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Chapter Twenty-Five

So, Hunter, Zeke, Heath, and I are in my room. I get a rare day off, which I love since I woke up: MOVIE DAY! Heath, Hunter, and Zeke lay in my bed while I'm sitting on the floor. I should be writing, but I've been doing that a lot lately...well, my Christmas Special one-shots. I'm really digging it.

Did I mention that I got a new muse?

Oh.

I forgot. Sorry.

So like a week or two after Zeke and Heath showed up. Justin is in my bed. Thank you, Hunter. Hunter let him in and Justin sensed something amiss and came to me.

So, Justin is our newest edition. He is a real sweetheart.

I look up when he came back in with a large bowl of popcorn. He sits beside me on the floor with the bowl between us.

"I like popcorn," I reply.

"Me too," Hunter says as he reach down.

Everyone chuckles.

Cena walks in. "What's going on here?"

"Watching a movie," Heath replies.

"Why in here? There is the entertainment room."

"Like it here better," Justin states.

"But the flat-screen is better," Cena argues.

Zeke and Hunter look at each other.

"We're here because the others are jackasses and have been ignoring Izzy," Heath says. "Why do you think she's been writing the other stories slowly?"

I stop chewing.

The silence is deafening. Well, not really seeing how the TV is still on.

"What?" Cena asks.

"Nothing," I reply. "Heath is just upset that you're interrupting our movie time."

Cena looks to everyone.

Heath rolls his eyes. "No, I meant what I said."

Zeke and Hunter cringe. Justin shakes his head. I just watch the movie.

Cena slowly nods and walks out of the room.

"Why did you to that?" I ask Heath.

"Someone has to fight your battles," the ginger replies. "How long does it take you to write your stories?"

"A while."

"How long does it take you to write your one-shots?"

"Not long."

Heath looks at me and smiles. "There ya go."

"I have a feeling...that tonight's going to be a bad night."

"It might be a good night," Justin offered.

"I don't think so," Hunter replies.

Cena goes straight to Mark's room. The larger man lays on his bed, reading a book.

"Hey, love," Mark replies.

Cena doesn't say a thing. He packs up some of his things.

"John?" Mark calls.

The younger man glares at him and leaves for his own room.

"John." Mark goes after him only to be met with the door slamming in his face.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asks, standing in the entrance way of his room.

"John just packed up his things and left my room," Mark explains.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know."

The door opens and John steps out. He pushes by Mark and Jeff. Mark grabs John's elbow. John wrenches himself away and sneers at the older man. He walks away.

"John!" Mark exclaims, but the blond doesn't look back.

"What's wrong with him?" Jeff questions.

Mark watches Cena disappear.

Heath grabs a handful of popcorn. "We might need to make more."

"You guys eat too much," I tell them.

"We're athletes," Justin says.

"No, you're muses," I state.

"We still need nourishment in order to help you," Heath replies.

I sigh.

"You know they're right," Hunter says. "Just go with the flow."

I nod.

"Can I join?" Cena asks as he held two bowls, one of chips and the other of cheese dip.

"Hell yeah!" Zeke replies. "Take a seat."

John smiles and takes a seat next to me.

I stare at him.

"If you're having trouble, you should have talked to me," John says.

"You know how she can be," Hunter states.

"My fight, my battle," I reply.

Justin smiles. "You have us."

I munch on some popcorn. I have a feeling that this might not end well.