Currently I'm at Kian and Jc's with Lia, Dom, Kia, JJ and Jc watching the foot ball game that's on currently. Dom is rooting for the Giants, but I myself am a Pats fan. We have a lot of snacks, so I've been munching all night with Kian. Lia and Jc are sitting in the love seat talking quietly to each other, Jc still yelling at the TV with Dom at the right times.

Dom is up walking around, yelling at the TV every minute it seems like. Kian JJ and I are sitting on the large couch, my legs propped up in Kians lap as hes sitting at the edge of his seat intently watching the game. I take my phone out and take a snapchat video of the living room, with Dom pacing around and the rest of us sitting on the couches. I post it on my story with the caption "sunday nights"

The commercials come on, and Kian leans back and faces me.

"Hey babeeeeee." He says.

"Whatttt?" I ask back, knowing he wants something.

"Could you pleeeease go get me a root beer from the fridgeeee?"

"Fiiinne. Just for you." I say pecking his lips and getting up walking towards the kitchen.

"Hey Lon could you get me one?" Jc yells from the living room.

"Mhm." I say loud enough for him to hear. I go to the fridge and grab two cans of root beer, shaking them. I laugh quietly to myself and continue shaking them before I get into the living room, handing them to the boys. Jc is the first one to open his, it going all over him and Lia's laps. Kian opens his right after, not paying attention getting it all over the floor and his lap.

JJ and I are laughing hard, and Dom is still focused on the game. "London!" Kian exclaims, walking towards me with his half empty root beer can.

"Yeesss?" I ask, sounding innocent. He stops in front of me, and lifts the can up above my head. "Kian. Don't you dare.." I warn. He smirks, and I feel the cold sticky soda running down my back, and into my face. "KIAN!" I yell and look at him. I run into the kitchen, and grab a new root beer, opening it and going over to him, and splashing it on him, while he runs into his room. I follow him, and he knocks the can out of my hand, and picks me up over his shoulder.

He drops me onto the bed, and leans over me. "Look what you've done, London." He says, taking his shirt off. I bite my lip, and watch him. He places his hands on my hips, "We're all sticky now." He says lifting my shirt over my head.

"Lets shower." I said, pulling him into the bathroom with me. I turn the water on, and lock the bathroom door. Kian strips out of his clothes, and gets into the shower. I take my clothing off too, stepping behind him into the hot shower.