Hey, guys. Sorry if this took so long. I've been drawing most of those days. :3 Here's an update. Hope you enjoy! :) It's a long one.
P.S. There's a lot of cursing in this one, haha.
"What if I was in a porno?"
Carmen looked at Madison. What the hell was that girl spewing about now? A porno? Was she out of her mind? Yeah, sure Carmen thought Madison was pretty, but so was she. That didn't mean she wanted to be in a porno or actually thought about being in one. "What the hell made you even ask? Do you want to be in one?"
"Oh, yeah. You know it." Madison rolled her eyes, her voice clearly showing her sarcasm. "No," she answered pointedly. "I was just asking. I mean, do you know how much money they make? Seriously. For just having sex?" she tilted her head, applying more makeup to the right side of her face. "And it's not like the men aren't hot. I mean, have you seen them?" she glanced at her housemate.
Carmen looked at the girl, confusion all written on her face. "You do remember I'm gay, right?"
Madison's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah," she smiled. "Kind of forgot about that. Not gonna lie."
Ashley, stupidly forgetting to write her sister's phone number down before she left and not even thinking about emailing her, finally got a call from her sister Kyla. It took a while, but she was glad to hear from the girl. She was pretty much the only family Ashley had. Not that her mother wasn't nice or anything. But she certainly wasn't always there for her. Not like Kyla was at least.
"Nothing," Ashley sighed into the receiver. "Just bored,"
"What," Kyla snorted. "Housemates aren't fun enough?"
Ashley smiled. "Opposite, actually," She answered. "They all have different personalities, so that's pretty much enough to keep me entertained."
"Uh, huh," Kyla muttered. "Has there been any heads ripped off yet?"
"Nope," Ashley answered easily. "So far so good. But you know how it is. Right now everyone is just trying to figure each other out. Next week will probably be about that time." Ashley laughed. She knew it was probably the truth.
Confessional...Ashley
Ashley smiled at the camera. "I'm actually kind of surprised everyone is getting along. I pegged the first night as the night to have a fight. The first fight, that is."
"That's really good, Ash. Not fun TV, but good for you, I guess." Ashley laughed at her sister's comment. "So, are there any cute guys there?"
Ashley snorted. "To you, probably. To me?" she paused, only for dramatic effect. "I'm gonna have to say no." She toyed with the cord of the phone before peeking through the glass doors of the phone room. She spotted Chelsea and Spencer.
"You know, you're not very good at giving out information right?"
Ashley caught Spencer's eye through the glass doors, almost forgetting what her sister was saying. She recovered, though. Thankfully. Otherwise she'd never hear the end of it from Kyla. "Oh, yeah. I know." She replied. Most of her attention, though, was centered on a certain blonde.
"Bro, I'm telling you," Aiden smiled at the look Glen had given him. He'd just finished telling the blond about his previous night. Details and everything. To him it was so much fun seeing Glen deflate. As horrible as it was he wasn't about to deny it. "All night, man. All night."
Glen rubbed his temples. "I don't get it," he mumbled.
Confessional…Glen
Glen stared down at the camera, his arm propped on the top of his seat. "Do I find Aiden as competition? Hell yeah," he admitted. "I'm pretty sure you would too if you compare his, what, ten girls to my zero?"
Aiden searched through his drawers in attempt to find a nice pair of shorts. He didn't really want to wear basketball shorts. "You gotta ignore them, bro. Chicks love it when you hardly give them a second glance. Trust me." He was confident, Glen noticed. "They'll eventually be all on you."
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden propped his elbows on his thighs as he leaned in closer to the camera. "Since Glen has gotten here, he's been," he paused, searching for a good word to describe his friend. "Shy, I guess you could say." He smiled. "That's all gonna change tonight, though. Tonight I'm gonna be his wingman." He pointed a finger at the camera. "Ladies, watch out. You won't be able to deny us."
Glen sighed. "You better be right, man. I need some ass," he didn't care how blunt he was, but he was seriously getting cranky. He needed some form of sex.
Damn.
Aiden laughed. "Bro, have you seen how many girls I've brought home?" he asked. "I gotta be doing something right."
Chelsea picked at the hem of her shirt, studying it. She wondered why she even packed it in the first place. It most certainly wasn't one of her favorites. "You know," she thought aloud, "out of all the stuff I packed to come here, I brought the shirts I absolutely hate."
Spencer smiled from her end of the couch. "You're joking," she laughed.
Chelsea shook her head with a sigh. "Unfortunately, I'm not. I have no idea what I was thinking when I packed." She looked over at Spencer. "Honestly, who does that?"
Spencer shook her head with a small smile.
"So, you know what that means," Chelsea grinned mischievously. She watched Spencer's face and frowned. Obviously the blonde didn't know what that meant. "Shopping!"
Spencer jumped from the girl's sudden excitement.
"Shopping?"
Both Spencer and Chelsea cringed at the voice.
"You guys are talking about shopping and you're not even inviting me?" the girl continued.
Confessional…Chelsea
Chelsea shook her head. "Every day. All she does is pop up." She glared at the camera. "Every day," she emphasized.
Spencer tried to hold back a smile when she saw Chelsea roll her eyes. "Madison," she greeted the Latina. Smiling politely, she asked, "Where did you come from?" She wasn't in their room when Spencer was there. As a matter of fact, this was the first time she'd seen her roommate all morning.
"Doesn't matter," Madison dismissed Spencer's question with a hand gesture. "Shopping?"
"Would you like to come, Madison?" Chelsea asked, her voice friendly and inviting. She figured she didn't need any drama with the Latina. She didn't even have to shop with the girl. If they went to the mall they'd split up anyway. She'd just make sure to keep Spencer.
Madison scoffed. "Do you even have to ask?"
"No, stop," Ashley rubbed her eyes. She'd been trying for about five minutes to shut her sister up. Once that girl got on a subject she'd talk forever. "Kyla, shut up. God, I'm not even hungry." Yes, food. That's what her sister had been going on about for five minutes. "It's only one o'clock. I don't always eat at one, Ky." She understood that her sister was concerned, but it wasn't like Ashley didn't ever eat. She ate the night before.
"Fine," Kyla sighed. "You better eat, though. Don't think I forgot that time you passed out from dehydration."
"Okay, Mom," Ashley snorted. "Hop off my ass, 'kay?"
Ashley rolled her eyes at least every second at the sound of Kyla's rambling. Now she really had no idea what the girl was saying. She was just talking.
Hearing a knock, Ashley looked up and found Madison. She held up a finger to the girl, signaling her to hold on for a second.
"Kyla," she tried. Her sister still kept going as if she heard nothing. And maybe caught up with her own voice, she probably didn't. "Kyla, shut the hell up for a second," Ashley rushed out. "Fuck," she covered the mouth piece once she knew her sister wouldn't stop. "What's up?" she asked Madison.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," Madison apologized quickly.
"No," Ashley shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry about it. You're helping me out, honestly." She assured the girl. "What's going on?"
Madison held the door open with her hip. "Me and the girls are about to go shopping and we were wondering if you'd want to come?"
"Yeah, definitely," Ashley smiled. "Hold on a second, though."
Madison nodded, closing the door shortly after before retreating back into the living room with the other girls.
Ashley put the phone back to her ear and heard her sister continue to ramble. "Kyla," she mumbled. Nothing. Not that she expected it; she did kind of say it low. "Kyla, shut the hell up and listen to me!"
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley shook her head. "She never listens to me. I don't know why I talk to her."
"What?" Kyla snapped.
"I have to go," she told her sister, happy the girl finally shut up. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Oh, finally gonna go eat?" Kyla asked. "About damn time. You're getting grouchy on me already."
"Yes, Kyla," Ashley rolled her eyes. "That's exactly why I'm grouchy." She shook her head, getting back to the point. "I gotta go. I'll call you some other time, alright?"
Finally getting out of Aiden's room, he and Glen made their way to the foyer. They noticed it was silent. It was kind of nice, but weird at the same time.
"Where did everyone go?" Glen asked.
Aiden shrugged. "No idea," he wondered why Glen even asked him. He was with the boy the whole time. If Glen didn't know, he sure didn't. "I don't really care." He grabbed a stool from the kitchen counter and sat down. "We need to set some ground rules for tonight."
Glen groaned. "Seriously?" he made his way to the refrigerator, grabbing a water bottle and at Aiden's request, milk as well. "What do you mean ground rules? You sound like my mother."
"I mean, we can't come home unless one: you get at least five numbers, two: you bring a girl home—and don't even think about arguing 'cause that's what gonna happen." Aiden clarified as he grabbed his favorite cereal from the far end of the counter.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer shook her head at the camera. "I knew shopping with Madison was going to be torturous. I warned Chelsea, too."
"Wasn't this supposed to be your shopping time?" Spencer asked Chelsea as they made their way to easily, their fifteenth store. Spencer wondered why she didn't follow Ashley's lead and go out on her own. Madison was very good when it came to her powers of persuasion. She even got Chelsea to follow.
Chelsea sighed. "Tell me about it." She looked around the store in search for the Latina. Coast was clear. "Do you think we should just, I don't know, abandon her and just go for what we actually came for?" Madison wouldn't even notice them gone, honestly.
"Yes," Spencer smiled gratefully as she tugged on Chelsea's shirt. "Let's go already."
One of Ashley's favorite things to do is play guitar. Why would that change just because she isn't home? Sure she didn't have one in the house, but that could be fixed. She smiled as her featherlike touch skimmed through every acoustic guitar. She just loved the feel of them.
"So you play guitar?"
Ashley tore her gaze away from the guitars and smiled at Carmen. "Yep,"
If Ashley ever wanted a new guitar and she wasn't in Denver, this would definitely be the place she'd get hers. Yeah, it was the only one she'd visited so far, but the prices were just unbelievably low.
Carmen nodded, her eyes scanning the store. "I've always wanted to learn how to play," she smiled, focusing back on Ashley. She watched as the brunette tugged a guitar out of its holding place and nestled it on her lap. Carmen didn't know people could just try guitars out like that without permission. Whatever. It didn't really matter.
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen started into the camera. "Actually, technically I have taken lessons," she waved the thought away with her hand. "I don't think that really counts though. I mean, my mom didn't really know how to play, so it was pretty much just goofing around." She smiled. "It looks like fun, though."
Ashley smiled as she tuned the guitar on her lap. "If you want to learn, let me know," she told the girl. "I can teach you. There's nothing like a free lesson." She'd be more than happy to teach Carmen how to play. It gave her an excuse to buy a guitar. Finished with her tuning, Ashley settled her fingers on neck of the guitar, strumming the strings softly.
Carmen watched the girl with her own smile. What Ashley was playing wasn't really anything huge or that big a deal, but just how confident the brunette looked while playing amazed her. "I could never do that," Carmen mumbled as she made her way to Ashley's side, watching the brunette more closely.
Ashley turned her head and met Carmen's gaze. She shrugged with a small tug on the corner of her lips. "All it takes is practice."
Later that night, the housemates decided why not go to the club again. They did it every night so far. Why break something that seemed on its way to becoming a tradition? It was a different club, though. Thankfully. Different girls, different music, different atmosphere.
They'd only been there for a half an hour and already two of the housemates were drunk off their asses; (Madison and Aiden), while the others sipped their drinks slowly in their own groups.
Once Glen entered the club, he made sure to let everyone know that he probably wouldn't be seen the rest of the night. He'd quickly made his way into the crowd and disappeared. He needed to get those numbers; he needed to find some girl to satisfy his needs. And those needs needed to be satisfied that night.
Madison was another one. Once she had her fifth shot, maybe? She'd left the roommates at the bar and wandered off on her own. She'd had other plans, too.
Aiden stayed with the rest of the girls at the bar, just enjoying their company. He was lucky he could actually comprehend what the ladies were talking about, he was so drunk. He wouldn't stop there though. He'd keep the drinks coming.
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden grinned at the camera. "The minute I step in the club, I get wasted," he laughed. "I'm talking, plastered. How else are you supposed to enjoy your night out otherwise?"
Ashley was the first out of the group to leave the bar in search for her own, whatever it was she wanted. She just thought she'd get out there and meet new people. That was part of the point of going to clubs, wasn't it? Drink and meet new people? Well, she had the first part down.
It didn't take long for her to meet someone, either. It seemed like only minutes after Ashley left the bar, she'd already made a lady friend. They'd seemed to be enjoying themselves, that's for sure. Especially with the way the redhead was grinding up against Ashley, holding the brunette's arms in front of her.
Spencer laughed, twirling the olive in her martini. She'd finished her third drink—real drinks—of the night. She'd had a couple of shots before hand. She had no idea what she was laughing at, but, something told her brain she needed to.
"I need another drink," she declared, almost yelling over at Carmen. The music was loud in that club.
Carmen smirked, sipping on her own drink. "What," she raised her hand, flagging down the bartender. She was out of a drink too, so she needed another pick-me-up. "Three drinks—plus shots—wasn't enough for you?"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen shook her head at the camera with a small smile. "I'm pretty sure Spencer's wasted at this point." She laughed.
"Hardly," Spencer muttered as she brought her glass up and tipped the olive in her mouth. She wasn't going to let it go to waste.
Carmen looked up and down the bar. "Where did everyone go?" she slurred. "They all disappeared one by one," she scratched the corner of her lip, an itch that just wouldn't go away.
Spencer shrugged, but surveyed the club anyway. "I saw Madison a couple of minutes ago," she told the brunette as she tried to search for the Latina. She wasn't trying very hard, though, so maybe that's why she wasn't finding the girl. "She's probably near the back corner. I think that's where I saw her last."
Carmen eyed every corner of the club until she found the girl. She smiled as she nudged Spencer's shoulder.
Spencer looked up and followed Carmen's finger. "Yep," she smirked. "Same spot."
"What about Aiden?"
Spencer tore her eyes away, gratefully, from Madison sucking face with some guy she'd just met, to look around the rest of the club. Aiden was easy to spot. Her eyes practically landed on him right off the bat. "Right over there," she pointed.
The boy wasn't alone, either, though. He never was.
"Huh," Carmen pursed her lips with a nod. "Okay, what about Ashley?" she asked. She was genuinely curious about Ashley, though. She was the first one to leave the group after the boys. She wondered what the girl was up to.
Spencer watched the bartender as he poured her another martini. She smiled gratefully. She sipped her brand new martini before searching the club a third time. She didn't mind searching for Ashley, though. She was kind of curious as to where the girl was, actually.
She was almost as easy to find as Aiden was. "Found her," Spencer nodded in Ashley's direction. She found the girl dancing with a blonde in a very, very suggestive way.
"Ah," Carmen sighed blissfully as she watched Ashley practically have sex with the blonde on the dance floor. "Look at her," she smiled. "She makes me so proud."
Confessional…Madison
Madison stared straight at the camera. "I'd been dancing on my own for about ten minutes," the girl recalled. "Until I felt someone slide up behind me. Now, " she pointed at the camera. "My first intention was to elbow him in his, you know," she gestured to her lower body. "But, I refrained. Instead I turned around and took a look at him." She closed her eyes with a content sigh. "God, he was gorgeous. And, seriously, for the first time in my life, I wanted to talk to a guy." She snorted. "I know. Me? Talk? Since when, right?"
Now sitting in a comfortable couch in the corner of the club, Madison was happy and eager to get to know the guy who she met on the dance floor.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jose,"
Madison snorted. "Cuervo?"
"Yeah," the boy replied, not even bothering with getting to know Madison. He leaned in and kissed the Latina roughly, but at the same time soft. Madison could feel the boys tongue begging for entrance, so she complied and opened her mouth, meeting his tongue with hers.
Carmen's face scrunched in disgust as her eyes landed back on Madison. The girl was practically on top of some guy, shoving her tongue into his mouth. What a slut. "That's so gross," she mumbled as she watched the guy massage Madison's thighs, inching his hungry hands higher.
"That's nothing," Spencer shook it off, watching as the boy ripped his lips away from Madison to nip at the nape of her neck. "I've seen her do that, and much more throughout high school." She sipped her drink, savoring it this time. She didn't know if Carmen would let her have another.
Confessional…Spencer
The corner of Spencer's upper lip curled. "Carmen's lucky that's all she's seen."
Carmen looked over at the blonde and frowned. "Poor child," she jokingly soothed Spencer's back, rubbing circles.
Ashley had been dancing with a new girl, a blonde, for the past five minutes and had no intentions of stopping. She couldn't ignore the fact that this was actually the first time she'd let loose while she'd been in Los Angeles. It wasn't that she was drunk. No, she definitely wasn't drunk. She was tipsy, though. And that was enough. She didn't want to lose control.
She smiled as she felt the blonde push her ass further into her before rising up to her normal height and leaning further back into Ashley. The blonde's head in the crook of Ashley's neck, as her hand grasped the back of the brunette's neck.
Ashley slipped her arm around the blonde's midsection and swayed to the music. She bit her lip when the girl ground into her a little further if that was even possible. They'd been pretty close.
She felt a small tug on her neck and not even seconds later, she was kissing the blonde. It was unexpected, but Ashley welcomed it. She felt the girl's tongue on her upper lip, begging for entrance—to which Ashley had no problem granting. She smiled into the kiss as both of their tongues dueled for dominance.
The kiss, though nice, felt somewhat sloppy and rushed as it left them almost breathless when they pulled away—still only centimeters apart.
"Bathroom," the girl muttered, her lips brushing against Ashley's.
She smiled, feeling her head bob in confirmation. Something about the way the blonde slid her hand down her arm to grasp her own hand, left Ashley with a weird sensation. She couldn't explain it. All she knew was that she wanted to follow the girl, and get this show on the road.
As she got pulled along with the girl to the nearest bathroom, Ashley glanced back at the bar and caught Carmen's eye. She laughed, almost wanting to stop and walk over to the bar instead when she saw Carmen's cheesy grin. Instead though, Ashley smirked before losing sight of the girl completely and getting thrust through the bathroom door.
Carmen watched as Ashley walked out of the bathroom, fixing her shirt. She grinned. Oh, man. She was amazed by Ashley. Sure Carmen danced with girls and kissed girls, but never did she actually get pulled into the bathroom for sex.
She didn't really know what she'd do if she were ever put in that position. Sex in a public bathroom was scandalous, sure, but it was also creepily disgusting.
"I love you," Carmen declared once Ashley made her way to the bar.
Ashley grinned as she flagged down the bartender. She wanted water this time. After getting his attention, Ashley focused on Carmen. "Thank you," she bowed. "Thank you."
Spencer looked between the two brunettes'. "Wait," she slurred. "I'm confused. What are you thanking her for?" she asked Ashley.
"She is my God," Carmen laughed, not giving Ashley time to respond. "How did you pull that off?" she asked.
Ashley shrugged, nodding at the bartender in thanks. She took a sip of her water. "I didn't do anything," she admitted. "She came to me."
It was finally time to leave, all housemates happy and just ready to head home and maybe sleep. Who knew what would happen when they got home. Maybe they'd drink some more. Seriously, who knew? Right now, though, all they were doing was trying to find a way to get there.
"You're joking, right?" Aiden groaned. "You seriously want to walk home?" he didn't know how far the house was from the bar, but walk? Gross. He wanted to fall asleep.
"Yeah," Ashley smiled. "Come on!" she tugged on his shirt sleeve. "It's a beautiful night. Plus, it's not like we're that far away." She didn't know how far the house was either, but it didn't take them long to get there by car so she figured it couldn't be that bad.
Aiden shook her off. "You've gotta be crazy," he muttered. "It's four in the morning. I'm tired. I'm drunk. There's no way I'm walking," he searched the street for a cab.
"You guys suck," Ashley frowned. "Come on. Someone come with me."
"I'll go," Chelsea shrugged. She wasn't drunk, and she wasn't tired either. She'd spent most of the night just drinking water and walking around. Occasionally dancing, but only on her own.
"Me too," Spencer agreed with Chelsea.
The Next Day
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera. "So, apparently Ashley had sex in the bathroom of the club yesterday." He frowned. "What the hell? That's bullshit," he said. "I can't do that. It's just weird bringing a girl into the men's bathroom. It's definitely easier for two girls." He shook his head.
Ashley groaned. Today was not looking good for her. She didn't understand it though. She was pretty sure she hardly drank the night before. But she couldn't really remember much, either. She felt the bed shift, smiling as she looked over at Spencer.
"Hey,"
"Hi," Spencer greeted, propping herself up on her elbow. She smiled down at the brunette. "You don't look so good."
Ashley laughed. "Don't feel it either," she sighed, turning her head slightly at Spencer. "What the hell did I do last night?"
Spencer mulled it over. She remembered some tidbits from the night before. "Everything," she smiled.
Ashley waited, but nothing further was said from the blonde. She smirked. "Such as…" She prompted, hoping to get the girl started.
"Well," Spencer shifted, resting her head on her fist. "Do you want the whole story or just the sex part? 'Because I don't know the whole story." She stopped and thought for a moment. "Or much of the sex part. I think Carmen might, though,"
Ashley blinked. "Sex?" she asked. "I had sex and I don't even remember it?" she sighed, leaning over the edge of her bed to grab a discarded pillow. She hugged it tightly to her chest. "What's the point of having it if you can't remember it?"
Spencer shrugged with a smile. "Maybe she just wasn't that memorable."
Ashley pulled the pillow over her face and groaned loudly. Even the pillow couldn't mask it much. Spencer smiled as she tried to pull it away from the girl, struggling, but eventually succeeding.
Madison stood in the foyer, surveying the kitchen. She frowned. Why did the house look so dirty? What the hell? They hadn't really been there that long. "Why is this house so fucking dirty?" she seethed, quietly.
"Because," Carmen skipped past her, a smile on her face. "Everyone leaves their shit around," she grabbed a bowl and milk before plopping herself down on a stool. She reached over and grabbed a box of cereal.
Madison shook her head, following the girl. Her lip curled in disgust when she eyed the dirty bowls overflowing from the sink. "This is so gross," she muttered. "Why don't they fucking clean their shit up? I mean," she sighed, pushing over a plate. "It's not that hard."
Carmen shrugged. "I don't know," she took a spoonful of her Lucky Charms and swallowed shortly after before looking up at the Latina. "I didn't say I knew the reason they did it for. All I'm saying is that they leave their stuff around."
Madison shifted a couple of dishes as she turned the water on. She slammed the knob and quickly shut it off. The water pressure was too low and wouldn't be able to handle all of those dishes at one time. She'd have to do some extra work and take them out one by one, then clean them one by one. She sighed, placing her hands on either side of the sink, her eyes boring into Carmen's. "Do you clean up after yourself?"
Carmen raised an eyebrow, confused. "Yes," it sounded as if it were more of a question.
"You sure about that?"
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen looked at the camera. "I don't understand why she's looking at me like that," she shook her head. "She's acting like I'm the one who's leaving all my stuff lying around. News flash," her hands made a wild gesture, "my mommy taught me how to clean." She rolled her eyes. "I don't like being interrogated."
Ashley was still in bed with the company of her favorite blonde. She'd be okay with staying put for the rest of the day. She didn't think anything exciting would really happen outside or anything. She propped herself up on her elbow, eyeing Spencer cautiously. She didn't believe a word Spencer was saying. How could someone like Spencer, as beautiful as she is, not get picked up at a club? There was no way Ashley believed the blonde hadn't hooked up.
Spencer toyed with the corner of her pillow. She'd stolen it from Ashley when the girl teased her about something earlier. "I'm serious," she blushed. "Carmen and I practically stayed at the bar to ourselves."
Ashley smirked. "I don't believe it," she said, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. "You want to know why?" she asked. Spencer nodded. "I don't see Carmen staying in one spot."
Spencer shrugged, her fingers never stilling. "She did," she assured the girl.
Ashley watched the blonde, thinking the girl was going to say something more, but when she didn't, Ashley just stared longer. Something was off with Spencer now. She could tell. The blonde seemed to get even more fidgety, her eyes never leaving the pillow on her stomach.
"You alright?"
Spencer raised an eyebrow, but never looked up. "Yeah," she replied, her voice void of emotion. "I'm fine. Why?"
Ashley frowned, shaking her head. "Nothing," she muttered. "You're just quiet."
Spencer shrugged. "You have a headache," she explained. "I was trying to be nice."
Ashley smiled. She liked that the girl was thinking about her, but she really didn't need to be. "It's boring when you don't talk." She admitted quietly, but loud enough for Spencer to hear.
Finally, Spencer looked away from the pillow and caught Ashley's gaze. Her eyes searched Ashley's for something. She had no inkling of what; all she knew is that they wanted to find something. She smiled at the girl, needing no words.
The morning was pretty much just starting off, and Madison just didn't seem to have an off button. It took everything in Carmen not to leave for her room, bowl of cereal in hand. No, she stuck it out. She was pretty much on the receiving end of Madison's bashing. She didn't understand why, though. She did absolutely nothing.
She was happy once she saw Aiden walk into the kitchen, though. His hair ruffled due to sleep. Poor guy, she sighed. He didn't know what was coming. She sent a small smile his way before shuffling out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She was leaving the kitchen, but she wasn't about to miss the upcoming conversation.
It wasn't even seconds before she'd heard Madison dish out her first complaint. Of course, explicit words making their way out of her mouth. Aiden didn't take it all sitting, either. He fought back. Carmen prayed for the boy.
"No, Aiden," Madison sighed. "You're in your fucking twenties. How about you do me a favor?" she asked. "How 'bout you learn how to clean your own shit up?" her voice raised slightly, her aggravation getting the best of her.
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen shook her head at the camera. "I swear she's bipolar." She laughed. "I'm serious, too. I wouldn't be surprised if she admitted it one day."
"I clean my shit up, Madison," Aiden snapped, slamming the cupboard shut after he pulled out a bowl. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," he rolled his eyes as he reached in the refrigerator for the milk.
"None of this shit is mine," plates crashed as they lowered in the sink. "Yet look who's here cleaning it up," Madison pointed to herself. "Me."
Aiden shook his head. "Like I give a shit what you do," he replied. When he woke up this morning, he wasn't planning on heading into a headstrong battle with anyone. Especially someone who could complain for hours.
"Bro," Madison sighed. "My mother taught me how to pick up after myself. I don't even know how half of you people see your damn floor," every room she'd been in, the floor had been covered with clothes or other items that shouldn't belong there. "Your room especially is scattered with shit all over the place."
Settling down on his stool, Aiden brought a spoonful of his cereal to his lips. "Madison," he said as he swallowed, "you're making a big deal out of nothing."
Madison eyed the cereal box which Aiden pushed to his far left. She rolled her eyes, gesturing, "This is what I'm talking about," she walked over, picked up the box, and seconds later threw it at the boy.
Stunned, Aiden jumped at the cold sensation of milk as it penetrated through his basketball shorts. He wiped several drops of milk before looked up and glaring at the Latina. Now he was pissed. He walked over to the girl, making sure to invade her space. "What the fuck is your problem," he growled, his chest practically pushing the girl.
"I don't know," Carmen shrugged. "She just has a problem. I mean, seriously, who gets mad over scattered shit? People are different," she said. "You just have to deal with it."
Carmen had really had enough of Madison and Aiden's trash talking, so she made her way to Ashley's room, thinking she'd at least get some quiet time. The problem was, it wasn't really as quiet as she'd liked. They all still heard the commotion going on just down the stairs.
"She's just—"
Spencer was cut off abruptly by the sound of a plate crashing. Oh, Lord, it seemed each girl had thought. What the hell was going on now?
Ashley was the first person out of bed; the other two girls following close behind. Ashley stayed at the top of the stairs, listening from a safe spot up there.
"What are you doing?" Spencer whispered as she stumbled into Ashley's back. Luckily it wasn't hard; otherwise Ashley would be falling down the stairs already.
"Listening,"
"Go downstairs," Carmen pushed the brunette softly. "You'll hear it better."
"Don't fucking touch me," Madison seethed, pushing her chest against Aiden's. It seemed like the boy wasn't even trying to push her. All he had to do was take a step and she'd be thrown back a couple of inches.
"You're lucky I won't beat your ass," he growled. "Stop being such a fucking bitch."
Some reason wanting to push his buttons further, Madison poked the boy's chest. "What's stopping you, tough guy?"
Aiden clenched his fists, his teeth gritting.
"Go ahead," Madison taunted. "Hit me."
Aiden shook his head. He wasn't going to hit her. He wasn't that type of guy. Never in a million years would he hit a woman. No matter how annoying she was. His teeth still gritting, Aiden backed away from the girl in attempt to make an escape. "You're insane," he muttered.
"No," Madison stepped up, following the boy. "Seriously. Go ahead. Hit—"
"Madison," Ashley's soft voice cut through. She'd seen enough from the sidelines. She figured she needed to do something. "Madison, stop." She tugged the girl back. "You're overreacting."
"Overreacting?" Madison scoffed. "You weren't even here. What the hell do you know?" she glared at the girl as Ashley got in front of her. "I'm fucking tired of people leaving their shit around." Madison continued. "You want to stop hearing my voice? Clean your fucking shit up," she yelled, her hand pointing at Aiden.
"Shut the fuck up," Aiden growled.
Madison pushed against Ashley, struggling to get past the girl. She felt the brunette push back, and suddenly, Madison's back was against the wall.
"Calm the hell down," Ashley gritted.
"No," Madison glared at the girl. "He's a fucking bitch that can't even own up to his faults!" she yelled, finally breaking free from Ashley's hold.
"Faults?" Aiden snarled. "Faults? Seriously, talk about faults you phony ass bitch!" he met the girl in the middle, both of them going back to their chest to chest match.
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer looked at the camera. "I doubt they could even see us from the kitchen, but I'm pretty sure if they did, they'd keep going." She shook her head. "And Carmen wanted to give them their privacy," she scoffed. "I mean, I'm all for peace, but this is just funny. It's so stupid." Spencer laughed. "Leave it up to Madison to start something like this."
"What did you call me?" Madison seethed.
Confessional…Aiden
Aiden looked at the camera. "I swear, when we first got here, Madison was cool." He shook his head. "Boy did she have everyone fooled. How the hell can you switch your personality so quickly?"
Aiden glared. "Phony," he breathed, "ass bitch," he emphasized each word.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera. "It's amazing how dirty dishes can piss a person off." She shook her head.
Watching from the corner, Ashley had had enough. She shook her head as she walked over to the pair. She mulled over what she wanted to do before she made her way over to the heated two housemates. She saw that Aiden was the one who, at any minute, could lose control; so he was the one who she'd stop.
She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back. "Go," she whispered softly. "Just get out of here for a little while."
Aiden glared at Madison for a second before bringing his eyes down to Ashley's. His eyes softened at the look of brunette. She was really trying. "This is fucking bullshit," he mumbled.
Ashley nodded, still pushing the boy. "I know," she agreed. "Just go. I'll take care of her," she assured. "Just cool off. Get out of here." She didn't know how many times she had to tell the boy to leave, but he seemed to almost be listening. Thankfully he wasn't as stubborn as Madison.
Aiden ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. "Tell her to clean that shit up," he pointed to the small pile of cheerios and milk on the counter—the pile she caused earlier.
"Done," Ashley nodded. "Just go."
Chelsea and Glen played it smart. Throughout the fallout going on in the lower level of the house, they decided it'd be best if they stayed away. So, to better pass the time, Glen decided they should play a game of Monopoly. It sounded like fun at the time, but once they started playing it was already getting tiresome.
"You think it's over?" Chelsea asked, her thimble making it around the board.
"I don't know," Glen shrugged. He rolled the dice. He grinned when the last spot he landed on was Go. "But in case they come up, I think you should act like you're losing," he said as he collected his payment.
Chelsea frowned. "I am losing,"
"Good," Glen grinned, handing the dice over. "Just like that. Keep it going."
Chelsea stared at the boy for a second. She shook her head. She wasn't even going to go there. That boy didn't understand half the things he said himself.
"What if they needed our help?" she asked, taking her turn.
"They didn't call for us, did they?" he asked. Chelsea shook her head. "Then we didn't hear anything. I'm not about to get caught up in all this drama," he told her. He smiled widely as he landed on one of the high priced properties. "I'd like to buy it, please."
After calming—or at least trying to calm—Madison, Ashley felt like she needed to talk to Aiden about the whole situation. To her it seemed as if the fight was something Madison started. Aiden only retaliated. Which, anyone in his position would do. Between the two housemates, she'd be the first to take Aiden's side over Madison's.
She found the boy sitting on the front steps, smoking a cigarette. "Okay," she sighed. Aiden held out a cigarette for her and she accepted, lighting it. "So, tell me what happened."
Aiden shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. "She overreacted," he puffed out smoke. "Over some stupid shit, too. It's nothing I can't handle," he told the girl. "It just pissed me off, you know?"
She nodded. "You handled yourself really good, though." She patted the boy's knee, squeezing it gently. "I definitely would've hit her."
Aiden laughed. "Yeah, except I'm a guy," he told her. "How would that look?" he shook his head, inhaling some nicotine. "The last thing I want to do is hit a girl, Ash."
Ashley nodded. She understood where Aiden was coming from. She felt bad for the boy. He could take all the beatings from Madison, but he couldn't dish it out. It was against society's 'rules'.
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera. "Aiden's a great guy. Really, he is." She shook her head. "Strong, too. Any other guy in his shoes could've easily lost it in there," she said. "I'm just glad I'm not walking him out and into a cab."
"I'm sorry," she muttered, exhaling smoke. "If it's any consolation; Spencer said Madison has always been a bitch." Her lips curled; her smile lopsided.
"You really didn't hear anything?" After watching the debacle downstairs, only minutes prior, Carmen headed up the stairs to find the other missing housemates. They'd missed all the juicy stuff. Carmen just felt obligated to let them know.
"Nope," Glen shrugged, an apologetic smile forming on his lips.
"Damn," Carmen sighed. "You missed it."
Spencer was the only person who followed Madison back into their room. She saw the anger in the girl as it radiated all around her. She should've had a sign that read, DO NOT BOTHER, hanging above her head. Spencer just wanted the girl to stay in the room and not bother any more housemates.
She shook her head with a sigh as she leaned further into the living room couch. What a day. And it'd only been about two o'clock. God, she could only imagine what the day had in store for them.
"How's cranky doing?"
Spencer smiled at the voice. She looked up to find its owner. Ashley looked a little more relaxed than she had been when she was wrestling with Madison. She looked over at Aiden and saw the guy still obviously mad, but handling it as well as he could. She watched as he walked up the stairs and entered his room without a word.
She looked back up at Ashley. "Still cranky," she replied, patting the empty cushion next to her. She scooted over, giving the brunette more room. "I don't know what's gotten into her today. It's like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something." She shook her head. "She yelled at me this morning." At Ashley's raised eyebrow, Spencer nodded. "Yeah. But, that's just a regular occurrence. I didn't think much of it."
"Wow, she's…" Ashley trailed off, sighing. "I don't even know."
"You have to get used to it, I guess." Spencer shrugged. "Do you know what started everything today?" she asked. She knew it was about dirty dishes, but what was with the chest to chest match between Aiden and Madison? And the spilled cereal?
Ashley shrugged. "He said that all he was trying to do was eat his cereal in peace, like every morning," Spencer nodded. "But then she got crazy."
"Well," Spencer lifted her legs on the couch and hugged her knees to her chest. "You got more out of him than I got out of Madison," she told the girl. "She didn't say anything other than some incoherent mumbling."
Ashley smiled. "Tell me something," she pulled her legs up in the same exact position as the blonde, "who would have thrown the first punch?"
"Madison," Spencer said. "Aiden wouldn't hit a girl no matter how annoying she was,"
"Yeah," Ashley agreed.
Spencer noticed the brunette's tone and leaned in a little closer. "What," she urged.
Ashley shrugged. "I kind of wished she did."
Confessional…Ashley
Ashley looked at the camera. "It might sound horrible, but I kind of want Madison gone." She shrugged. "At this point in time, I don't really care for her as a person. All she brings along with her is drama." Ashley shook her head, bending down to scratch an itch on her knee. "I don't want that to ruin my time here."
"What were we thinking getting a room next to Madison?" Carmen asked as she lay in her bed. She felt like she already needed a nap. It wasn't odd, though. Everyone needed naps every now and then. At least that's what she told herself. "What if she tries to kill me in her sleep?"
Chelsea laughed. "She won't kill you," she assured the brunette. "I promise. I'll make sure of it, actually. If you let me nap now, I'll stay up the whole night for you." She joked. "I'll be your seeing eye dog."
"A guard dog would've done it," Carmen muttered. "And was that supposed to make me feel better? I'd probably believe you if I didn't know you were lying."
"My parents always told me I sucked at that. Maybe I should stop."
"Yeah, give that a try." Carmen laughed.
Confessional…Carmen
Carmen rolled her eyes at the camera. "Okay, so maybe she won't kill me, but I wouldn't put it past her to do something." She shook her head. "Girl is fucking crazy."
"I feel bad for you,"
Spencer lifted her head from the crook of Ashley's neck to look at the brunette. They'd switched positions. Both girls tired of hugging their knees, and instead subtly searching for contact from each other. "Why?" she asked.
Ashley smiled down at the girl. "You have to sleep in the same room as her."
Spencer shook her head quickly. "No," she said firmly, "there's no way that's happening. I'm comfortable here, anyway." She rested back in between Ashley's neck and shoulder.
"I guess," Ashley muttered. "I have a nice bed, though. I don't want to give that up."
"You wouldn't leave me here, though," Spencer mumbled.
"How about we take the bed, then?" Ashley suggested.
Spencer shook her head. But then again… "Well, maybe later," she told the brunette. "Right now, though, can we just nap here?"
"Naps," Ashley scoffed. "You take naps?"
"Yeah," Spencer pinched the brunette's side lightly. "So does every other human being on this planet. I've seen you do it, too. So don't lie."
Confessional…Spencer
Spencer stared at the camera. "See, if the rest of the day would be like this? I'd be fine." She shrugged. "I don't need to be doing anything. But something tells me I wouldn't lay there by myself." Spencer smiled. "I don't know what it is about Ashley, but," she sighed, her thoughts racing. "I don't know." She fidgeted with her fingers. "Something's there."
