect, now, start." She said and I saw her begin the recording.

"Okay um," I said and Taylor counted to three. They began playing when he finished and I smiled largely as I sang. They're so good for only having a few days practice. I'm proud of them.

I sang along, smiling as James pulled funny faces at me and Timothy did little dances, which were extremely strange. Taylor couldn't join since he was too focused on his drums, but Christian did pull a few faces and idiotic dance moves.

I jumped up and down, hiding laughter as I saw Chelsea motion that my breasts were practically bouncing everywhere as I did. I could see her laughing, but I couldn't laugh or else I'd mess up.

"Fuck!" Timothy yelled as he messed up a chord but we kept going. We couldn't just stop in the middle of the song. He looked up from his guitar with a guilty expression and I just gave him a smile. It was fine.

I'll give him a few kisses, help him with the chords, and then practice with him later on. Right now, we have to prove how well the practicing worked for us.

We did the back up vocals all together, even Taylor who managed to sing and play the drums. Good lord, props for him, I know how hard it is multi-tasking like that. Chelsea just smiled and I waved, getting all up in the camera.

"It's not a secret that I'm just a reject!" I yelled right into the camera and went crossed eyed. Chelsea laughed and I smiled. I got out of the camera so she could film the band a bit and I soon got back in as soon as she motioned me to.

By the time we finished the song, we were all exhausted. Timothy had messed up yeah, but it was small, barely noticable. Christian would have stopped but I pushed his glasses up for him whenever they fell.

"That was so cool, Michael is going to love this." She said and I thanked her. "I just hope he doesn't get mad that all the guys were shirtless and that you're in a bikini top and some shorts." She said and I shrugged.

"Do you hear extremely high-pitched screaming of profanity?" Taylor asked us as he panted. "I hear it and want to know if it's just me or if it's someone else."

"It's probably barbie." I said as I put the microphone away and ripped the earplug from my ear. I threw it away in a trash bin full of papers and then groaned. "I'm hungry."

"I'll go fix something really quick for you guys." Chelsea said and left. We followed her up and Timothy slipped his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together.

"Should we let her in?" I asked Timothy and he nodded. I sighed and went to the door, unlocking it amd opening it. "I am so sorry, I was playing with my friemds and he fell. I guess he accidentally locked it as he tried getting up. We would have came faster but we were in the music room." I lied partially and she slapped me.

She. Fucking. Slapped. Me.

"You're such a little brat." She hissed as I held my cheek and Timothy pushed me behind him. "Ashton just had to adopt the little emo bitch from the adoption center who clearly doesn't know where she belongs in his life. You were a publicity stunt sweetheart and you can't go around acting as if you're queen. You are nowhere close. Just sit your little ass down and behave yourself."

"Go to hell for heaven's sake." I said and I heard James shout out he knew that song. I cracked a smile and then hissed because it hurt. She must have cut me with that gold ring on her finger. "You're just some spoiled bitch who is mad Ashton is usually with me more than you. Are you mad your boyfriend can't go with you to buy those Michael Kors bags you can afford but don't want to buy with your own money?" I taunted.

"Calm down babe," Timothy told me and I glared at the girl in front of me. "Watch your langauge too, you said swearing is bad."

"Oh, I am extremely pissed so who gives a fuck if I swear? I don't. I'm about to kill someone." I snapped and he held me back.

"Boys, help!" Timothy said and the bitch had the nerve to laugh. Can you even call it a laugh? It sounded like she was dying, like she couldn't breathe and was gasping for air.

"Pathetic, you can't even keep your own girlfriend under control. What kind of a boyfriend are you?" She asked as she walked away. "And that one is holding hands with him, ew, faggot alert."

"That's fucking it." I yelled and ripped Timothy's hands off of me. "You may be twice my age, but I will rip you in half." I growled and jumped on her back, causing her to fall.

She cried out as she hit the floor and I grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Do not insult my best friends or my boyfriend. They're so much better than you and your stupid rich white friends and this fake thing you have with Ashton. We all know you just want his money and to get famous off of him." I hissed. "At least our relationships are built on actual affection, rather than meaningless make-out session and empty 'I love you's."

"Get off of me you little brat." She snarled as I gripped her hair harder. "You and your little faggot friends go play somewhere else. Maybe hell."

"Sorry sweetie, I don't want to go to your house." I said and yanked her hair some more. "Besides, until you end up with something bleeding, I will not let you go."

"Jordan!" I heard Chelsea's voice and I was pulled off of her. Her head smashed againt the floor since I had such a tight grip on her hair and I laughed. "What happened to your cheek? There's a cut."

"Her cheap ass twenty dollar ring is what happened." I hissed and Vivian stood up, holding her forehead in pain. "She slapped me."

"Let me take care of this then. Go play with your friends and if neither of us come back to your room in half a hour, call the guys. Either shes dying or she's dead and we need to leave." She told me and I nodded. "Oh and your chicken nuggets are in a large bowl, you can eat those in your room with some ketchup and mustard."

"Okay, thank you Chels." I said and kissed her cheek. I ran to the kitchen and all my friends were there. "Grab a plate and the ketchup and mustard, were going to my room."

"Okay," Taylor said and grabbed them. I grabbed the bowl and we went up to my room, locking the door behind us. "What happened to your cheek?"

"Ashton's girlfriend slapped me and had some chunky as hell ring on." I said with a roll of my eyes. Timothy grabbed my hand amd took me to my bathroom, closing the door and setting me on the counter.

"Time for me to play doctor." He said and winked. I chuckled and then winced. "This sucks, I love your smile." He said and I gave him a half smile.

"Sorry babe, she ruined it for awhile." I told him and he nodded. He grabbed a small towel and then wet it. He pressed it against my cheek and I hissed. "That hurts."

"I know it does princess, just hang in there okay? I'm going to clean it and then bandage it up." He told me and I nodded. "I'm going to press a little harder now..." He warned and I nodded.

He pressed harder and I winced. "Okay, do you have bandages in here?" I nodded and kicked the drawer right under my foot. He bent down to open it and then grabbed a bandaid out of it.

He opened it and then placed it on my face. "Doctor Timothy, will you kiss it better?" I asked him as I batted my eyelashes.

He laughed and nodded as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He openes the door as soon as he pulled away and helped me down. "There she is, all bandaged and fixed." Taylor said and I laughed despite how much it hurt.

"Give me a hug my little survivor." Christian said and I gave him a hug. "She's a bitch, don't worry about her. Chelsea is taking care of her."

"I'm sorry she was so rude to you lot, she had to reason to be. She doesn't even know you guys. She has only ever met Timothy before." I told them and he shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, now, do you prefer ketchup or mustard on your chicken nugget?" James asked me and I laughed as I pressed my cheek against Christian's chest as he held me.

I have the best friends ever.