The Misfits Editor is a Harem Protag

The Duffel Kerfuffle

             "You said four beds!" Fitz turned to Jay.

            Jay pointed to the large mattress, "Cuddle!"

           On the opposite side of the mattress was a mini kitchen. There was a tiny fridge, freezer, sink, and counter. Behind it was the bathroom, which resembled an airplane restroom. Lastly was a shower.

            "Smit and John are here!" Toby yelled, sticking her head out the door. Like a school child I pressed my face against the window to find that they were in fact walking over. I popped out the door and gave Smii7y a high five which led into a quick embrace.

            John then scooped me up and gave me a hug. He dropped me back down and I pulled a clip from my bag and stuck it in his hair.

             "Damn. I'm not doing a very good job as the rebellious sweetheart." He pulled the clip out and stuck it to my shirt.

             "Stop flirting." Smii7y returned to his infamous cupped hand microphone. I pushed Smii7y and grabbed both of their arms and led them towards the car.

             Racc yelled from an open window, "Y/N!"

             "Coming!" I giggled back.

             Matt turned to Swagger, "Since when did she become so..."

             "Nice? I know." Swagger finished his sentence, staring at the group with his arms crossed.

             "A few days ago she was doing all she could to avoid us." He leaned backwards into the side of the truck.

             "Maybe this whole harem joke is a way for Y/N to get out of her shell." Swagger shrugged.

             "Get in here you dog!" Mason stuck his head through the same window as Racc. As everyone entered the van, I plopped down into the back passenger seat, sitting horizontally.

             I pointed over to one of the high beds, "Dibs!"

-----Two Hours Later-----

             "I'm going to sleep. Matt, mind filming for a few?" I yawned.

             "It's like three pm?" Jay turned around in his chair.

             "I feel like shit. Might as well sleep." I dramatically covered my eyes with my elbow.

             "Woah, you don't feel good? What's up?" Fitz asked, still staring at the road.

             "Just a little nauseous. It'll go away." I unbuckled my seat belt, wobbling around from the sudden car movements.

             As I stood up and started to walk over to the bed, I started to feel a little faint. My nausea kicked in and I decided that I needed to sit down. However, I pressed onwards to the bed. I grabbed a leg of the ladder and-

             I opened my eyes and the first thing I'd noticed was that the car had stopped moving. The next thing I noticed were eight faces around me. I gave a quick yelp and tried to sit up straight, but Matt held me in place.

             "You can't sit up yet." He said, "Here guys, give me a hand."

             Matt and John grabbed my arms and propped me up against a wall. I looked John in the eyes and gave a faint smile.

             "Oh my god she's bleeding!" John gasped, stepping back. I weakly lifted my hand and rubbed a finger across my lip. Pulling it back I noticed the cherry syrup like coloring across my index finger.

             "By the way," My words were messed up and sloppy, "How the fuck did I get here?"

             "You fainted. Must've slammed your teeth into your lip when you fell." Swagger sat in front of me, elbows on his knees.

              Racc ran back into the clutter with a wet paper towel and quickly tried to dab up the blood.

              "Enjoy it, this is the closest you'll ever get to kissing me." I grinned, blood running down my teeth, prompting him to dab more quickly. He in response, gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

              Wiping off the blood that had transferred he smiled, "I doubt it." Before he was violently pushed out of the way by John, pulled away by Fitz, and yanked backwards by Mason.

              Toby groaned and took the paper towel from him, finishing cleaning up the blood.

(A/N: Bada bing bada boom three chapters in a day. Guess who had to do some frantic researching to find out if you can faint because of motion sickness? Also I am unable to read "prompting him to dab more quickly" with a straight face.)