One Of The Guys... by Bethany Farner (ereader iphone .txt) 📕

~Daisy's P.O.V~

I moaned. I really didn't want to get up this morning. Well afternoon. I was up all night watching a stupid Harry Potter marathon. From the beginning til the last one. I DON'T EVEN LIKE HARRY POTTER YET I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO WATCH IT?!??!?!? God I am one messed up person. I walked down stairs the sun almost blinding me when I walked into the kitchen. My pajama bottoms were twisted with one pant leg rosed up to my knee. My long sleaved T-shirt became tight on my skin becuase of how much I moved around in my sleep. My hair looked like it was sucked through a vacume. It was just a hot mess. I walked in the kitchen my eyes still closed. I stubbed my tow on the table. "Ow!" I said dully. The pain hurt yes but I was to tired to care. I opened up the frigde. I grabbed the milk carton out. I opened the flaps and dranks straight from it. I gulped down the milk leaving a milk mustache to show it's presence.

I put the empty carton on the counter and ran to the living room. Well not actually ran but...Well you know what I mean more like dragged really. All the guys were in the living room. I sat down in the big recliner chair that was my chair. Anyone who sat in this chair usually ended up going to the emergency room so I'm warning you. Don't. Sit. In. My. Seat. "Well look who's up?" Said my brother Phillip the dumb, jerk, & freak. And yes sadly he is my brother which I am ashamed of very very much. I moaned. They all smiled and chuckled slightly. I really wasn't in the mood.

"I'm so tired!!" I shouted. They laughed. "Well that's what you get for staying up so late!!" Peter said. I rubbed my temples. "Please big brother go make me a sandwhich!" I said to Phillip. He stood up and walked to the kitchen with out hesitastion. They all raised their eye brows at me. "If you haven't noticed it is two in the after noon I think I can have a sandwhich!" I snapped. "Ahhh!!" They all said and nodded. I rolled my eyes. "Bradley give me the remote!!" I demanded. I didn't wait for him to answer and I grabbed the remote. I started flipping through the channels. Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Ooh what's this, Oh never mind, Nothing, Nothing, Ooh Hockey!! My station!! I put my knees up to my chest watching very carefully on the screen. Jerry took his hand and waved it up and down in front of my face. I slapped his hand. "Ow what the hell was that for!!" He screamed. "Shhh!!!!" I said. Watching the screen harder. "Go Go Go!!" Me and Lonnie started screaming. "Go Go you got it Go!!" and the puck went into the net! Yes!! "WooHoo Yes!!!" Me and Lonnie started cheering. I gave him a high five. Me and Lonnie are the only ones that like Hockey.

Phillip finally came back with my turkey sandwhich with cheeto puffs and a can of root beer. WooHoo Double score! I sat back down in my chair and gobbled down my sandwhich. "Mmm Yum!!" I said. After I finished my deliscous sandwhich. I opened my root beer. Oh how I enjoy rootbeer. It is officially amazing. I chugged it down. After that I ran upstairs to take a shower. I pulled out my bulls T-shirt that I got at their game and a pair of black skinny jeans. I made my way to the bathrooom and started a shower. I stripped off my old clothes and stepped into the shower. The steam was starting to wake me up. I sighed at the warmth an comfort it gave me. Now the thing is when you live with seven guys you don't get that fruity smell shampoo or the pink razors and the nice shaving cream that smells like strawberries. Oh No! You get the Men's stuff. From the weird strange scent of the dude's shampoo too the gel shaving cream to the blue razors that suck!! I make do with it though since I will not go and buy the other girly stuff.

Actually the guys stuff is way cheaper anyway. I got out of the shower. To tell you the truth I hate the way towels feel. It gives me goose-bumps. I shivered at the touch of the rough towel. I dried myself off and pulled up my jeans. I let my towel drop to the floor and ragged my hair up with the towel. After I put my bra on I through on my shirt and put the towel in the hamper. My hairs was just a bunch of skinny wet strings. They were curly and looked like snakes. "Look out it's Mudusea!" I chuckled looking into the foggy mirror. I combed my dripping wet hair so that it was straight. I walked out of the bathroom and I was stroke by cold air. I shivered. Damn did they have the air on? I walked to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I really wish I didn't live with seven idiots. If it weren't for my stuck up rich parents I porbably run away. They send us a check like every month for the house. The thing is they just don't know that Phillip has friends living here to. Yeah that was a smart move idiot. I made my way to my closet and looked for my skateboard. "Aha! There it is!" I said to myself. I through it under my arm and ran outside. "I"m going for a ride!!" I said "Be car-!" I cut him off by slamming the door shut.


~Phillip P.O.V~

I wish she just be more careful. The thing about Daisy is that she never thinks she just does it. I mean she's beaten up everyone of us. She's beaten up other guys at school. She killed us in a game of football. I mean I like having a townboy sister but, she can just be a pain sometimes. Plus she's very very very hard to control. I just want her to be careful that's all. We were all in the living room. I sighed in frusteration. "She'll be fine!" Peter said. I nodded. "Beside it's a perfect time to go snooping through her room!" Jerry said. I scowled at him. He smirked and they all ran upstairs to her room. I moaned. They love to annoy her and me. I wish they just watch out for her like I did. The only ones I really trust with them would Be Peter and Lonnie. They watch out for her like I do. But that doesn't stop them from snooping in her room. When I came upstairs. They were all skatered everywhere. Lonnie was going through her closet. Richie was going through boxes under her bed. Bradley was searching in her nightstand drawers. Jerimey laid on her bed reading her diary. Peter was going through her photos and srcap books which she said were OFF LIMITS!! Do they ever listen? No.

Jerry had a better idea. By better Idea more like worst idea. He was going through her underwear drawer. I growled. "Well I was right! She doesn't wear underwear!!" Jerry said. "What?!" We all shouted. He nodded. We ran to her dresser. Nothing but A few tanktops undershirts, Pajama bottoms, bras, and OUR BOXERS!!. "What the hell?!" Bradley said. We pulled out all of our boxers. These were ours. We still wear these. "Dude! Your sister is wearing our boxers!! Why?" Lonnie said looking confused but he was smiling. I shook my head. "How should I know?!" I snapped. This was the worst discovery I could of Imagined. "Hate to burst your bubble big brotha but who's this?" Peter asked giving me a handful of photos. I looked through them. They were all of her and this guy. He hand bleech blound hair dark brown eyes. One word. Landon. My Enemy. I was confused, hurt, and angry. Why was my younger sister hanging out with him? I growled loudly.

Everyone took a step back. "Dude Calm down!" Lonnie said. "His names Landon." Jerimey said dully like always. "I know" I said "You know?" Bradley asked. Lonnie smacked himself. Me and Lonnie were the only ones who knew about Landon and theirs a reason for that. "Look" Jerimey said. He handed me her diary. There was a picture of them together at a pool. She was in his lap and his arms locked around her waist. The bottom of the page said. (Me and Landon) in her hand writting. I growled. "Anything else you guys found?!" I asked happily. Please note my sarcasm. "No but, Daisy also has a boyfriend! Bradley said. Richie samcked the back of his head. "Do you want him to kill us?!?" Richie snapped. "What!!!" I shouted. "He's kiding!" Richie said. "Ergg" I said stroming out of the room. I could hear all of them burst into laughter except for two. Lonnie and Jerimey. I went to my room and slammed the door. I flopped on my bedand burried my face into my pillow. My thoughts kept racing in my head. 'Why are Daisy and Landon hanging out?' There was a knock on the door. I moaned. "Go Away!!" I mumbled in my pillow. He came in anyways.

It was Lonnie. I sat up. Lonnie looked disapointed to. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He said flatly. "You knew?" I said through gritted teeth. Lonnie swallowed hard. He took a deep breath. "Phillip listen he's changed he's as heartbroken as you are." Lonnie said. "Changed? He's Changed really cause I highly doubt that!" I spat. Something inside me snapped. I grabbed my cell phone. I dialed Dasiy's number. "What do you want Phillip?!" She said. I heard music in the backround. "Where the Hell are you?!" I shouted. "Woah easy there I'm just taking a ride thorugh the neighbor hood!" She said. I knew she was lying. "Get your ass over here now!!" I shouted. Before she could reply I hung up. My life was about to get interresting. The kind of interresting I tried to ignore.

~Daisy P.O.V~

So I get a call from Phillip and he's pretty ticked off. He never swears at me unless something inside him snaps. I'm guessing something was wrong. Really wrong in that fact. When I got home I out my skateboard in the hall closet. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed another can of rootbeer. I walked into the living room. They all stared at me. I raised my brow. I rolled my eyes when they kept staring. "What's wrong?!" I asked. "Where were you?!" Asked Phillip. "I already told you I was taking a ride!" I said. "Daisy-D you're lying!" Lonnie said. "What's this about?!" I finally asked getting ticked off. Jerry through me a few pairs of boxers. I raised my brow. "Ok thanks I guess?!" I said. "You know where we found those?!" Peter said. I smacked My face. "You guys were in my room!!" I shouted in protest. They nodded. "What the Hell How many times have I told you guys not to go in there!!" I screamed. "We found something else..." Bradley. Said. Oh Shit this was not going to turn out good. They found something that I've been trying to hind for two years. One word. Landon. I closed my eyes. Landon. Landon is one of my best friends and Phillip's worst enemy.