Ty sighed as he walked into the team crafted house. It was getting old. The same thing every day. He would wake up, get dressed, skip breakfast, ask if anyone wanted to record. They would make up any excuse they could, and then he would record by himself. He would skip dinner, and lock the bathroom door.
There he would make one cut for every excuse one of his 'friends had made.'
Ty laughed as he looked at his arm. He had ran out of room on his left arm. He moved onto his right.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. But this time he made an extra cut.
Then he started to wipe up the blood that he had spilled all over the sink, but he stopped. He decided to be reckless. He left the blood on the sink.
He walked over to the living room, but heard a voice say his name in the kitchen. It was Adam. "the game with Ty is getting a bit old, don't you guys think?" he was saying. "nah, dood, its fun, trying to make up excuses!" That was Mitch. He grinned. It was all just a game, huh? He tried his best to keep his laugh in, but couldn't. He ran back to his room, and burst out laughing. 'a game' he thought. 'lets see who will be the first to use the bathroom!' this thought just made him laugh even harder.
Suddenly, there was a scream coming from the general direction of the bathroom. He wondered who it was. He made his was to the bathroom, still chuckling to himself.
When he did get to the bathroom, he heard them all arguing over who the blood belonged to. "its not mine!" yelled Ian. "well then whose is it!" yelled Adam back.
Ty couldn't help himself. He began to laugh. Everyone's' heads shot towards him. He kept laughing.
"whats so funny?" asked Jerome, annoyed. Ty just kept on laughing. He just couldn't stop.
A/N hope you enjoyed. HATE IF YOU WANT TO! I DONS CARE! XD next chapter will e up soon. if i ge any reviews, that is.