They catch you singing.

Henry:

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Like a virgin-Madonna

  You scrub your hair softly, singing whatever tune came to your mind. Every time you showered, you sang, letting your mind pick whatever it remembered first. And obviously, it screamed Madonna.
  "Hoo, Like a virgin~" you sing softly. "Touched for the very first time~" you rinse your hair out, continuing on with the lyrics. "Like a virgin-"
  "wHeN yOuR hEaRt bEaTs, nExT tOo mINe" you squeal, dropping your loofa and peeking out of the shower curtain. You see Henry standing in front of the mirror, toothbrush in his mouth, trying to sing along. 
  "Bowers!" You yell
  "What?" He says through the toothpaste.
  "I'm showering here! Turn the water off!" He glances to the toilet with an Evil look on his face. "oH HENRY DON'T YOU DARE!-" too late, he already leaned over, flushed it, and ran. Leaving you screaming like a banshee.

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Belch:

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girl you know it's true-milli vanilli

   Only a minute ago Belch had gotten out of his car, and into the gas station. Leaving you to tune the radio, and pick out songs. You hum as you flip the channels through the radio, listening for anything good, whenever you land on an R&B station, gaining your attention. The song sounded new, fresh. That was a relief, some weren't coming fast enough sometimes.
  After learning a verse, you began to sing along.
  "Girl, you know it's true my love is for you~" you smile, letting the song corrupt you. "Ooh, ooh, ooh I love you~" you pause and look to the driver's side, seeing belch leaning into the car door. "you saw NOTHING" you cross your arms.
  "Yeah, might've not seen, but I heard" he smirks.
  "You're a goof" you roll your eyes.
  "Aw, I'm your goof, Fab"
  "Oh my god,..."
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Victor:

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I wanna dance with somebody- Whitney Houston

  "Ooh- I wanna dance with somebody!~" your voice echoed through your empty home. Filling every crevice and corner with your fit of giggles and song. "With somebody who loves me!~" with using a hairbrush as a small microphone, you had started brushing your hair, whenever the song entered your mind, now singing and dancing while doing so. "Oh, don'tcha wanna dance! Say you wanna dance! Don'tcha wanna dance- EEK!" your small show had been stopped abruptly by a certain lanky blonde. He had spooked you by wrapping his arms around you so suddenly. You jolt around in his arms, and hit his arm. "Vicky! Don't do that!" He dodges the statement.
  "If you wanna dance just ask" he shrugs. You huff and hug him.
  "You dork, I'm not forgiving you"
  "If you're not forgiving me, why are you hugging me?"
  "Don't talk! You interrupted me and Whitney!"

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Patrick:

Jessie's Girl-Rick Springfield

  You hum the tune softly as you scribble math equations, completely unaware of everything around you. You had placed yourself in the kitchen to finish your math homework while Patrick went to take a shower. After a few minutes you grew quite bored. Finally, you let the silly tune take over your mind and soon you're mumbling the lyrics.
   "Yeah 'n' he's holding her in his arms late" your mumbles were profane. "Late at night". Deciding 'screw it's you sing a bit above a whisper. "You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl" you smile at your silly actions and start moving your shoulders along. "I wish that I had Jessie's girl~" you close your small homework folder and finish off. "Where can I find a woman like that~" abruptly you hear clapping,. Looking up you see Patrick, hair still wet, in a fresh set of clothes, clapping with a look of amusement on his face.
  "I know where I can find someone like her" he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
  "Yeah okay" you scoff playfully. He grins and strodes over to you, sliding a hand on your waist he spoke:
  "I'd love to have Jessie's girl, but I am so happy with the girl I'm with now" he plants a kiss to your temple.
  "But still, I bet Jessie's girl is hot"
  "You're hotter"
  "Bitch"

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