You took your hair out of what was left of the pigtails and ran a brush through it quickly, then split it into two low pigtails on either side of your neck. You threw on a tank top but didn't bother with a bra since it had one of those built in. You threw on a pair of black underwear covered in twin cherries and your ratty old sweat pants, rolling them down. Sticking on some flip flops you made your way down stairs.

"If this is about the fact that I slept with Kris, give me a break. I am divorced in action and soon to be on paper, and I really don't think Eric will mind. He's not coming back any time soon. And you all have no place to speak on the matter of daliances," you said walking into your kitchen for coffee.

"No. Your sex life is your sex life, except when it interferes with us," Matt said, walking up to the bar area and leaning on it.

"How in the world does my sex life interfere with you?" you said popping your mug into the microwave containing day old coffee.

"Ugh gross," you heard the voice of your nightmares comment from the counter.

"Why the fuck are you here?" you snapped without even bothering to turn around.

"Fuck off. I have as much an idea as you do," Zacky snapped.

"Don't you think your underwear are lying? I think you lost that forever ago, at like what? Thirteen?" Zacky sneered.

You spun around to snap a nasty come back at him but stopped in your tracks when you saw his face. He had a nasty shiner on each eye, grotesquely bruising almost his entire face, well the top half anyway. You burst out laughing, pointing at him the entire time.

"What a freak," you said once you had calmed down.

Zacky just growled nastily at you and quickly turned to join everyone else in the living area.

"That's one of the things we need to talk to you about," Matt said walking with you to join the rest of the gang.

"Yeah, you kinda need to stop destroying Zacky's face. Our manager isn't exactly pleased with it," Matt said slowly.

"Well then tell him to look into paying for a personality transplant for Zacky and he won't have to worry about it," you said sipping your coffee, trying not to grimace at the taste.

"How about you just keep your hormones in check," Zacky spat as he tenderly touched his face.

"How about you learn to keep that sess pool of a mouth shut," you snapped back.

"Children. That's enough," Matt said while the rest of the guys, excluding Zacky, tried not to laugh at his parent role playing.

"So what does this little intervention have to do with my sex life?" you asked as you crossed you legs Indian style on the couch.

"Last night," Matt said.

"What about it?" you asked, grimacing over another sip of coffee.

"You and Zacky," Matt said slowly.

Your eyes shot open quickly, but you regained control quickly and looked up at Matt like he was crazy.

"I got it, no more punching and bruising where it will be seen by your testosterone freak of a manager. No problem," you said.

"That's not just it," Matt said, like he was trying to avoid the subject.

"Then what? What the hell are you skirting around," you barked, not meaning to snap but you were getting ticked off.

"You guys were dancing like an X rated movie last night," Johnny blurted out.

Your face went dead white, you had been hoping that that memory was just an after effect of all the alcohol and not a real memory. And you were doubly hoping that if it had in fact gone down that none of the guys had witnessed it. And obviously your wishes and thoughts were written all over your face.

"Oh yeah. We saw," Jimmy said.

"It was wrong," Syn added.

"It," Johnny started.

"Do you think I'm proud of it? Lay the fuck off," you interrupted rather loudly.

"Then why?" Matt asked you.

"Ask Zacky, he pulled me out there," you snapped, wondering why you were the one getting all the third degree.

All the guys nodded their heads in unison and snapped them around so they were all looking at Zacky.

"What? I was teaching her a lesson," Zacky said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"And that would have been?" Jimmy asked.

"What happens when you go about parading like a whore. You get treated like one," Zacky said nonchalantly.

"Why you little," you screamed as you leaped at him from your spot.

Jimmy was the one that grabbed you this time before you came in contact with Zacky. He hoisted you up and stuck you over his shoulder, bodily carrying you over to the far end of the downstairs area and sat you down in a chair.

"Why'd you do it Kales?" Jimmy asked you quietly.

"I don't know. I guess to show him up at his game," you sighed, hanging your head and hunching your shoulders.

Jimmy sighed and stuck his hand under you chin, lifting your head up so he could look you in the eyes.

"No one can beat Zacky at his game. He is the man whore of all man whores. There's no out doing him, no showing him up," Jimmy said softly.

You cracked a smile. Jimmy always seemed to know how to make you feel better, always had.

"Thanks. I should have known better, I blame the alcohol," you joked slightly.

"It's what I do," Jimmy said, chuckling softly.

"That's cuz you're so rock star," you teased, knocking him in the shoulder with your own.

"Don't you know it. Hard core to the bone. Promise to never do it again?" Jimmy asked seriously.

"Are you crazy? I already need a chemical scrub bath after last night, not to mention burn my clothes. If it happened again I'd have to kill myself," you said, shocked that he would think you would do it again.

"Thank god," Jimmy said, letting out a breath he had been holding.

"Weirdo," you shot at him.

"Crack pot," he shot back.

"Maniac," you said back teasingly.

"Only in the sheets," Jimmy replied.

"Aww, nasty dude. I didn't want to hear that," you said pushing him on the shoulder, which caused him to fall over since he had been squatting on his heels talking to you.

"Hey! Who was the one who greeted us wrapped in nothing but a sheet, hmmm? And had articles of clothing strewn about the house like a bad porn?" Jimmy asked, laughing from the floor.

"It's on," you yelled, leaping from your seat.

You tackled him, with him still on the floor, attacking his sides with your fingers. You started what was to be remembered in that house as the tickle war of the century.

"Help! Help! I'm being attacked! Now I know what it feels like to be Zacky," Jimmy screamed from beneath your relentless tickling fingers.

"Suffer," you yelled as you pinned him down and tickled him, fighting off his defenses.

"Guys a little help here," Jimmy yelled in-between fits of laughter as he rolled all over the floor.

"Get 'em," Johnny yelled as he charged the two of you.

You looked up to see Johnny, Matt and even Syn rushing at you. You clamped down tight onto Jimmy's sides, bound and determined not to lose. Johnny was the first to reach you, and surprisingly he didn't start tickling you, he in fact held Jimmy's thrashing legs down.

"Go, go, get him. I've got his legs. I'm on your side," Johnny yelled.

Nodding you went back to your relentless tickling. Unfortunately Jimmy burst out of your and Johnny's hold and flipped you over so he was pinning you down. As he started tickling you Matt and Syn got there and attacked you as well.

"Help! Johnny! Do something," you screeched in-between fits of laughter, trying to protect your sides.

"I'll get her feet," Syn shouted.

"Nooo," you yelled helplessly, still thrashing.

"Off her beast," you heard Johnny shout.

Looking up you saw Johnny jump on Syn's back and start whacking him on the head with a rolled up magazine from the floor. You burst out laughing, but you figured it worked since you were able to free your feet for a little. You finally wiggled out of the horrid grasp of Jimmy and Matt and leap bodily at your brother, tackling him to the ground.

"You're mine!" you yelled triumphantly, still laughing.

"Hey," Matt shouted as he hit the floor laughing.

"I got his feet," Johnny yelled.

"I'll hold down his legs," Syn shouted, pinning Matts legs down.

"I'll help tickle his sides," Jimmy laughed as he joined you in the tickling.

"What's this? Mutiny? Nooo," Matt shouted, laughing so hard there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Ahhh," he laughed as the tickling picked up in ferocity.

All of a sudden you saw Jimmy go flying off of Matt, being tackled to the ground by a flying Zacky.

"My hero," Matt shouted.

You looked over, making sure not to let up on Matt's sides, and saw Zacky and Jimmy thrashing around the floor trying to pin the other down and tickle them. You burst out laughing at the sight, that was till you heard Johnny shout.

"Reverse mutiny!"

At Johnny's shout he stopped tickling Matt's feet and Syn let go of his legs. Matt kicked you off and the three of them went after you. You quickly tried scampering away on all fours towards the still fighting Zacky and Jimmy. But you didn't quite make it, right as you reached a hand out to grasp Jimmy you were tackled flat by Syn.

"You oaf," you groaned laughing.

"Go, she's defenseless," Syn shouted.

Thats when you felt Matt poking and tickling your sides and even your armpits, while Johnny, you figured it was him, attacked your feet.

"Nooo," you shouted.

"Jimmy," you screeched as you giggled.

Zacky looked up from his position on top of Jimmy and came leaping towards you. You closed your eyes figuring he was aiming at you but then felt a giant weight roll off your back and heard an 'oomph' from beside you. You turned your head and saw Zacky sitting on Syn tickling him and then saw Jimmy join him. You managed a smile at Zacky, who nodded in response, before going back to trying to escape your brother and Johnny.

Notes

It's like bipolar world between them!
It's either civil, or *gasp* nice, or pure unfiltered hatred!

Oh and. . . Yay tickle fights!
Why do they always seem to happen at the strangest of times?