Ken's POV
There's something definitely wrong with the Bash Brothers and I wish I could put my finger on what it is. They've been giving off this weird vibe since dinnertime yesterday, but I'm not sure why. I haven't even seen them talk to each since we all arrived in the dorms yesterday afternoon. I went into their room three times so far to talk to them, and each time there's been one missing. I wish they'd tell me what's going on, but other then the fact that I've earned the nickname 'little bash brother'; they don't really bother with me much.
At dinner last night they wouldn't even sit near each other. But that could've been mostly Emma's fault since she's determined to keep them as far apart as possible. Still there's just tension just dripping off them. I wish I had some idea on what's wrong with them; this may cause a problem for the team somewhere down the line.
I saw Portman this morning for a couple minutes; he was racing down the hall in crinkled clothes, covered in pen. I was about to ask him what was up but he was down the stairs and out the door before I got the chance. So I went back to their room instead, but Fulton didn't seem to be in the mood to talk. He looked awful depressed so I just walked back out again. Then I went to find the one other person in the world that might have an idea about what's happening.
I could hear voices from the other side of the door when I knocked and instantly the room fell silent.
"Who's there?" A female voice queried, with an attitude.
"It's Kenny, I need to talk to you Emily, it's about Fulton." I replied, from the hall.
Quickly the door flung open and Emma was standing on the other side. "What happened? If that bastard Portman hurt him, I'll kill that curly haired jerk."
"Nope, at least I don't think so. Actually that's why I'm here, I wanted to know if you knew why they're being so weird."
The redhead frowned, and shook her head. "Ugh, if that's all you wanted to know, you better go ask them, because I'm staying out of it. I'm not even speaking to Fulton right now."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because he was being an insensitive ass, that needs to learn to keep his hands off people. Or I'll have to kick his ass too. See you later." Emma yelled and slammed the door in my face. Well, that went well.
There's something definitely wrong with the Bash Brothers and I wish I could put my finger on what it is. They've been giving off this weird vibe since dinnertime yesterday, but I'm not sure why. I haven't even seen them talk to each since we all arrived in the dorms yesterday afternoon. I went into their room three times so far to talk to them, and each time there's been one missing. I wish they'd tell me what's going on, but other then the fact that I've earned the nickname 'little bash brother'; they don't really bother with me much.
At dinner last night they wouldn't even sit near each other. But that could've been mostly Emma's fault since she's determined to keep them as far apart as possible. Still there's just tension just dripping off them. I wish I had some idea on what's wrong with them; this may cause a problem for the team somewhere down the line.
I saw Portman this morning for a couple minutes; he was racing down the hall in crinkled clothes, covered in pen. I was about to ask him what was up but he was down the stairs and out the door before I got the chance. So I went back to their room instead, but Fulton didn't seem to be in the mood to talk. He looked awful depressed so I just walked back out again. Then I went to find the one other person in the world that might have an idea about what's happening.
I could hear voices from the other side of the door when I knocked and instantly the room fell silent.
"Who's there?" A female voice queried, with an attitude.
"It's Kenny, I need to talk to you Emily, it's about Fulton." I replied, from the hall.
Quickly the door flung open and Emma was standing on the other side. "What happened? If that bastard Portman hurt him, I'll kill that curly haired jerk."
"Nope, at least I don't think so. Actually that's why I'm here, I wanted to know if you knew why they're being so weird."
The redhead frowned, and shook her head. "Ugh, if that's all you wanted to know, you better go ask them, because I'm staying out of it. I'm not even speaking to Fulton right now."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because he was being an insensitive ass, that needs to learn to keep his hands off people. Or I'll have to kick his ass too. See you later." Emma yelled and slammed the door in my face. Well, that went well.