((y/f/c = your favorite color))

"Oh my god." You said as you entered the house to see Mark, Ryan, and Matt rolling around. "Did you guys get fucking Heelys?"

"Yep!" Ryan grinned before falling on the floor. "Ow."

"It's like I live with a bunch of 7 year old boys."

"Heely bros!" Matt then crashed into a table, scattering the papers on it.

"At least take it outside." You sighed, pointing to the front of the house. As they all tried to move at once, they stumbled some more. "Walking."

"Yes mom." Mark teased you, kissing your forehead on his way out.

Setting your stuff down in your bedroom, you saw a box on your side of the bed. "They didn't." You muttered to yourself, opening it to reveal a pair of (y/f/c) Heelys. After a moment of contemplation, you threw your current shoes off and stuffed your feet into the Heelys.

Taking your own advice, you walked outside to join the boys. Mark had his phone out and was filming Matt and Ryan's many falls. Rolling down the driveway, you managed to catch yourself by grabbing his torso.

"Hey Y/N! You found your pair!" He turned the camera on you, your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

"And I immediately regret it. I have zero balance skills."

Mark chuckled, taking your hand in his. "Let's go on a wonderful misadventure!"

"Y/N and the Heely Bros!" Ryan cheered from behind you two as Mark started pulling you forward with one hand and recording with the other.

"Oh jeez that sounds like a really awful band." You chuckled, momentarily losing the roll you had, and tightened your grip on Mark's hand.

"I got you." He said reassuringly.

You gratefully smiled at him. Slowly, you got the hang of it and could skate around freely without help. "Woo hoo!" You yelled excitedly, speeding down the empty street. "Race me, Mark!"

"Yeah Mark!" Matt agreed, taking the phone from him to record you two.

Ryan stood down the street, closer to your own house. "First one to hit my hand wins!"

"Three! Two! One!" The other boy counted down. "Go!"

Quickly, you began gaining speed, keeping one worried eye on Mark just next to you and the other on Ryan's hand up ahead. To your horror, your boyfriend started gaining on you, and hit Ryan in the head just a second before you slapped his hand.

"Y/N wins!" Ryan announced, holding his forehead.

"What? I finished first!" Mark yelled in outrage.

"I said first one to slap my hand wins, not my head."

You rolled over to Mark, who had crossed his arms childishly. Pinching his cheeks, you teased him. "Don't be a baby."

He suddenly grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, to which you shrieked. "Put me down!"

"Oh sure!" Mark said, running through the grass towards the backyard. "In the pool!"

"No no no no no!" You screeched. Ryan and Matt were following you two, still filming.

Apparently your screams had drawn out your grouchy neighbor. He opened his window, glaring at the four of you. "Can you kids be quiet? I don't need to be hearing a gosh dang banshee while I'm trying to sleep."

"Yes sir." You all whispered in sync.

He then closed his window. "It's 6:45 in the evening." Ryan stated, still hushed. "Why is he sleeping?"

"I have no fucking clue." You replied just as quiet.

"That means no screaming when you go in the pool!" Mark said gleefully and continuing his trek to the backyard.

"Nooooooo!" You whisper-yelled, struggling to get out of his grasp. "I have my phone in my pocket."

He swiftly took it out of your back pocket, it was already sticking halfway out, then handed it to Ryan. "Not a problem."

"God dammit!" You cursed, kicking your legs. "Let me go!"

"Nope." He said, coming to the edge of the pool.

"Then I'm not letting you go." You informed him smugly, twisting so you could just latch your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. "You wanna get me wet? You'll have to go in with me!"

"Okay!" He shrugged, handing his glasses off to Ryan as well and plugging his nose. "Here we go!"

Your screams of refusal were cut short by Mark jumping off the edge, causing you to hold your breath as the cold water engulfed both of you. To your surprise, you found Mark's lips on your own. You still had your arms and legs around him and your lips on his as you two surfaced.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" You muttered.

"An asshole that you love." He pecked you on the nose.

"I'd love you more if we got out and made hot cocoa." Your teeth chattered as the cold set in.

"Sounds like a plan."