So, this is my first multi-chapter Lolirock fic! So far the characters have been fun to work with, but I've only done two other oneshots! But, I hope you guys like it! Its based off a prompt I got on tumblr, where you can find me under kireiscorner!

Enjoy!

"Are you sure you don't want to go, Talia? You always lead us in Stock 'n Shop Day!" Auriana frowned, passing her childhood friend a concerned frown.

The golden eyed beauty was working diligently at the coffee table of the living room. Despite the wealth being a popular girl group brought them, they still had expenses, and she was pretty sure she was the only one who could manage their personal finances without losing it. Though admittedly, she was on the brink. With their tour ending, they opted to room together for the summer, and she was thankful that the seven of them could split everything. Iris and Nathaniel were in need of some relaxation before their wedding planning began, and Matt, as the best man, was asked to join them; that and he wanted out of their small home town for the summer. Auriana had practically begged to go somewhere with a beach and with Talia looking to spend some time back home in the Caribbean, she finally agreed to find a place to stay. Praxina, Auriana's cousin, joined Lolirock a couple years back after leaving another group in Europe, and Talia needed at least one person who wasn't making kissy faces at their significant other to suffer with her; and oh, did she suffer! With Praxina came Mephisto, her twin brother. He was the group's personal photographer, and despite his distasteful humor, arrogance, and overall stupidity, he was a genius when it came to making them look good. The combination of Auriana, Iris, and Mephisto, Talia felt more like a den mother than anything else; breaking up squabbles, helping pick out clothes, and now, taking care of everything behind the scenes.

"It's fine. I double checked the list already, so you guys should be fine. That is, if some certain someones can control their desire for Sour Dippers and Bonnibelle Rolls..." Talia gave a scolding glance at Auriana and Iris, causing the redhead to laugh.

"I don't know what you're talking about, heh, heh!" Auriana scratched at the back of her head with a sheepish grin, "Besides, it was Mephisto's idea!"

"Oh yeah, throw me under the bus. Iris is the one who knocked us off budget!" The violet haired gentleman yelped, pointing at the startled blonde.

"Hey! Nat said it was okay! And I helped pay!" Iris crossed her arms, her cheeks flushing red.

"Which is why I'm leaving Matt and Praxina in charge." Talia smirked as Nathaniel threw his hands to his chest.

"Right through the heart! How cruel of you, Talia!" he chuckled, sky blue eyes dances in good humour.

"Dude, you're total weak sauce for your bae. Not even gonna lie." Mephisto started, making his way to the kitchen.

"Am not!" Nathaniel gaped after him, his caramel skin turning a rosy hue.

The group gave him a round of half-lidded, unimpressed stares. He cleared his throat, "Yeah, okay, point noted."

Matt smiled, laying a hand on her shoulder, "It'll be fine."

Taking the list, he made his way to the door, Aurianna quickly following calling shotgun. Praxina rolled her eyes, following them out after demanding Mephisto not touch her stuff, earning an annoyed groan. Iris laid a gentle hand on Talia's shoulder, "Hey, take it easy, okay."

"I'll be fine, Iris. I tie my own shoes and everything." Talia smiled, easing the blonde a bit, but she leaned in closer.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? You and Mephisto don't exactly get along…" Iris' brows furrowed as she looked towards the kitchen at the sound of popcorn popping.

"Trust me. I can handle Mephisto." Talia rolled her eyes. The boy had been sore at her side since they all moved in. He refused to eat at the kitchen table and always opted for the furniture. He never took his shoes off when he did either. He was rude and mocked her studies and constant organization. He was loud, arrogant, and always had to throw in his two cents where it wasn't needed. If she wanted anything, it was for Mephisto to leave and move as far away as possible.

Iris gave her an encouraging smile before taking Nat's hand and heading out the door. Talia sighed. In all honesty, the thought of being alone with Mephisto was equivalent to getting a root canal, and with their opposing personalities, they were known to clash on a daily basis. Everyone seemed to love the guy, though, even her ex-boyfriend Kyle was fond of his companionship, though she had no clue why. The boy was a menace.

She stood quickly, and began to gather her things to move elsewhere. Anywhere but near him.

"In a hurry?"

She cringed as the man of the hour stood with a bowl full of buttery, salty goodness and a couple bottles of soda.

"I have work to do." She managed a semi-apologetic smile, readjusting her stack of papers into a violet folder.

"Can't you do it in here?"

"Nope."

"You were fine a couple minutes ago."

"Well, that was earlier. I'd rather not be bothered." She frowned. She forgot how stubborn he could be. She turned to head towards the stairs.

"Do you have to go?"

She paused, turning to face him. His face was blank, but his tone was wavering, and desperate. She eyed him skeptically.

"Why?" She knew he must have something planned. Mephisto was a sadistic charmer. He loved to pull pranks, and to make others feel like less than he was. He thrived on chaos, not unlike his more tolerable sister, and often ignored most social cues. However, the look of embarrassment, and obvious fear in his deep green eyes startled her.

"I...I'm not too fond of being alone." He glared at her, "Nevermind. Do whatever, you're a loner anyways. Go do things den mommies do."

She scowled, rolling her eyes as he pouted. She would have honestly laughed at his childish response, had he not berated her personality. Sighing, she went to turn, but noted on him chewing on the lid.

"What are you doing?" She gave him a confused tilt of the head.

He blushed, "I'm trying to pop this thing open! Stupid bottle! Stupid-OW! Dammit…" he rubbed at his lip, glaring down the chilled cola. She smirked, walking down the stairs in amusement.

"What, are you gonna just stand there mocking me?" He frowned, "Or do you just like watching me sink my teeth into things?"

She gave him a indifference before setting down her work and grabbing the bottle, biting down and popping it open in a single flick of the head. He gaped at her, jaw slack as she took on a smug counter, crossing her arms over her red tank.

"How do you do that?!" He leaped upward, knocking her cocky stance off as he grinned excitedly, "The guys and I have been trying to figure that out for months! Nat saw you do it and we all wanted to see who could do it first! Teach me!"

"W-what? Wait, when did Nat-no!" Talia's eyes widened. It was a trick her father had taught her, and she tried not to do it unless away from public eyes.

"Aw, come on, why not?" Mephisto pleaded, "It's cool!"

"No. Some people don't find it all to appealing." She frowned, running her and over her bangs.

"Who cares? Do what you like. That's what I think at least. Too many people in life like to control others through negativity. Why let 'em? You're the leader aren't you?" His face was cool and calm, unlike his usual self. He eyed her curiously as she stared in awe. It was the first time she heard him show genuine emotions towards anyone, and offering good advice at that. She quickly opted for the ground, his powerful gaze almost unbearable at the shame she felt. And here she thought he was a monster. She held out his drink and he took it, walking back to the couch and taking his seat.

"I'm not that terrible you know."

She jumped, looking over to him, "I didn't-"

"You don't have to. We live in the same house, I know you can't stand me. Big surprise." He took a long sip of his drink.

"I didn't mean-"

"Talia. I grew up under the roof of a monster. Both Praxina and I know what the boogey man is really like. Yeah, we're a bit fucked up, but we didn't ask for it. Our uncle was a verbally abusive, psychopathic prick that pushed us to the breaking point in everything we did, so forgive me if I'm not all sugar pies and gumdrops every time you choose to throw a hissy fit over life choices. I came because Praxina wanted me to. We've been through a lot so its weird when we're by ourselves or in unfamiliar places. Being together is how we managed to survive." He eyed a piece of popcorn, popping it into his mouth as he finished.

Talia's glare softened. Praxina was pretty adamant over keeping their past with William Gramorr short and simple, but hearing it bluntly from Mephisto was like a slap of reality. She remembered Gramorr rather well; the man was imprisoned for harrassing and stalking her elder sister, Izira, when she first started at Ephedia University. The man was deranged, and muderous at that. She could only sympathize, she couldn't relate. He was hurting still, and she dared to say more than his sister. Praxina wore her scars with pride, her fighting spirit blazing in a strange sense of elegance and acceptance, but around her brother she was quick to cover up any discussion over it. Praxina had mentioned once that Mephisto had been her shield, metaphorically and literally.

"I'm sorry…"

He shrugged, grabbing the remote and pulling up Netflix, browsing the horror section before deciding on a flick. Talia eyed him for a moment before taking a seat next to him on the couch, careful to avoid his arm that rested on the back behind her, opening her folder and taking her blue pen from behind the curve of her ear.

"I don't want your pity." He muttered, chewing on the buttered bits.

"I was here first." She closed her eyes tightly; he better not make her regret her decision. Opening her eyes, she was surprised to see a bottle in front of her. She looked to him, but he ignored her. She popped it open and slid it his way, but he pushed it back to her, causing her eyes to widen. She looked to him once more, and he continued to ignore her, but she could see the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips.

They were less than 20 minutes into the film, and she, nearly finished with her work, when a flicker of white passed by her. Frowning, she shot him a dirty look and he responded with throwing another at her face.

"Mephisto. I'm trying to work." she sighed, rubbing at her left temple.

"But I'm bored." He whined, slouching and tossing his head back. Talia looked to the screen, grimacing at the way the masked psycho killer gutted the football jock in the factory. She looked back to him and cringed as he stared at her expectantly.

"Find a way to entertain yourself. It's not my fault you have the attention span of a six year old." She turned away from him, growling as another piece of the fluffed snack hit the side of her head.

"Mephisto!"

"What, I'm entertaining myself like you said." He flashed her a grin.

"Stop it."

"Come on, Talia, be fun for once. Join the dark side!" He taunted, wiggling in his seat.

"You're being ridiculous."

"You're being a prude." He smirked, throwing a handful at her.

"You're picking that up. Oh wait, you never do your chores anyways…" she gripped her pen harder, tensing as another round flew her way.

"Come on! Play with me. All you have to do is catch it, and I'll watch the movie like a good little Mephisto." He gave her a devilish grin, holding a piece between his fingers.

Sighing, she slammed down her pen and straightened her back, noting on the way it ached. She arched her back, letting out a genereous moan as she moved, her muscles loosening with her movements. Sighing, readjusted her clothing, and turned to give him a bored stare. She was astonished by the intensity of his gaze, his eyes glimmering with interest. His eyes wavered on her posture before his pretentiousness normalcy returned.

"Alright, princess. Show me if you have more talents involving that pretty mouth of yours other than popping tops." He waggled his brows, earning an exaggerated eye roll.

"You're disgusting."

"And you're uptight."

"Just throw the popcorn, you prick!" she glared, slapping at the cushion. He chuckled and took aim.

He missed. He missed twice. The third time, he made it, and cheered in victory, demanding she gets farther away. She growled, telling him his aim sucked. He missed. Once, twice, and a third. She laughed at him, and he told her he'd definitely get it this time if he threw a bunch at once. She closed her eyes for impact.

It was warm, salty, and soft. Her lips tingled at the touch and she went to touch her lips, only to feel silky strands caress her fingers. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stiffened as he pulled his lips from hers. Her eyes were wide, and he licked his lips, a thick blushed across his cheeks.

"Hm...n-not as entertaining as the movie." He shrugged, reclaiming his spot on the couch.

"What...WHAT THE HELL?" She rushed him, shooting daggers, "How dare you even-I can't even express how out of line that was!"

"I'll say, that kiss was terrible. Not as thrilling as the bottle cap dealio you had going earlier." He sat the bowl on the table, his eyes glued to the screen, "What, you and Kyle never kiss or something? What are you, twenty-one? Haven't you ever-"

"STOP. Kyle and I never did what you're about to say. Never! Unlike you, he was a gentleman! You're just a- a-"

"Monster."

She froze, shutting her mouth quickly, "I was going to say jerk…"

She clasped her hands together, uncomfortable, her eyes never leaving the floor. Did she really act so vile around him? Did he believe she thought he was? She squeezed her eyes shut. It wasn't that the kiss was bad or anything, it was just a shock. It practically came out of nowhere for her. He was suppose to hate her, wasn't he? Rivals; it was what everyone thought they were, right?

"Talia."

"Hm."

"I...really like you. You're fun to be around…" He looked away from her, laying his head in his hand, a flustered scowl on his features. Her golden orbs grew in pleasant surprise, and she bit her lip at the confession.

"I...wanted to kiss you. I still do. But I won't. Not unless you want to." He closed his eyes, preparing for the oncoming storm of rejection. He lifted his head, stunned as she sat next to him, taking a seat next to him and taking a sip of her pop.

"You like your popcorn extra buttery too?" She murmured, heat rising to her cheeks. He swallowed hard, nodding. She eyed him cautiously, determining the best outcome. If she said he could kiss her, would she like it? Does she like him? Did she want him to kiss her? Her eyes flickered to his lips, and she was nearly overwhelmed by the adrenaline that rushed through her body.

"I'll show you how to pop bottle caps if you'll show me what an exciting kiss feels like…" She looked back to his eyes, and he tensed, a boyish look of confusion crossing his person before a desirable grin snaked its way across it.

She swallowed hard as his fingers grasped at her chin, and was surprised at the gentleness hidden beneath his sharp movements. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips met hers, and her body burned in anticipation. She shivered as his hand stroked her cheek, and she all but whimpered as his knuckles grazed her ear. Her cheeks burned as he smirked against her lips, and she could feel a hint of pride rolling off him. His hand snaked to the back of her neck, and tilted her head to angle her better, before sliding his free hand to the curve of her waist. She pressed against him, eager to prove herself, her slender fingers capturing his wine locks, relishing in the thickness, smooth and cool to the touch. His taste was a mix of salt and vanilla sugar, addicting in its own sense. The two flavors were strong, standalone, and completely different, but together, delicious, tempting, sensual.

His tongue grazed her bottom lip, and she gasped as he bit at her, allowing him to indulge himself. Her heart pounded, and she felt dizzy as he laid her against the couch, pillows cushioning her as he pulled away, gasping as he hovered over her. Her own bosom trembled and heaved as she caught her breath, remembering air was the necessity.

"So...about that b-bottle cap...thing..." his voice was thick and off a key as his lungs collected oxygen. His usual fluid speech faltering as she gazed up him, and he quickly removed his hands from her body.

"No."

"But you said…"

"Again. Show me again." she murmured, a darkening gaze in her eyes. She grasped at his collar, the sunny fabric twisting in her fist as she crashed her lips into his. He tensed before melting into her, resting on his elbows as he moved against her lips, sucking and nipping at every chance he could muster. The way her hands moved along his body enticed him more than before, and the way her legs resting at his sides, bending and quivering as he grazed his hands across her thighs fueled his feelings, lighting them ablaze. Her lips were addicting, and he craved to be closer, to kiss her for as long as possible. Nothing would keep him from her as long as she desired him.

The jerked away from each other at the sound of a honk.

They cursed, and laughed at each other in their entanglement. He pulled away from her, standing to head outside to retrieve the excessive amounts of grocery baggage. She followed suit, and began to head towards the door. Unlocking it, she paused, and turned to him, a daringly seductive smile curving at her slightly swollen lips. She kissed him once more, nibbling a bit at his bottom lip, eliciting a soft, yearning groan before smoothing out his rumpled shirt, "I suppose that ends our lesson for today?"

She looked nearly innocent, hopeful, and even a little high from their lip lock. Her eyes were glazed and her ponytail a bit crooked, and her hands shook against him. Dazzling, as always. He smiled at her, and she dared to imagine he had softened it for her, and her eyes alone, "Lesson one, yes. There's so much more I can teach you, little one."

He smirked, poking at her head and pushing her away playfully. She rubbed at it, biting her lip in heated anticipation. She scolded herself over the impure thoughts of what he insinuated. Shaking her head, she opened the door with Mephisto seeming as collected as possible. The twin, however, cared much less about the groceries and Auriana jumping around the car, and more about how Talia's hips swayed as she walked, her ponytail teasing and playful. He clenched and opened his fist repetitively, the memory of her soft caramel locks gliding against his fingers swirling through his mind. He smirked, reciting plan after plan over how soon he could capture her alone in this overpopulated house.