Things Are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd

"What a convo," Andy walked through the kitchen with Joe following him. "Very interesting."

“Hi guys!” Tay waved and grinned widely as they walked into the kitchen and shook their head at her.

“They hate her,” I leaned over to Brendon and laughed.

"They do not!"

"They do, I heard them," I nodded my head, she pouted suddenly and ran in the kitchen.

"Andrew Hurley! Joseph Trohman! Do you hate me?"

"Fuck woman!" Joe screamed loudly. "Why the hell are you screaming!"

“Because I want to know!” She yelled back. “Now tell me!”

“Never!” Andy proclaimed before some banging and growling.

"That sounds nasty," Ryan grimaced at a yell made by Joe I think.

"Tell me damn it!" Tatum yelled.

"Never you weird ass woman!" Andy yelled again, there was some banging.

“Do it!”

“Fuck you!” Joe cried out, more screaming.

“Are we sure their fighting?!” I stared at the kitchen door.

"I'm not sure," Ryan whispered as we all sat back on the couch, staring at the kitchen door with scared, frightened eyes.

"You mother fucker!" Tatum yelled and Joe was thrown through the kitchen door, causing us all to jump in shock. "Admit you love me!"

“Just get off my waist!”

Brendon, Ryan, and my eyes went wide.

“There, I’m off,” Tay mumbled. “Now tell me you love me!”

I looked at Brendon and Ryan and shook my head. "Does this sound like one of those pornos you hear from your neighbor late at night or is it just me?"

"It’s not just you," they both mumbled.

“Andy! Get off!” Tay groaned. “I can’t breathe!” Banging. “No, not Joe too!”

"As worried as I may be," Ryan held his hand out. "That's starting to amuse me."

"Me too," I nodded and sat back, listening to our amusing show held from the kitchen.

" Andy! Not so hard!" Tatum screamed and then Andy groaned

I giggled and shook my head while looking at Ryan and Brendon.

“What is really going on?” Brendon asked, scared.

“Good question.”

“Joe!” Tay screamed and then began giggling. “I’m ticklish!”

"Ticklish where?" Ryan started laughing as he leaned back with his feet hanging off the couch.

"I'm afraid to find out!" I yelled laughing.

“Andy, I suggest you do something before I kill you,” Tay growled.

Once again, rustling and bustling began and Tay fell out of the kitchen, looking a mess.

"Should we ask, or just assume?" I asked as I calmly laid my hand on my open palm. "Because I have a lot of assumptions."

"There so dead,” Tay growled. “Dead!”

“So, they raped you then?”

"No," she shook her head with a sneer. "Why did you think that?"

I looked at Brendon and Ryan and they both suddenly started laughing.

“Seriously, why?” Tay whined.

“Oh, nothing,” I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“No, there’s something” Tatum glared at me. “What?”

"Two words," I held two fingers up. "Neighborly fuck."

"What!"

"You asked, that's what we thought."

“No, seriously,” Tay shook her head. “What does that mean?!”

"If I have to explain it, something is wrong with you."

"Why?"

"Its common sense, neighborly- hence Andy is your neighbor and Joe tends to use the guest room frequently. Fuck- hence screwing."

“Wait, so…” Tay closed her eyes in thought. “You think we fucked?”

“Precisely.”

“Oh hell no!”

"Good to know," I nodded my head. "Cause it really sounded like it."

"Sick bitch."

"Pretty much."

“Why in the kitchen anyway?” She shrugged. “If I was gonna fuck any of them, it’d at least be romantic.”