Banana Bus Squad 'X' Reader

All - We're Almost There!!

A/N - so I decided to make a couple of parts with all the guys to wrap up this book. In this one, it's sort of like an AU where the guys haven't met their girlfriends/wives (if they even have one) and they all live together in a HUGE house because, obviously, there's a lot of them. You are like the parental figure of the group, along with Brock (because you know... he IS a parent IRL), and your literal job is to babysit full grown men. Also... Jon flirts with you all the time... good luck with that.

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"No! David you fuck!" Tyler's voice screams throughout the house and you sigh from your spot on the kitchen counter next to Craig as he makes dinner. You look up from your phone to see Craig giving you the look. What does the look mean? Well, it means 'this is your problem, go fix it' and the guys love to give it to you. Tyler again expresses his rage with a deep growl that's very loud. You sigh once more before getting off the counter and heading toward the gaming room.

The collective rage, as well as the little giggles of a few of the guys, grows louder with each step you take until you reach the threshold of the archway leading into the gaming room where it's the loudest. You see Tyler trying to strangle David out of anger and Brian trying to hold him back. Marcel is concentrating hard on the task at hand, which is the game they're playing. David looks scared as hell, cowering in the corner of the room behind one of the three couches in the room. You see Scotty next to Marcel, just watching the chaos with Anthony. Anthony is trying to calm Tyler down (which isn't working) while getting harsh words spewed at him by the enraged male. Scotty's clinging to Marcel, watching Tyler warily.

"What is going on in here?" You're voice rings out above everyone and everything freezes. You point an accusing glare at Tyler before shifting it to Nogla. "You two. My office. Now." You point to them and they nod, somewhat frightened expressions on their face. Brian smirks and points at them, snickering. "Why don't you come too, Brian." You raise an eyebrow while he vigorously shakes his head. "Exactly, don't make fun of them. NOW GO!" You start to yell and the two of them sprint out of the room, stumbling over each other to get to your office.

Usually, you use your office for gaming since the guys like to hog everything else relating to gaming in the house. They know not to go in there unless they want a long lecture from you. But today, and most other days, it's the place you send the guys to chew their asses out. You follow the men with a brisk and authoritative pace, making the other guys that you pass in the hallway shrink back. You pass Brock and he glances at you warily. You grab the collar of his shirt and drag him along with you.

By the time you reach your office the two boys are seated in your two chairs in opposite corners of the room. They have their hands in their lap and their heads down in what you'd call shame. Brock leans against your desk which is positioned in front of the chairs. You have three bookshelves that line the back wall and you take great pride in them. You walk into the room slowly, giving yourself an intimidating aura. You take precise steps toward your middle bookshelf and pull out a book. It's a book full of Aesop's fables. You flip around a bit before finding the one you wanted which was titled Sticking Together. You read it a couple times, letting the tension build in the room. Brock watched you from where he stood, confused as to what you were doing.

"Do you know what I just read?" You're voice slices through the silence effortlessly, like a warm knife through butter.

"A book?" Tyler snaps, resting his head on one of his hands. He was clearly bored from the short wait, ready to leave. Your eyes seem to blaze with unshed annoyance and fury, when they look up at him he quickly sits up straight and clears his throat.

"I suggest you keep quiet piggy, that was a rhetorical question." You snap right back, glaring at him. He began to squirm in his seat. "It was one of Aesop's many fables." You pause, smacking the book shut and setting it down on your desk. You're about to speak again when a certain Irishman interrupts you.