~Let's just say, the rest of the Achievement Hunters had to stay in that bedroom for around half an hour, and the next morning, Gavin woke up with sore thighs ;))))))))~

Gavin's POV

I was woken by the sound of Michael mewling in his sleep. I sat up and looked down at him, smiling. I then glanced at the clock and my smile faded. 3:07 am. God, Michael, I'm gonna murder you, I joked in my head. He started to get louder, wriggling and furrowing his eyebrows, clearly distressed. I frowned in sympathy and cuddled up to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I pressed our chests together and took one hand away to stroke his ears gently. He stopped moving and started to purr, snuggling closer and nuzzling my neck. I sighed in contempt and let my eyes slide shut, resting my chin on top of his head, between his ears. The last thing I felt before I drifted off to sleep was Michael's tail curling around my right ankle.

*~Time skip brought to you by Team Nice Dynamite~*

"Gav. Gavin, wakey wakey,"

I stickily opened my eyes, groaned, and shut them again. Just as I was unintentionally falling asleep again, I felt a tickling sensation on my nose. I opened my eyes again to see Michael dangling his tail over my face. He was lying on my stomach, resting his chin on my chest. He smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," He said innocently.

"Don't act so innocent," I scolded, slapping his face playfully.

"So it seems like you're more of a cat person, after all," Michael smirked and winked at me.

"Shut up," I grumbled, but I couldn't help smiling.

"You have no idea what despicable things went through my head when I first saw you," I warned.

"How about you show me?" He whispered seductively.

"Well, kitty cat, let's save that for later," I rolled him off me and sat up. He groaned.

"Gavin!"

I smiled.

"What?" I said with mock innocence.

"I woke up with this, and I was counting on you to help!" Michael pointed to the bulge in his boxers.

"Welp, I need a shower, sorry Micoo!" I grinned and dashed into the en suite, leaving Michael in a disgruntled ball on the bed, with an uncomfortable erection and only his own hands to sort it out with.

"Just so you know, I will absolutely get my own back on you at home!" He warned.

I pretended to ignore him and started to sing as I turned the shower on.

"Her name is Noelle,
I have dream about her,
She rings my bell,
Got gym class in half an hour,
Oh how she rocks,
In Keds and tube socks,
But she doesn't know who I am,
And she doesn't give damn about me,

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby,
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby,
Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe,
With me,
Woah...

Her boyfriend's a dick,
He brings a gun to school,
And he would just kick,
My ass if he knew the truth,
He lives on my block,
He drives an IROC
But he doesn't know who I am,
And he doesn't give a damn about me,

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby,
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby,
Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe,
With me,
Woah...

Ooh yeah,
Dirtba-ag,
No, she doesn't know what she's missing,

Ooh yeah,
Dirtba-ag,
No, she doesn't know what she's missing,

Man, I feel like mold,
It's prom night and I am lonely,
Lo and behold,
She's walking over to me,
This must be fake,
My lip starts to shake,
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about..?

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby,
Come with me Friday, don't say 'maybe'
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you,
Woah...

Ooh yeah,
Dirtba-ag,
No, she doesn't know what she's missing,

Ooh yeah,
Dirtba-ag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing,"

By the time I had finished the song, I was done in the shower, so I turned it off and stepped out, wrapping a towel round my waist. I could hear excited giggling behind the door. I opened it in confusion to reveal everyone standing behind it, muttering. Ray must have been leaning on it, because he fell forwards into me, brushing my rather sensitive nipples in the process. Michael laughed knowingly as my breath hitched and I frowned at him jokingly.

"What were you all doing outside, you pervs?" I laughed, blushing and helping Ray back up. He was the one who answered me as he adjusted his shirt.

"Me and Michael heard you singing and we called the others to listen. You sing really well! Just like a bird-! Just... Like a... bird..! Hey, guys, you think Gavin-"

"Probably," Ryan cut in. "That voice of his is truly terrific,"

I squealed.

"I'M GONNA HAVE WINGS!! Hey, Micoo, ya think I could fly?"

"I don't know. Don't get so excited, you might not turn out to be a bird hybrid. Although, I do think it would suit you,"

I grinned.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news guys, but onward with the packing!" Geoff announced. A collective groan came from the room.

"I've got an idea! We could have a Lads Vs Gents packing race! Whoever finishes first wins and the losing team has to buy drinks for the winners!" I suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds fun!" Ray chimed in.

"Good idea," Michael agreed.

The Gents, under pressure from the irresistibly eager Lads, soon agreed and we leapt into action. Michael, Ray and I came up with a plan which involved all three of us doing each room, rather than just Ray in his room and me and Michael in ours.

We started on our room first, then we would move on to Ray's after.

*~Time skip brought to you by Team Lads speed packing~*

"Three-way high five!" Ray shouted, after we had finished about three minutes before the gents. We high five and the Gents agree to buy us drinks when we get back home. We all dragged our bags outside and into the back of Geoff's eight-seater, before proceeding to go inside for lunch.

Michael, having missed breakfast, was particularly irritable, or more so than usual. This put Ray rather on edge, what with Michael being a predator to his prey. Geoff and Ryan were fighting again, this time over what to have for lunch.

"I think omlettes are a just a better option! They're healthy, for one, and we have all the ingredients, and it's much less hassle for Jack! He has to do all the cooking round here, don't you?" Offered Ryan, looking to Jack while Jack just sighed.

"Don't bring me into this,"

"Stop trying to sap up to Jack, and use your brain for once, godammit! Everyone likes pancakes, they're tasty, and everyone here can eat them!"

"Oh yeah?-"

"CAN YOU BOTH JUST GIVE IT A REST! IT'S NOT BLOODY IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO HAVE A FIGHT OVER! CAN WE ALL JUST HAVE ONE DAY WHERE NOTHING BAD HAPPENS!? I DONT WANT THIS TO ESCALATE AND FOR ONE OF YOU TO GET HURT!" I shouted, silencing the room.

"WHAT ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT, GAV?" Michael yelled from the the other room. I rolled my eyes and gave a slightly apologetic look to Jack and then stomped out of the kitchen. Ryan stormed out behind me a few moments later with a snort.

"Good riddance, Dickbag!"

I poked my head back round the door to see Jack holding a struggling Geoff. He gave me a look as if to say, "Why are they fighting? They got on fine before?!" I looked back and mouthed "Hybrids?" He shrugged and set a, now calmer, Geoff down.

A shriek from Ray brought Ryan into the living room, Ray running out shortly after, with Michael hot on his heels.

"Fucking Christ," Geoff muttered. Ryan and I went after them, chasing them up the stairs. Ray ran straight into Michael and I's bedroom, running up the window and backflipping behind Michael before taking off again. Ryan and I flattened ourselves against the wall as they went by, Ray squeaking and Michael laughing as profanities spilled from his mouth. The rabbit hybrid jumped over the banister to the first floor below, landing in a graceful heap and narrowly missing Geoff.

"Land on top of me, you're fired!" Geoff shouted up to Michael. Whilst Ray struggled to get back up, Michael vaulted over the banister after him, shouting.

"Come back here, you fuck!!"

I ran to the banister, worried that he had hurt himself, to see that he had landed perfectly on all fours, hovering over Ray, with his tail waving menacingly.

"Surprise, motherfucker," He growled.

Ray giggled and squirmed under him, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy go though my heart. Of course, I was being paranoid, as usual. Stupid Gavin. Michael gently climbed off of Ray and offered a hand to help him up. Ryan had already gone downstairs and I followed.

"What the fuck was that?" Ryan exclaimed.

"I have no idea," Michael said, panting. Ray was laughing next to him.

"But it was brilliant," Ray finished. The two fist bumped and Jack rolled his eyes, smiling at the two lads, before walking back into the kitchen with Geoff, to make something for lunch that wasn't pancakes or omlettes.

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