It was finally quiet in the house since the guys were out back doing something stupid. I got up to grab a soda, but when I walked in the kitchen I was horrified by the sight of Steve-O in a tiger speed-o. "Cover that shit up" I said while covering my eyes. I heard him laugh, then everything went silent. Hesitantly I uncovered my eyes. I shrieked and back at least 5 feet because Steve-O was standing 2 inches away from my face. "Personal space much" I growled at him. He once again stepped closer and pushed some hair out of my face. "Tell me you hate me" he said quietly. I looked at him, my face scrunched up in confusion. "I knew it" he said while smirking. "Knew what?" I asked while crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't hate me" he said matter-of-fact like. I grumbled some profanities to myself as I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge. That douche is just great at pissing me off, but I guess he's right. After last night I couldn't hate him. You can't hate someone who makes you feel so good. Or maybe you could. Hatefuck is the perfect song for my scenario (MIW IS BOMB!!). Even though I was super drunk I can still remember every detail of last night. I wanted to regret what happened, but I just couldn't. Something that good couldn't be bad, but it could. Jeff would be so pissed if he found out what had happened. I mean I definitely pulled a slut card last night. It's so cliche, a girl in a house full of men and she's expected not to sleep with any of them. That is such a romance novel, yuck. Even though I can't stand O, I still didn't want him to get in any trouble. We're all human, right? I walked into the back to see what the guys were doing. They were all in the fucking pool!!!! It was the middle of fucking February!!! Rick, Lance, and Guch were all bundled up and filming. "What the hell are you guys doing?" I gawked from the doorway. "They're filming for the movie" my uncle Jeff said. "HEY EVA COME IN!!" Johnny yelled to me from the pool. "I'll pass!!" I yelled back quickly. "L-listen here miss thang, either you go and get your cute little ass in a bikini otherwise I'll have Tremaine throw you in fully clothed" Chris said to me. "I'd go with the first choice" Jeff whispered in my ear. I nodded slowly and walked up to my room to change. I changed into a navy blue string bikini before grabbing some flip flops and walking outside. I pulled my hair into a messy bun before stepping out into the cold. As soon as I stepped outside I already felt like was gonna get frostbite. I was too cold to even notice the boys howls and cat calls. Slowly I lowered myself into the water. As soon as my first foot was in the pool, O came up and grabbed both my legs, pulling me completely underwater. It felt like a million small knifes were stabbing me all over. He pinched my ass which caused me to immediately kick up to the surface. This is the coldest I've ever been in my entire life!! This was even worse then the time Drew locked me outside all night in December after we'd gotten into a fight. This truly was hell. "FUCK!!" I yelled loudly. Ehren came over and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll warm you up" he said suggestively. Next thing I knew he'd pulled the strings undone on my top and swam away with it. "You asshole!!" I yelled after him as I covered my exposed boobs with my arms. They were now playing catch with my top, dicks. I looked up at my uncle to see him laughing right along with them. "Eva swim over here!!" Steve-O yelled from the steps. I looked over to see him holding up a towel. I swam over to him with one arm covering my chest. Steve-O made it so no one saw my boobs as he wrapped me up in the towel. "Here come on, Lance is planning on taking your towel, but never fear Steve-O is here" he said like a superhero before picking me up bridal style and running me inside. I couldn't help but laugh extremely hard as we ran past the camera crew. He ran me up to our room and set me on the bed. "I'll give you some privacy" he said as he walked towards the door. "Wait Steve-O, uuhh err thanks" I said awkwardly. He smirked and nodded before leaving and closing the door behind him. Damn I had a terrible urge to kiss him right there, maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought

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I Wouldn't be With You, Even if I Wanted to Be (Steve-O Love Story)
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