Merome; The argument.
They had called yet another meeting again. Mitch, or TheBajanCanadian, Benja Canada, Bogdon and all the other names he had been called stalked down the corridor to the conference room in which the meeting would be held. As per usual, he wondered what it would be about this time. The next big fan event, or just a statistics meeting? Sighing, he turned the corner and wandered down into the conference room. Only Adam and Quentin were there so far, and they were quietly discussing something on their own. Mitch sat on one of the settees and waited until everyone else came down for the meeting. After a while, only Jerome wasn't there.
"Where is he this time?" Adam sighed.
"Probably asleep. I'll go get him..." Mitch muttered standing up and striding out of the room.
On reaching Jerome's bedroom, Mitch knocked on the door, calling,
"Wake up you stupid Bacca! There's a meeting on, remember?"
After a while, the door opened and the tall and handsome man named Jerome strode out of the room.
"Let's go Biggums!" He laughed.
"Why are you laughing? You're late!" Mitch shouted, but he couldn't help laughing anyway. "Yeah, Lezz Go!"
When they reached the conference room yet again, they had the meeting. Like Mitch had guessed, it was a stats meeting and, like Mitch had also guessed, it was boring.
When the meeting had finished, Mitch was put forward the file the monthly report, and he left the room to go and type it up. Adam had sent the info to Mitch's phone, but when he dug in his pocket, it was gone...
He raced back to the now empty conference room and searched for ages, but he still couldn't find it. Finally, after 20 minutes or so, he gave up and headed out the door to tell Adam he couldn't do his job. Maybe Ian would volunteer for him. Maybe Jerome would. He just didn't want to let TC down.
Suddenly, from the now left behind conference room, came a voice. Jerome's voice.
"Looking for this?" He called, holding up Mitch's phone.
"Jerome! That's mine! That's personal! You don't know what's on there!" Mitch growled, leaping towards his phone, trying to snatch it away; however, Jerome was too tall for Mitch.
"Well, I know what's on there now!" Jerome laughed.
"Give it back! That's mine and it's personal!"
"Not anymore!"
Mitch, using his karate moves that he learnt as a kid, swung his leg around into Jerome's stomach, causing Jerome to fall to the floor. Mitch grabbed his phone, but he wasn't done yet. He brought his fist across Jerome's face, leaving Jerome shocked and hurt. Then he started repeatedly kicking and punching Jerome, loving every single second of it.
Finally, Ian rushed down the corridor, pinning Mitch's hands behind his back. Meanwhile, Jason pulled Jerome to his feet, carrying him to a chair and sitting him down, patching him up to the best of his abilities.
"What happened?" Ian asked.
"None of your business." Mitch grumbled.
"I nicked his phone."
"What?" Jason stuttered.
"Yeah, I stole his phone." Jerome repeated.
"How'd you guess my password?" Mitch shouted at Jerome.
"Easy! We've known each other for ages! It is obviously gonna be the name of your brothers!" Jerome giggled, being his usual joking self.
"Whatever." Mitch muttered, concealing a smile.
Ian, seeing this smile, picked up Mitch easily with his extreme height and threw him down next to Jerome.
"Let's leave them alone, Jason." Ian commanded.
"Yes sir!" Jason giggled, and skipped down the corridor wit Ian trailing behind them.
"Sorry, Biggums..." Jerome sighed.
"No problem, G!" Mitch giggled; curing up and falling asleep.