Imagine your OTP fighting over who they should vote for on a talent show and racing eachother to the phone.
"Shut up, Ryder, Third D3gree's number is coming up!" Marley screamed at Ryder as the end credits of X Factor rolled across the screen. It was showing small little excerpts from the performances and the numbers you needed to call to save your favorite acts.
"Only if you shut up for Jiordan!" He screamed, shoving Marley's shoulder and pressing her into the arm of the couch. He climbed over the top of her and sat on her back to keep her down and to stop her from hitting him.
"Get off of me and let me see the number!" Marley screamed, trying to flail her legs around but they were being held down by Ryder's knees.
"You stop hitting me!"
"Only if you stop hitting me!"
"Never!" Ryder shouted, holding onto her hands on the leather arm of the couch. He leaned down and kissed her cheek lightly. "I love you too much." Marley made a disgusted noise (she was joking about it, though, she did this all of the time). "Fine, whatever, don't love me back."
Third D3gree flashed across the screen suddenly and Marley let out a loud scream of excitement, shoving Ryder off of her. He fell back on the couch, his knees still on Marley's legs, keeping her down.
The group (Kelebek, Jactina and Jordan) were standing in the middle of the stage singing the chorus to Battle Scars by Guy Sebastian together, in their bright clothes. The gloomy background made them stand out, Marley noted. She stared at Jordan for the next couple of seconds (she had loved him from the moment he auditioned). Across the screen flashed the number 1977 8888 – the number to call to save Third D3gree. She quickly got that down in her head and repeated it over and over to herself.
They suddenly disappeared and across the screen appeared the next act, Dami Im and Marley immediately turned away from the screen. Dami was awesome and all, but Third D3gree were better.
"Happy?" Ryder said, leaning forward and pressing her back down into the couch now that she had stopped wanting to get the number.
"Yeah." Marley replied with a smile, muttering the number under her breath so she wouldn't forget it. "Third D3gree are the best, Ryder." She muttered the number again, trying desperately not to forget it.
"Lies! Jiordan is perfect and she is going to win this." Ryder whispered, tightening his grip on her arms. Marley squirmed under him slightly before stopping, knowing that Ryder wasn't going to let her go until Jiordan's number was to flash across the screen.
"Please!" Marley scoffed. "She's so cliché."
"Cliché?" Ryder frowned. He was about to ask Marley a question – about the true meaning of cliché – before Jiordan Tolli flashed across the screen.
Ryder let out a girly scream like Marley had and watched the screen intently. Jiordan appeared in the center on a gold throne, singing the chorus to Royals by Lorde. She looked absolutely gorgeous in that oversized basketball top and leopard print tights and Marley couldn't help but notice the way Ryder looked at the blonde… perhaps he liked Jiordan more than her. The thought of Ryder leaving her for that blonde made her want to cry.
The number flashed across the bottom of the screen and Ryder began to mutter the number under his breath like Marley was still doing.
"I need to vote, get off of me." Marley snapped, wriggling under Ryder. Ryder stared at her back of her head and kissed it lightly before releasing Marley's hands. She begun to get up but before she could, Ryder pushed her back down by her upper back.
"Not so fast." Ryder whispered, crawling off of her slightly. Once he had gotten off of the couch completely, he released her and watched her jump of the couch, ready to run to find the phone.
She darted for the kitchen but Ryder grabbed her around the waist and tugged her backwards. "Ryder, let me vote for Third D3gree!" She screamed, kicking her legs around.
"Let me vote for Jiordan first!" Ryder protested, holding Marley back as she fought against him. Marley immediately felt sick as the thought of Ryder leaving her because he'd found some way to be with Jiordan. No, that wouldn't happen. She lived in another state – there was no way her and Ryder could get together. Marley shrugged off the thought and continued to fight against him.
"No, Third D3gree! Third D3gree!" Marley chanted, shaking her hands around. Ryder spun around in a circle and dropped Marley with her back facing the door before he darted for the kitchen. "Ryder!" Marley shouted, following him into the kitchen.
She saw him in there, typing the number into the home phone, pausing to remember it. "Oh, bring it on." Marley muttered, darting towards him and snatching the phone from his hands.
"Hey!" He shouted, watching her as she cleared the number and quickly typed in the number for Third D3gree. "You're not allowed to do that, you meany!" Ryder leaped forward and tried to snatch the phone from Marley, but she moved backwards and leaned against the wall, placing the phone to her ear.
"Oh no, you don't!" Ryder shouted, grabbing her waist and pulling her into the carpeted hallway. He let go of her and she stumbled to find her feet before she fell over onto her butt. Ryder fell down to his knees and crawled over the top of her, trying to take the phone from her grip.
"No, no, stay away from me!" Marley screamed, swatting Ryder away like a fly. "I need to vote for Third D3gree or Kelebek, Jactina and Jordan will split and we do not want that!" She screamed, slapping his shoulders lightly.
Ryder laughed and leaned down, giving her a kiss on the lips. It was so forceful and passionate that Marley what she was doing and where she was. She let the phone fall in her hands and wrapped her arms around Ryder's neck. She relaxed, no longer wanting to fight Ryder off.
But before she knew it, Ryder had pulled away and was darting for the phone. "Hey!" Marley screamed, hitting Ryder's shoulder. She tried to make him drop the phone but by the time she managed to, he had already stood up and was dialing Jiordan's number. "Oh, my God! I hate you!" Marley screamed, watching him carefully.
"You love me." Ryder whispered, poking his tongue out at her. The call ended a couple of seconds later and he smiled brightly. He beat Marley to the phone for once – that was something to be proud of as far as Ryder was concerned.
He threw the phone down to Marley with a smile. She caught the big brick before it hit her in the face. "Vote for your One Degree, or Third Direction. Whatever." He winked at her before he stepped over her head and walked to their room.
Marley rolled her eyes and watched him leave. "Stupid Ryder. He should know by now that Jiordan's going home, isn't that right, America?" She dialed in the number for Third D3gree and held the phone to her ear. Third D3gree aren't going home tomorrow, no way.
So I wrote the beginning of this last week and surprise surprise, Jiordan and Third D3gree were in the bottom two together, weren't they? Jiordan went home, sadly... but my babies are safe for this week so yay! And Third D3gree sung Thrift Shop, god damn they were perf! Sorry, sorry.. But really, Third D3gree are amazing. Sorry, this little blabber-y thing shouldn't even be here sorry.