Lauren and Brittany are 15, the guys are all 17.

"Please Nick" I whined.

"No. No. No. No!" Nick said as I pleaded following him.

"Why not!?" I asked crossing my arms.

"You're a youngin'." Nick said patting my head.

"Bullshit. You're only two years older than me." I stomped my foot.

"Listen to yourself, stop whining."

"If I stop whining can I hang out with you guys?" I asked smiling.

"God you're such a stubborn little fucker, fine." Nick shut the door behind him.

I skipped humming down the hall.

-FEELS LIKE THE CROWD IS SAYING GIMME (GIMME) MORE-

I cursed under my breath for letting Brittany change that to my ringer.

"What do you want shithead?" I said trying to sound mean.

"My god, what's up your ass? Did Draco Malfoy go to hard on you last night?" She said laughing.

"I'm just kidding dude. I'm waiting for the rejects to come over." I smiled checking my email.

"Fuck, don't tell me about it or anything." She said angrily.

I put her on speaker phone and set the phone on the desk.

"Sorry, drive over here if you want." I laughed.

"I was planning on coming over later anyways."

Brittany was my best friend. She had a key to the house and didn't bother to let herself in the house…or my room at that, whenever she wanted to. Not like I minded and of course she had a thing for Nick, but I was sworn to secrecy.

"God, I fucking hate my computer." I said slamming the mouse in hopes of it making the computer go faster, my plan failed.

"Hey, take it easy." Brittany laughed.

I heard the door open and loud noises coming from the living room.

"Alright, the bastards are here, I'd better go. See you later." I hung up.

I chose not to say goodbye when I talked on the telephone, I don't really know why.

"Hey guys." I said walking out crossing my arms.

"Hey kiddo." Mike said walking up to me and punching my arm lightly.

"Must you call me kiddo, jackass?" I said scowling.

"Ohh, the kiddo has a new vocabulary I see." Chris said laughing.



"God, you guys suck." I said brushing a hand through my hair.

"SUCK WHAT?!" I head said popping out of the refrigerator with a mouth full of food.

That was Tyson, probably the meanest, most unethical, and sweetest person you could ever meet.

"Your mom." Nick said laughing.

"Don't you talk about my momma." Tyson said swallowing his food.

"I'm bored." Mike said spreading his legs out on the couch.

"Let's fuckin' do something." Tyson said jumping over the counter.

I laughed and shook my head.

"Hey spider monkey" Tyson smiled waving,

"Hi Tyson" I smiled back.

Wondering what the story behind that is? Here it comes…

I was 12 years old and Tyson was 14. I decided to try that whole swing so high and try to flip over the railing at the park one day, all the other guys decided it would be a fun idea to write their names on the side of the park building with…well, you can guess. Tyson was stuck with me, apparently I needed a babysitter.

Well, I started swinging and getting pretty high, Tyson was sitting cross-legged on the ground throwing random woodchips in various directions.

I felt the my stomach fall every time I got higher, by now I was starting to get scared, maybe this was a bad idea.

"Tyson…" I mumbled.

He hadn't heard me.

Finally, I felt weightlessness, until I grabbed onto the tall tree that had been so close in front of me when I was swinging, I was shaking.

"TYSON!" I said scared-shitless.

"What?!" He said angrily.

He looked at the swing, then looked around the park, finally the dumbass looked up.

"How the crap did you get up there Lauren!?" He said flipping out.

"Just get me down!" I said grasping on the tree.

"Jump, I'll catch you." He said holding out his arms.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?" I screamed.

I said it…my first swear word at the top of my lungs.

"Shhhhhh Nick will hear you and then he'll put my ass on a platter." Tyson shushed.

"Tyson, just please help me." I whimpered.

"Jump Lauren, I promise I will catch you." He said holding out his arms again.



I closed my eyes.

"You promise?" I said scared.

"I promise."

I jumped, that was the first time my life rested in Tyson's arms and I knew it wouldn't be the last.

"yooohooo." Mike snapped his fingers in my face, I slapped them away.

"So are we going to do something or what?" I said snapping myself out of the memory.

"I'm up for strip poker!" Chris smiled raising his hand.

Tyson slapped his head, I snickered.

"Practice?" Nick asked.

"Works for me!" Tyson said running over to his bass case.

"Awww…c'mon. At least do something I can participate in." I said looking at the four guys.

"We are. You sit. You watch. You critique, even if it means pretty much nothing." Tyson said throwing me over his shoulder and setting me on the couch.

"Ass." I cussed.

"Now, now. Names like that won't get you a piggy back ride when we go to the gas station." Tyson waved his finger in my face.

"Oh c'mon that's not fair."

"Life's not fair!" Tyson smiled throwing the strap over his shoulder.

"Well, should we start with Swing Swing?" Chris said twirling his drumsticks.

After a while of trying to look angry, I started tapping my foot.

It wasn't my fault their music was infectious.