Past The Ending

(2 month's later, it's June now)

HOLY SHIT, why did it have to be so hot in here? I thought. It's so hot in the RV and it's June so it's much more worse. Shilo slept on the couch on the couch outside the door, Karla and I slept in the same room in our undergarment's, like I said, because it was so fucking hot, while DJ and Lisa slept in the room next to us. Then Shilo came in through a crack in our door and sat on my foot, I though to get up and check it there were any danger, I stopped to listen if there was any noise in the other room, there was, I checked my half dead phone, it was 1:27 A.M. I got up, put on my black short's, but didn't bother to put on a shirt, because I think it was just a small animal that manage to get in through one of the open window's and took my AK-47 from the closet, for just incase. I walked out to find 5 boy's with pistol's in their hand's with our supplies, also in their grasp. I pointed my weapon to the one with curly hair, who was about to walk out the door. It was dark, so I couldn't see their face's. I turned on a light, they all looked in my direction and instantly dropped their pistol's, knowing they were no match for my weapon. I redirected my aim to the one with curly hair and threatened, "put my supplies back, or I'll shoot. Oh and the rest of you, slide the pistol's over here." They all did as they were told. I collected the gun's at my feet and slid them into my room careful not to wake anyone up. I then swiftly turned around and closed the still open door, locked it, closed the blind's, but I had to reach over one of them, and my god, it was so damn awkward to walk around in a bra in front of five boy's cute boy's , that I have just noticed. I pulled out a chair from one side of the couches' they were sat down on. I sat on the chair, blocking the exit's, crossed my leg's and spoke, "talk, now", and placed the weapon on my lap waiting for someone to speak, they all went from my face to my chest with an expression that said, shit I got taken hostage by a girl, with open mouth's. Ugh, boy's. I covered my boob's with the weapon and said with disgust, "Hey, keep your eye's ABOVE my chest, ok?" They all seemed to blush, then here come's Kit Kat in her undergarment's holding up the boy's pistol's asking," Hey, Vee, why are th-" before she could finish the guys' looked at her and turned red as tomato's, then she went into the room to put on some cloth's on. She came back out and handed me my black tank top, and I put it on and the guy's looked disappointed. Shy-shy came out of the room and jumped on my lap.

I spoke up again and said putting my gun down, "so, are we going to talk or are we going to wait till' I'm going to shoot your face's, because I would love to", and gave them a devilish smile, "It's your choice." "NO, PLEASE, NO!" the blonde one said. I gave my AK-47 to Karla and told her, "hey, I'm going to get Lizzy, because she could tell by their face's, who they are and keep an eye on them", she nodded. I walked into the room to see Lisa on the bed fully dressed in THIS, I walked up to her poking her face like I always did to wake her up. When she woke up she said sleepily and looked at the time on her phone, "what do you want? It's 2:34 in the morning" In my to her, I dragged her out to where the boy's were. They looked at me then at Liz, "OH! you want me to tell you who they are! Okay", she said joyfully, I looked at Lisa, she looked like she knew them. I asked Liz with no expression showing, "I'm guessing you know them, from the look and the sound of your face..." She nodded happily and explained to Kit Kat and me pointing to each one of them separately, " That's Liam, he's 19, and the most mature of their group. The one sitting next to him is, Louis, he's 21 and the oldest, but the most immature. Niall, the only Irish one, he's 19, and eats' a lot. The curly haired boy, Harry or 'The Flirt', is 18, and the youngest. And lastly, there is the 20 year-old, Zayn, and he's the most stylish one. OH! and their boy-band name is One Direction, the four of them are British, except Niall." WHAT! HOLD THE PHONE AND BACK THIS FUCKING TRUCK BACK UP THE DAMN HILL! DID SHE JUST BOY BAND?!?!? WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY FUCKING DOING HERE?!?! I thought, as billion's of question's got shot to my brain, but instead of blurting out with stupid question's, I tossed a cold soda to the blonde one, Niall, "What", I said as they all looked at me surprised, "I don't want anyone complaining to that they're hungy, since your all supposed to act immature....why? Do you guy's want some?" They nodded, then I tossed the rest of them some Pepsi can's. "Hey, Kit Kat, hand me the weapon and go wake up DJ and ask what he think's", she looked confused at first, then realized what I meant by go ask Donnie what he thought.

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