David and Tom left at the end of lunch, and after chatting to them in the café, we discovered that they lived in a little village near York, and came down here looking for a job. Though if they did get work at the harbour, they would need somewhere to stay, until they found their own place.

As Joe, Amy, Salem and I headed over to our locker room to exchange the right books for the unneeded, Joe pulled me aside to his locker in the corner, a sly, knowing look on his lean face.

"Joe, what are you doing?" I asked him nervously. He can be really odd sometimes.

"I think you have an "interest" in one of our dear friends, Annette," he started, the devious glint in his eye unmistakable, "don't look so surprised, you know what I'm talking about."

"And what is that of your business, if I do or don't?" I replied, eyeing my brother carefully.

"I don't trust Tom, Netty."

"Ok.... so?"

"So," he continued, "don't go messing around with him, ok? He looks like a player and a cheat!"

"No he doesn't Joe. I don't need your advice on who and who not to get involved with. I also don't need you prying into my personal affairs." Then with that I swept away to my locker, which was next to my friend Holly's.

She greeted me with a "Hey!" then asked, "Where the hell were you at lunch?"

To which I replied, "With some other friends, Holly, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, being the first week back and all."

She didn't look so convinced as we left the busy room and headed to our Law Terminology and Language Study class (I don't even know!). "Hey, listen, I'm sorry," I continued, "but my brother has this really hot friend, like I couldn't not go with them!"

"Really? You'll have to introduce us." she replied, now in complete belief of me.

"No way, I'm not letting you near him Holls, nuh uh," she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, turning into our lecturer's room.

Dr. Kyle, yes doctor Kyle was our extremely boring teacher, with an extremely boring job. He had a PhD in Law Terminology and Language Study. What a great degree to do! He looked freakishly like Jeremy Kyle, so behind his back he was known as Jerry, though never, never to his face. Unless you wanted to write an essay about behaviour and respect to the more knowledgeable and renowned then you, you kept your mouth in line around Jerry.

Holly and I found our usual boring seats at the back of the boring room, getting our boring work out of our bags. The boring lecturer strode in with his boring air hung around his boring presence.

Yeah he was a boring person.

The lesson began, dragged on for a whole hour then ended. Boring.

I met Kat in the lockers. She still had another lesson to go to so I let her head on, before leaving the building and making my way down to the bus stop.

Somehow, when I arrived back to our apartment, Joe was already sitting in his trackies and hoody, scrolling aimlessly through his phone on the sofa.

"Hi," I said. dropping my bag next to the door as I locked it behind me.

No reply.

"I said hi!" I repeated, a bit louder this time.

Silence.

"HELLO!" I shouted, going towards the sofa, "JOSEPH GARRET, EARTH TO JOESEPH. CAN YOU HEAR ME?" I waved my hand in front of his face. "JOE!"

"God Annette are you deaf? I said hi!"

No you didn't.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," I mumbled, wandering to the kitchenette in the corner of our living room, and making myself some toast.

A few minutes later, I heard a sharp rap on the front door, and seeing as my delightful brother made no move to answer it, I put my plate in the sink then hurried to get the door.

When I opened it, David and Tom were revealed to be standing there. "So this is the right place, thank God!" Tom grinned.

"Yeah, Joe's being an unsociable twat and ignoring everything. So good luck getting any conversation out of him at the minute," I replied, leading them into the living room.

Joe's fingers were scurrying over the keys on his phone; he was so engrossed in his chatting he didn't notice me leaning over his shoulder.

He was talking to Beth.

"JOSEPH!" I screamed in his ear, making him leap out of his skin and nearly drop his phone.

"Fuck Annette stop doing that! What do you want!?" It was then he spotted Tom and David standing behind me, and he also realised how much terrible he must have looked, and that he needed to be more polite. His pale face turned an appropriate shade of pink.

"Oh, hi guys," Joe had calmed down now, still standing towering over me. I didn't realise how short David was before. I was tiny, David was taller than me by about half a foot, but Tom could stare Joe straight in the eyes. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be here so soon."

I left them to there boy talk, heading back to the kitchen to clean the dishes from breakfast, and my plate from earlier.

"Annette!" Joe shouted for me. "Make us some food will you?"

Sexist bastard.

"No! Make your own bloody food!" I shouted back, turning around and leaning against the cheap plastic worktop.

"Why not?" Joe grumped, leaning over the back of the sofa. Tom and David looked very amused from their positions either side of Joe. "You're already in the kitchen!"

"Because I can't be bothered and I don't want to!" I replied, very truthfully.

"But pleeeeeeease Netty," He whined.

"Bastard of a brother!" I shouted, returning to the mug that had some very menacing looking muck at the bottom of it. They all laughed, then Joe huffed and dragged himself to the kitchen, looking exaggeratingly lost and pathetic.

David and Tom followed him. I was in no doubt that they didn't trust him to actually bring them anything to eat.

I finished the dishes and set them out to dry. "I'm going to get changed, don't break anything!" I said as I left through the door into the tiny hall, then into my room.

They muttered something along the lines of "Whatever...." Then my door was shut and quick as a flash I was out of my burgundy jumper and dark blue jeans, and into comfy black leggings and a big grey hoody.

As I was about to open the door, I had an idea. quickly whipping my phone out of my pocket, I dialled up Salem's number, (which I had got earlier today) and waited for her to pick up.

"Hi Netty, what's up?" she asked in her gentle voice which I had grown so fond of.

"Joe has invited David and Tom over, and I'm lonely, so do you and Amy want to come round?"

"Yeah! Where is your flat, I have absolutely no idea?" she laughed.

"I'll meet you at the bus stop, where we met this morning." I suggested.

"Yeah great. I'll get Amy."

"Hey, while you're here and all, how about you stay the night?" That would annoy Joe enough, having three giggling girls in his home all night.

"That's a great idea. I'll bring a change of clothes and the like, and get Amy. See you at the bus stop in about thirty minutes the"

"Yeah, see you."

"Bye." I hung up, placing my phone back into my pocket and skipping out of my bedroom, to find the boys no where to be seen.

I heard clicking and then a loud, "AARRGGHH!!!" from Joe's room. I knocked on the door, then opened it when I heard a groan and a "come in".

"I'm heading out, I'll be back in, like, just under an hour or so. Don't blow the build up please." The three boys were playing an Xbox game I recognised as Halo or something.

"Where are you going?" Joe asked me, halting my exit from the pig sty that was his room.

"Out. To the shops." It wasn't a lie; I planned on stopping somewhere to get dinner for everybody.

"Well you have fun, dear." Joe replied sarcastically.

"Dear?" David asked nervously.

"We have a joke of calling each other "dear" or "love"." I informed the two brothers.

"Oh right. Not at all disturbing....." Tom muttered as I shut the door behind me. I left the apartment, jingling my phone, keys and purse in my hoody pocket.

I started to descend the six flights of stairs to the road, humming a tune I couldn't quite identify.

Amy and Salem arrived at the us stop shortly after I did, each with a bag slung over their shoulders.

We all greeted each other as friends who would be spending the majority of the next twenty four hours together would.

"Can we stop at shop on our way back to my place, I need to buy food for the three of us, Joe and the Spencers, because there is literally nothing left in the fridge at home?"

they nodded in agreement, so we entered a small Spar

Upon their approval, I bought a loaf of bread, Nutella, some crisps, chocolate, and six ready-made-heat-it-yourself meals.

We started the ten minute journey home, carrying two heavy bags full of food.

When we reached our building, Amy and Salem gave a groan when they found out they had to climb six flights of stairs.

I fumbled with my keys; trying to unlock the front door with bags in my hand proved to be extremely difficult.

Eventually, though, I did it, and the three of us entered mine and Joe's flat. "The boys appear to still be in my brother's room, and by the sound of things, " a loud exclamation of something or other came from Joe's room, "they are still playing video games."

The sisters laughed, as I dumped the bags on the island in the middle of the kitchenette.

"I'll show you to my room, come on," I gestured for them to follow me, and walked out into the tiny hall. I opened my door to reveal my bedroom, with its one white wall and three soft purple ones.

Amy squealed, "It's so cosy! Loves it." We all laughed, and they set down their bags in the corner of my room. I left and went to the airing cupboard in the hall, and pulled out two sleeping bags, extra pillows and blankets.

Laying them out in my room on the floor, I said, "We can sort out sleeping arrangements later, for now let's just have some food!"

Unexpectedly, Amy pointed to the make shift bed with the bright pink pillow and red sleeping bag. "That's my bed!"

"Ok ok Amy, calm down..." Salem laughed, before following me to the kitchen.

I put the treats in the cupboard, bread in the fridge and three of the meals in the microwave.

I had bought two portions of steak and mash, two portions of sweet and sour chicken and rice and two portions of potatoes, mixed up with cheese and little bits of bacon cut up through it.

They weren't for anyone in particular, we can choose what we want when it's all cooked.

The microwave beeped, so I removed the hot food dishes and replaced them with the cold ones. I started to put the food into bowls or plates when all six of them were cooked.

Amy and Salem had been exploring our tiny flat, everything from the black sofa to the old desk in the corner of the room.

Leaving the sisters in the living room, I walked out to Joe's room, cringing as explosions and bangs emitted from whatever game they were playing, before knocking on the door.

When no reply came I just opened it, and discovered that the trio were much more relaxed than earlier.

Joe lay stretched out on the floor, his hair even more of a mess then usual from all of the excitement. David was right in front of the TV screen, so engrossed in killing somebody. Then Tom, he was sitting on Joe's bed, the controller shaking in his hand. Somehow, during the frenzy, he had managed to end up shirtless. And boy, I was not complaining......

They didn't notice me standing in the doorway, ogling at Tom. His shaggy blonde hair hung around his face. His body was extremely pleasing to look at; it was perfectly toned, his abs looked perfect on his front.....

I tore my eyes away from the stunning specimen on the bed, coughing to get their attention. All three heads turned to me in surreal unison. "Dinner is ready," I said softly, "I made food for David and Tom too, if you want it."

They all nodded and leapt up, Tom scrambling for his t-shirt and pulling it on.

Back in the kitchen, Salem and Amy were sitting at the island, waiting for us. When the boys saw them they all had a very confused expression on their faces.

"I invited them over, guys. I was bored." They shrugged, before we all chose some food and started to eat.

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