Jonah:

Jonah was upset because you'd promised you would be able to come see him on tour, but it turned out that you had to work more than you thought you would have to, so you weren't going to be able to make it to any of his shows. You were talking over FaceTime, and he kept yelling because he wanted to see you and you'd broken a promise.

"Y/N! You promised you'd come to at least one show. Now you can't come to any?" Jonah wondered, starting to get mad.

"Jonah, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I'd have to work this much. I thought I'd be able to get out of work, but my boss just won't let me!" You exclaimed back at him, getting upset yourself because you felt Jonah was being a little unreasonable.

"I miss you, baby. I need to see you. I'll fly you out to the LA show, then you can catch a red-eye and be back in Minnesota for work the next morning. It'll be fine! Please come to a show," He begged.

"Jo, I've told you. I can't. I'm sorry," You apologized for the fiftieth time.

"YOU CAN, BUT YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO!" He yelled, then sighed at you.

"I LITERALLY CAN NOT MAKE IT TO A SHOW! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW STRESSFUL WORK HAS BEEN FOR ME! AND MY BOSS IS WORKING ME MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE, AND I CAN'T TAKE ANY VACATION TIME BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY USED ALL OF IT TO COME SEE YOU IN LA!" You almost screamed at him.

"IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP YELLING AT EACH OTHER, I'M GOING TO TAKE JONAH'S PHONE AWAY FROM HIM!" Zach exclaimed loudly as he walked into the lounge area of the bus.

"Baby, just come to see me in Minnesota if you have downtime. Please," You asked, really getting tired of fighting with Jonah.

"I'll try my best," He nodded. "I just really want to see you."

"I want to see you, too, but I promise we'll see each other soon, and that promise I'll keep," You assured him, and you both smiled at each other, thanking Zach for his help.

Corbyn:

You borrowed a pair of Corbyn's shoes to wear out with your friends while you were in LA. At one point during the day, you'd gotten mud on the beautiful vans. You didn't want to tell Corbyn because you knew he'd be mad that you'd gotten his favorite pair of shoes dirty. You knew you could just wash them and get the mud off of them, but you had to tell him what happened first.

"Um, Corbyn..." You approached him that night as he stood at the island in the kitchen.

"Yeah, babe? How was your day out with friends?" He wondered, smiling at you. You didn't want to tell him what happened.

"Good, pretty much. It was a little muddy outside, though," you told him, holding up his mud-covered vans.

"Baby, what happened!? My vans!" He exclaimed, grabbing the shoes out of your hand quickly.

"I didn't realize it was that muddy, I promise. I'm really sorry, Corb," You apologized.

"You don't know how much these shoes mean to me! DO you know how much they cost? Now they're ruined!" He began to yell.

"Corbyn, we can wash them. The mud will come right out. They're not ruined," You tried to calm him down.

"If you wash these, the color will fade, and I don't want that to happen," he sighed, getting madder at you by the second.

"Would you rather have mud-stained shoes or shoes where the color is slightly faded?" You asked him, trying to resolve this problem.

"Don't worry, I'll just buy new ones," He dropped the dirty shoes and walked out of the kitchen.

"Babe!" You exclaimed, walking after him after picking up the shoes from the floor. "You are being immature. Grow up. They're shoes. Yes, I'm sorry about what happened and I didn't mean to get them dirty, but they're shoes. If the color's a little faded, it doesn't matter that much. You'll be fine. It's not the end of the world."

"I can't believe you," he shook his head at you.

"Corbyn Matthew Besson, I am going to wash these shoes, and you are going to continue to wear them. You're not spending so much on a new pair when I can wash them for you and they'll be fine. I'm sure if I'd washed them and never told you, you would've never known they were dirty or had been washed," you fired back.

"Baby, I'm sorry..." he apologized, walking toward you and giving you a hug. "I just don't like when my shoes get dirty. I know they're just things. I'd rather have the color of my shoe be a little faded than be fighting with you."

Daniel:

"Daniel, wanna come cuddle with me?" You yelled from in yours and Daniel's room at the Why Don't We house. You hadn't spent much time with Daniel during the few days you'd been there, and you were going home soon because you were only staying for a week. He'd spent most of his time with the boys.

"Nah, babe. I can't right now. Maybe later?" He suggested. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"When is later?" You asked.

"Maybe before we go to sleep, we can cuddle a little," he responded.

"We always do that. What's so important now that you can't come cuddle with me?" You wondered.

"Y/N, the boys and I are trying to do something right now. It's really important," he gave you the same reason he had been. It was always that something was too important. Usually, you'd just hear them laughing and wonder what was so important. When you'd try to go out and see what they were doing, they'd say they couldn't tell you, that it was confident. They'd tell you to just wait a little longer, then you could spend time with Daniel. That never happened. Most of the time, the only time you got to spend time with Daniel was late at night before you fell asleep, cuddling.

You decided to walk out to the main room of the house where the boys always were. You were fed up with everything, and you said to the boys, "Can I borrow Daniel for a moment? I need to ask him something... in private."

"Go ahead," the boys nodded, and Daniel stood up. He grabbed your hand as you walked out of the room together, but you removed your hand from his.

When you arrived in the kitchen, Daniel asked you, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"You! You keep spending time with the boys, and you never spend any time with me! I don't appreciate it. It always seems like they're more important than I am!" You yelled at him.

"I'm sorry, y/n... I don't mean for it to be that way! I promise I don't do that on purpose. I don't want to make you feel that you're less important than the boys because you're not. You are so important to me, and I'd rather spend less time with the boys than lose you," He assured you, and you smiled at him.

"I'm glad," you told him, and he nodded.

"So we're alright?" He questioned, and you kissed him. "That answers my question," he said, chuckling.

Jack:

"JACK WHERE'S MY COCO PUFFS!?" You yelled to Jack. You heard giggling from the next room over. You sighed, getting mad. This happened all of the time.

"Jack Robert, I'm serious," You scolded as you walked into the room adjacent to the kitchen. "I buy my own food, and you always eat it. I don't appreciate it! I want my food!"

"You can go and buy more, then," he chuckled and started talking to the boys who were sitting next to him.

You threw the empty Coco Puffs box at him. "Why should I buy them if you keep eating them?"

"Hey, babe... you eat my food all of the time," he defended himself.

"Like when? I buy the food that I eat," You told him.

"Like all of the time! We'll go out to eat, and you'll steal half of my fries, then you'll take 'a few bites of my meal. Plus, here you always eat my snacks. You help yourself to my things all of the time. I don't enjoy it," he sighed. "Now you're being a hypocrite."

"I do NOT steal your food!" You defended yourself now.

"Of course you do!" He exclaimed back at you.

"Does it matter? You both eat each other's food at times, so it evens out. We'll just say that you both eat the other person's food. But if you finish it, like Jack finished the Coco Puffs, you buy more!" Jonah entered his opinion.

"Alright," you agree, and Jack nods.

"Let's not fight over stupid things," Jack smiled at you, pulling you down so you'd be sitting next to him. He kissed you, and you stood back up before smiling back at him.

Zach:

"ZACHARY! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" You screamed at your boyfriend. You were sat on the couch in the WDW house, and Zach had gotten up to go into the kitchen to get you both a snack. His phone had buzzed beside you, and you didn't like what you saw on the screen. You picked it up in your hand and walked into the kitchen.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" He wondered as you walked up to him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, kissing you. You ripped yourself away from him and slapped him in the face. "Y/N, what was that for!?"

"You're cheating on me!?" You yelled at him. The other boys slowly left the room, not wanting to be in the middle of your fight with Zach.

"What are you talking about, babe?" He asked. "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about."

You showed him his phone and the text that was on it. "If you don't know what I'm talking about, then explain this."

"Baby..." he began, his voice fading. The text read, "Can't wait to see you again tomorrow! Seeing you last time was perfect... you're the best and I always enjoy seeing all of you." Her name had a heart emoji next to it, and you knew that was not good.

"Just explain what this is about! I need to know! Why is she texting you like this!?" You shoved questions down his throat, and he was nearly suffocating in questions.

"Baby, no... You're taking this the wrong way," he told you and actually started laughing. That disgusted you.

"JUST TELL ME, ZACHARY!" You yelled once more.

"She's a fan," he began to speak, but you cut him off.

"You're cheating on me with a fan!?" You were enraged. He continued to laugh and put his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, so he continued explaining.

"She saw us at a concert a week or two ago. She's seeing us in concert again tomorrow. She said 'I always enjoy seeing all of you' because she meant all of us boys, not all of me. That's reserved for you, baby..." he smirked at you, grabbing your hands and bringing you closer to him.

"Oh," you say, knowing you were mistaken. You giggled a little at Zach's comment, and you kissed him to let him know everything was okay.

"I'm sorry I worried you," he apologized. "You should know I'd never cheat on you."

"I know. I'm sorry," you aplogized as well, hugging him.