Randy entered the building with the rest following behind him. It was a crazy night for them. He found them having the biggest confrontation with another gang. Layla went straight to the couch and lied down as she held her head. "God, I'm getting a headache," she mumbled as she massaged her temples. She looked over at Zack before pointing to the fridge. "Pass me a beer bottle," she ordered.

Zack hung his head low and headed towards the fridge. He had the roughest night from all of them. There was a cut on his cheek and he had a couple of bruises on his arms. Every step he took just hurt his body. He opened the fridge before grabbing a bottle.

Maryse yawned and grabbed the front of Ted's shirt. "Let's go into our bedroom," she said, winking at him. Ted chuckled and nodded obediently before following behind her.

Randy pulled out a cigarette and before he lit it he looked back to his room. Kelly could be there and he didn't want to get in bed smelling like smoke. Suddenly he cursed himself for caring what she thinks. "Are you going to light that?" Layla asked as she grabbed the bottle from Zack's hand and popping the lid off. She took a couple of swigs before staring at Randy. He shook his head no before throwing it at her.

Wade and Eve's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Um, I'm going to bed. You staying here tonight?" Wade asked Randy.

Randy sighed and nodded. "Oh, are you sure you want to sleep in your room? I mean Kelly's in there. You can always share my bed," Layla said as she perked up.

Randy shook his head no before turning his back on them and heading into his room.

Layla gasped and looked furious. Wade laughed uncontrollably. "God give it a rest. He clearly isn't interested in you," Wade told her.

"Shut the fuck up faggot," she snapped.


Randy pulled off his shirt before throwing it to the side. He looked down at the bandage that was still covering most of his stomach. His eyes fell on Kelly who had her back turned to him and was sleeping in his bed. Randy sighed. She gave him a good view he just couldn't shake off. He kicked his shoes off before climbing into his bed. Once he settled down, Kelly turned around and immediately her arm sprawled across his chest. He was taken back but when he realized she was sound asleep he didn't want to push her away. He swallowed hard and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to do with Kelly. Surely he couldn't find himself killing her. It was a lot easier saying it then getting it done. She was practically the most beautiful girl he's ever met. She understood him within the first few days and that's what scared him the most. Randy kept replaying the night he first shared with Kelly over and over again in his head. He can't hate her because she was Christian's sister.

"Randy..."

Randy turned his head to find Kelly rubbing her eyes. He realized she started to wake up. "Yeah."

"Are you okay?" She asked him. He felt a sudden emptiness when Kelly removed her arm from his chest.

Randy nodded but realized it was dark for her to see. "Yeah," he whispered.

She sighed. "Is it okay if I cuddle into you? I'm cold," she told him.

Randy felt his heartbeat stop for a second. Cuddle? He wasn't the cuddle kind of person. He was up for sex though. He thought about his options. Something drew him to Kelly and he couldn't say no to her. She was cold and it was his fault for not owning some sweaters. "Yeah." He turned his body to the side as Kelly scooted closer to him. Randy wrapped his arm around Kelly's slim waist and pulled her right into his chest.

Kelly smiled and rested her head against it. It felt nice cuddling with him. "I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier," she whispered. Randy remained silent. How was he supposed to reply to that? "Just don't kill me," she said before moving her head up and kissing his cheek. Randy was shocked. These gestures of hers kept bringing out the soft side of him. He took a deep breath. Kelly was perfect.


Zack moved around the kitchen trying to make breakfast for everyone. This is what he did on a regular basis, but after last night his body felt stiff. Eve later joined him in the kitchen. When she noticed her plate empty still she sighed and grabbed a banana from the middle of the kitchen counter. "Are you okay Zack?" She asked.

Zack dropped the pan he was holding and Eve immediately winced. He groaned in frustration before picking up the pan and placing it on the stove again. "I can't cook..." He trailed off.

"Why the fuck not?" Layla asked as she walked towards the kitchen. She was wearing a hot pink dress that fell to her mid-thigh. In her hands she held a CD, which Zack kept glancing at.

"I'm hurt," he told her.

Layla scoffed and rolled her eyes in annoyance. She always knew Zack was such a pussy and that's why they kept him for house duty. "God, you made me sick," she spat.

Zack lowered his head and Eve felt herself tense. "Why do you have to pick on him all the time? He's trying Lay," she defended him.

"Go back to Alex, Eve."

Eve glared at Layla before getting off her stool and helping Zack in the kitchen. "I'm going to bitch slap your sister one day," Eve whispered under her breath to Zack.

Zack glanced over his shoulder to make sure Layla wasn't listening. When he noticed her head turned away he looked over at Eve. "By all means," he whispered back. They both silently laughed as they prepared breakfast together.