ABSOLUTE CHAOS WITH PRETTYMUCH (PRETTYBRUNCH Ver.)
A/N: this very quickly became nothing more than a glorified food fight. enjoy, i guess pfft
• there's just something about being with your best friend(s) that can turn the quietest, most shy individuals into the most extroverted people to walk the earth • video chatting with friends has a similar effect, especially when you haven't seen the other party for an extended amount of time • what happens when you combine these two events is nothing short of absolute c h a o s • in this case, the convening pals are you and the prettymuch boys. you had been out of town for a few weeks and wanted to meet up with them when you returned home. they were quick to agree and arranged for you to come over the day following your return (that way you'd have a little bit of time to yourself to relax and unpack your bags) • the friends that the boys are video chatting with?? why it's none other than the beanz • well, I suppose instagram lives don't really count as video chatting but you know what I meAn. it's still a viable form of communication and the absolutely adore interacting with the fandom. life's just been kind of hectic lately and they haven't had the chance to do much of anything with the beanz • now that things have slowed down a bit and one of their closest friends is finally back home, why not do a live?? they all agreed it would be fun and you truly felt as if it would be a nice change of pace, too; interacting with people you love and who love you after weeks upon weeks of nothing but hecticness and disarray sounded like the perfect way to unwind • after a brief discussion, it was decided that you were to come over later in the morning (not everyone woke up at the same time and having you come over a bit later in the day ensured everyone was awake while also being well-rested) and would help them make brunch • it would give you plenty of time to talk and catch up • ,,,, plus, they needed extra help cooking. edwin and brandon had unofficially been placed in charge of handling meals when everyone decided to sit down and eat together and sometimes it got just the teensiest bit tiring • the moment you walked in the front door, though, you could see that things weren't going to be quite as laid back as you had assumed • things were already lively and loud, all of the boys (except for caleb, who had answered the door when you rung the bell) having congregated in the kitchen. • austin and edwin we're talking animatedly amongst each other, trying to set up the live. they were experiencing a series of technical difficulties (that really boiled down to some simple changes in the settings of the former male's phone. brandon and nick had begun to poke through the fridge, mulling over what they wanted to eat for breakfast • it very quickly grew from a peaceful conversation to a loud (albeit friendly) argument over what kinds of breakfast foods were better • you figured it would be best to help settle things between brandon and nick before things escalated further and became a full-blown food fight before you could even start cooking so you scurried over to them first, kicking off your sandals and dropping your bag by the door • when they couldn't come to a decision after another solid minute and a half of conversation, you chose for them • you had been dying for one french toast waffles. pair it with some bacon, fresh fruit, and hash rows and bAm, a whole meal • pleased with your judgment, their bickering quelled • at least for the time being • it wasn't long before austin and edwin began the live and the six of you settled into everything • you, Edwin, and brandon had moved behind the counter to start cooking, caleb was currently tending to music, and austin and nick were reading and responding to the growing stream of comments that trickled in • it was pleasant enough at first. all of you were talking merrily amongst each other and answering whatever questions and comments happened to catch your eye • and then caleb changed the song • the action in and of itself isn't one that would bring about any unpleasant consequences • it was the song itself that was the issue • everyone has a hype song. this one just so happened to be a m u t u a l hype song • meaning the moment everyone recognized what was playing, all hell broke loose • caleb was the first to succumb to the excitement of the song. he had been pretty quiet this far, but the vibrations of the bass sank their talons into his being. he began to mouth the words, then sing along, then scream along as he gradually shifted out of his seat and began to dance • nick followed suit shortly thereafter • hip roll nation™ • catch half the boys jumping around and yelling 'Aye AYe aYe aYE ayE!" at the top of their lungs • it's like a frat party without the booze and loud freshmen • brandon swayed along to the beat, eyes fluttering shut as he raised the whisk in his hand up to his mouth so that he could use it as a makeshift microphone • which is fun, sure, but probably not the brightest thing to do when said whisk was just in a bowl of waffle batter • needless to say, the front of his shirt was now caked in the liquid • did he notice, though?? of course not • because now he's got a whole performance going on and he's putting everything he's got into it • which means he's really bustin down now. he's singing at the top of his lungs, he's hitting those runs, he's whipping around and throwing it back • this also means that he has flung copious amounts of batter all over?? everyone?? • this goes unnoticed by most but lordy lordy, he managed to get some in caleb's hair and that is a federal offense • you k n o w the moment he feels a glob of sticky flour land in his hair he's gonna throw whatever he gets his hands-on • given that there's an open container of eggs laying nearby and they fit so perfectly in the palm of his hand, it only makes sense that one is going to be airborne • he's huffin' and puffin', eyes firey as he lets out an exasperated "I know you didn't just-" and yeets the egg • nothing ever works out the way they're intended, though, so it doesn't hit his initial target • no, no, of course, it didn't • you know who it d i d hit, though? • y o u • and you know what you're wearing?? • a brand new shirt that is hands down the most comfortable article of clothing you own • and now its sticky and wet and smells absolutely horrid • and you know what you feel now?? • nothing but pure, unadulterated rage. the fire of one thousand suns is blazing through your veins and you want nothing more than r e v e n g e • aight, it isn't that intense but you reacted before you had the opportunity to process what had happened and develop a proper plan of action • so, yeah, you started throwing food back • you didn't settle for an egg or a spoonful of waffle batter • you peeled open the lid of the whipped cream container that rested on the counter and sunk your hand in, scooping out as much of the sticky substance as you possibly could • and, unlike some people, y o u d i d n t m i s s • meaning that caleb is getting a face full of that sugary goodness • by this point, no one is really paying attention to the comments on the live anymore (which were going insane, by the way. if everyone who viewed the live got a dollar every time someone said "hit edwin with the banana," they'd be rich) • it wasn't long before all six of you were engaged in a battle of sustenance • in layman's terms, a food fight • it was?? horrible?? • for a solid ten minutes, there was nothing in the air but choked cries and mushy food • austin had managed to crawl onto the bar and was raining food down on everyone (quite the feat, actually, given how tall he is. if the ceiling were much lower, you were sure his head would have scraped the top of it). brandon and edwin had abandoned their positions beside you in favor of hiding behind the cabinets • when their wooden shields didn't offer up enough protection, they sought out the lids of pots and pans for extra assistance • caleb had armed himself in the hopes of deterring anyone from coming at him with more food • his weapon of choice?? the kitchen towel, which he had wound tightly and was flicking at people whenever they got too close or looked like they were taking aim at him • nick had taken up residence under the sink, hoping to wait out the fight • which took an exceptional amount of time • it wasn't until you had gone through about half of the food in the refrigerator that most of you came to your senses and called a truce • it took a bit longer for the others to follow suit (cough cough, caleb and brandon cough cough) but they sooner calmed down as well • the six of you could do nothing more than part for a while, faces flushed and hearts thumping erratically • when you cast your gaze across the room to the five men that were still strewn about like forgotten socks, you couldn't do much more than laugh • it reverberated off the walls, making everyone's bones rattle as warm grins split across their faces • it wasn't long before they, too, began to laugh • everyone but nick, that is • when the loud cries that tore themselves from everyone's throats had subsided into joyous laughter and lighthearted banter, he quietly crawled out from under the sink and stood, brushing as much food off of his clothing as possible • "hey, guys?" he'd chime, brows furrowing and lips drawing themselves into a thin line • "what are we gonna do about breakfast?" • all of you shared a look before moving toward the front door • you could shower and change later, you decided. none of you had been given the chance to eat and food was a lot more important than a few stains • no one noticed that austin's phone had been left on the counter, nor that the live stream hadn't ended.
