Updated: 19/7/2018

Sal: "Oh God, not you again," you mumbled under your breath as the tall, dark haired man walked into the front door.

Sal looked up at you and rolled his eyes.

"Oh! It's just you (Y/N)!" he said sarcastically.

He smirked at you while he passed by.

You angrily stomped your foot and rushed past him and up to Brian, who was in his kitchen. Brian was having a small get together with a few close friends, and of course that meant having to see the moron who is called Sal Vulcano.

"You get to see him every day, Bri. Was it necessary to invite that idiot?" you complained to your best friend. Brian laughed and wiped his hands clean, then leaned against the counter.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), If you only knew what I knew," he sang in a taunting voice as he patted your cheek and walked out the kitchen. Confused you shook your head and shrugged off your friend's weirdness.

"Oh God, you know I was about to get something to eat but my appetite suddenly vanished," Sal said as he walked into the kitchen. You angrily stared at the male and huffed.

"There is plenty of food outside. You didn't have to come in here," you said and crossed your arms as he stayed silent.

"Well then, any excuse to pick on you," he retorted.

"You are a douche, Salvatore. Why can't you just leave me in peace all you do is ruin my day and make my li-"

Before you had a chance to even finish your ranting you abruptly stopped when you felt Sal place his lips against your own. You were shocked at first, and you even thought of pulling away but you opted not too when he cupped your face in his hands. Once you two pulled away you stared at Sal in awe and slight disbelief.

"You have no clue how long I've wanted to do that," he breathed out.

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Brian (Q): "You are rude, you have no table manners, and you aren't considerate! Honestly, (Y/N), it was as if you were brought up by barbarians!"

As soon as those last words left Brian's mouth, you gasped.

You were currently at an after party the Jokers were throwing. As usual, Brian had caught you doing something 'rude' as he would say and started calling you out.

Ever since you both met about a year ago, all you two did was bicker and try to insult each other. This time, he had gone too far. He basically called your parents animals.

"Wow, Brian, I always thought you were always a bit rude, but I would never stoop so low and insult someone's parents!" you said bitterly as you settled your drink down and walked away.

He didn't even deserve an 'excuse me'. By the time you had reached the side door of the building, walking through it for some fresh air, you were so livid that angry tears started pouring down your face.

You could handle the petty insults because Brian wasn't even that great at them but that last one was out of line. After you had calmed down and made sure your makeup was still intact, you went back inside.

"(Y/N). There you are. Listen, I-uh-I'm really sorry," Brian said as he frowned, he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't help but forgive him so easily.

However, you weren't so quick to voice it. You shook your head and swallowed the dry lump in your throat.

"Brian, I'm so sick of bickering. It's immature and I... I hate it," you mumbled as you looked at your shoes.

"I know. I hate it as well. I never hated you (Y/N). I was just so scared of telling you how I really felt," Brian told you as you slightly moved closer to each other.

"Why?" you whispered.

"Because I never fell so hard for someone so fast before..." He looks deep into your eyes and almost instantly, he is kissing you!

During the kiss, you both hear cheering behind you.

"It's about time you two stopped going at each other's throats," Sal says.

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James (Murr): You had made sure to scream at the top of your lungs when your bottom slammed against the wooden floors of Joe's house.

You were visiting Joe, who had been a longtime friend since you two were in diapers. You were staying for a couple weeks and so far it had been a living nightmare because a certain James Murray wouldn't stop coming over and picking on you, pulling pranks on you, and always making you the butt of every joke.

You hated him. Well, you really didn't, but you hated that he kept picking on you, and mostly because it was clear that he hated you as well.

Joe came rushing into the room with James, even Sal who heard you scream from his house came rushing in.

As soon as James saw you on the floor he busted out laughing, Sal looked around confused and Joe tried to suppress a laugh. James had managed to cover the entrance from the kitchen to the living room with clear sandwich wrapping paper giving the illusion that there was nothing there but as soon as you crash against it you get thrown back.

You stood up angrily and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. When the guys saw you raise your hand with the knife, they stared in shock. You merely stabbed the clear wrap until it was split in two.

"Joey, thank you for your hospitality. I've had such an amazing time hanging with you, but I think I'm going to head home a week earlier than I had planned," you said in a rushed tone as you put the knife back and went over to the guest room.

"Wait, but (Y/N), you can't leave yet," you heard Joe plead when you passed by him.

You threw your suitcase on top of the bed and started pulling clothes into it.

"It was just a joke, don't get your panties in a bundle," you heard James say from behind you.

"Shut up," you angrily said to him.

James sighed. "Please don't go," he said.

You turned around surprised but stared at him suspiciously. "Why? It's not like you care," you hissed.

"Because I do care and I want you to be here," He said as his brown eyes gleamed at you. He leans in and presses a deep, sweet kiss to your lips.

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Joe: You tensed up as soon as Joe was sitting next to you on the plane.

The two of you hadn't spoken to each other in over two weeks. The last you had talked, it didn't end up well at all. In fact, you had cried yourself to sleep but you would never admit that to Joe, especially since he was the cause of it.

He had such a colorful vocabulary, and he didn't hesitate to show you when you had that intense argument those two weeks ago.

Long story short, he ended up calling you ugly and fat. You ended up calling him 'a spineless son of a mother'.

You didn't want to and you didn't mean to call him that, but he had hurt your feelings. You didn't like being hurt especially by someone who you secretly really liked.

You faced away from Joe and kept your focus out the window, you really weren't up for another round of name-calling.

"(Y/N)," Joe managed to whisper in your ear.

You tensed even more as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"Y-yeah?" you questioned, eyeing the Staten Islander next to you.

"I just want to apologize and tell you how sorry I am for calling you those names I called you," he said looking down at his hands, ashamed.

You drew out a shaky breath.

"Why are you suddenly apologizing?" you asked curious as to why he had a sudden change of heart.

Joe turned a slight shade of pink.

"Well I, I don't want you to think I hate you, because I don't. I actually like you," he said turning a darker shade of red.

He leaned over and placed his lips on yours. In that moment, you knew he was telling the truth.