"Ella!" I moaned, dropping my bag at her feet. "Look in there. Just look!" I lowered my voice even though the boys were downstairs picking out food or something while we got changed.

She rolled her eyes and went through my bag, "What's wrong with it Maxie? There are spare clothes in case you spill anything on the ones your wearing, spare undies and pajama shorts. What's wrong with that?"

"The shorts are so small they could be classified as underwear, they're that short and you didn't pack a pajama shirt! Not a tank top, vest top, t-shirt, hoodie, nothing!"

"Oh..." Ella blushed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I mean, I meant to bring the bag with pajamas in it but I meant to bring a top too! I just forgot with all the excitement and then I had to get you ready and-and I'm sorry." Her face crumpled.

"Shh. It's okay Els we'll figure something out." I sighed, biting my lip. The door slammed open and I jumped, cutting into my lip with my teeth. I sucked on it, tasting blood.

"What're you figuring out?" Iggy asked over his massive plastic bag of food. Fang followed him with a bag just as big – if not bigger! – slamming the door shut with his foot. He nodded at Ella and she ran over and locked the door after him.

"I forgot to pack Max a pajama top." Ella admitted, hanging her head.

After the boys had dropped the food bags on Iggys bed they sighed.

"Els, I told you to double check everything." Iggy frowned walking over to Ella and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"I know! But you kept texting me and I got kinda distracted and... Stuff." She blushed.

"I have a few shirts I never really wear anymore." Fang announced walking over to the wardrobe and rummaging through it till he found what we was looking for, a plain black t-shirt, with All Time Low written in purple and the guys from the band in front of it. "I used to like them but now Alexs' voice is all weird and they've changed it loads." He stuck out his tongue and scrunched his nose up. I laughed at how funny he looked.

"I still like them." Iggy pouted, "I don't know what your problem is."

"They started off great, but now most of their songs are too mainstream for me and I'm pretty sure that the record companies are playing with his voice." Fang retorted.

"Hey, his voice changed late in life I guess. Or he got better at singing. It's not his fault he doesn't scream like your boy crushes." Iggy frowned at him.

"They are not -!" Fang started only to be interrupted by Ella.

"Stop! This is like the third time you guys have fought over music in front of me. Get over it!" She snapped. The boys murmured their sorries and Fang nodded at me.

"Is that okay?" He asked softly, handing the t-shirt over to me, I nodded smiling at him.

"Thanks. Now everyone turn around." I said, "I'm don't want to go out to the bathroom to change." They all nodded and started messing with the TV and the make-shift bed.

I quickly changed into my "shorts" and Fangs top – which went to around mid thigh so it didn't even matter that I was wearing shorts cos you couldn't see them!

"I'm ready." I flinched at the sight of how much skin was on show. Fang turned around with his mouth open to say something but stopped and looked at my legs. My face tinted pink.

"I have to say that... Um... That top looks better on you then it ever did on me." He swallowed before turning back to his bed and fiddling with one of the bags. Ella and Iggy were talking to each other beside the TV, looking pretty relaxed. Ella was wearing a pink 'Mickey Mouse' camisole (I think that's what it's called? :/ this is where I wish I knew more about clothes...) and yellow Sponge Bob shorts (Which were longer than mine thankfully! They went like five centimeters below her bum so it was okay). "Um Max?" His voice cracked slightly. "Help sort these out? Please?"

"Shit!" Iggy suddenly shouted. Everyone looked at him in surprise (Even Fang). "We left the good DVD's in the theatre room from the movie marathon!" (I had heard about that... It happened like two or three weeks ago and it was a few of the more 'popular' of the jocks who were on whatever team with Fang and Iggy. Oh and the 'theatre room' used to be an office for their father but they had changed it into a room with massive TV and a good few, comfy chairs facing the screen. There was a little confectionary stand in that room too I heard... By the way... Their house is HUGE!)

"Oh... I'm not letting the girls go on their own or be on their own..." Fang announced, frowning.

"I'll just take Ella, we'll be fine." Iggy walked out of the room and dragged Ella with him. "Private knock knock okay?" He whisper-shouted to Fang as he walked out. Fang grinned and shook his head, locking the door after them.

I helped Fang empty the bags on the bed and we sorted them out and poured the drinks out into pint glasses. We worked in silence and I started moving mine and Ellas bags to make the room tidier, when the silence was broken by Fangs phone getting a message. He read it and started frowning.

"I have a question." He stated, not looking up at me.

"Yeah?" I bit my lip.

"Does he talk like this to you?" He put the phone in my face. It wasa text. From Dylan...

It read; Wat du fuq is rong wit yu? Git du fuq away 4m ma gurlfrnd! Yur a lil prick nd no1 lyks yu cz yur a fuqin nw it all! Sheez ma slut nd if yu pt a hnd near ma gurls pussy=MY pussy Ill kik ur ass.

(A/N; by the way; that's my crappy interpretation of 'txt talk'. Sorry. But just in case you intelligent readers didn't understand that, here's the translation. What the f*** is wrong with you? Get the fuck away from my girlfriend! You're a little prick and no one likes you cos you're a fucking know it all! She's my slut and if you put a hand near my girls p-you get the rest...)

"Um. No. Well not really." I scrunched my nose up a little, continuing to bite down on my lip.

"What do you mean not really?" Fang stood up straight and looked at me.

"Only when he's drunk!"

"Oh he gets drunk too!? Great. Let me guess. He hits you as well!" He said jokingly. Then with a quick glance at my face gasped. "He does hit you!"

"No! Maybe.. But I hit back most of the time."

"For Gods sake." Fang muttered.

I'm an awful. Awful. Awful person. I'm sorry I didn't update but now I have writers block so it might be another little while... Thanks so much for the story alerts and author alert and favourite story alert thingys. They made me really happy :D

Peacekies!

~Aisling x