AN: I unfortunately own none of these amazing characters although I wish I did, especially Brody or one of the brothers. This is just a short oneshot I wrote for a creative writing assignment. Please read and review, and write more Against the Wall fics please. Let me know what you think!

Cool air hits me, stepping out of the small, steamy bathroom, I head down the hall. I turn on the fan, and crank my IHome up as high as it will go and hit play. I skillfully avoid face planting into the wood floors, and continue sliding into my kitchen.

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me That's O.K., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let's get down to it!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!

Grabbing the bottle of water from the fridge, I take a long swig before setting it back on the bare shelf. My long blonde locks whack me in the face, leaving behind a damp streak as I shake my head this way and that.

You come on with your come-ons, you don't fight fair
That's O.K., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again! Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!

Jumping on the counter, I flick a wooden spoon out of jar and belt out the chorus. "Ow!" I scream as hit my leg on the knob of drawer, as if I didn't have enough bruises on my legs.

Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Come On, Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!

Hopping off the counter I jump up, my Urlacher jersey just barely getting caught on the knob. Finally getting it loose, I inspect it for rips and tears, as I howl out the last of the lyrics.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!

On the last note, I spin around and something catches my eye. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" I yell at my three brothers who are trying to look innocent from their place on my couch.

"Um, we wanted to surprise you with pizza, you know, to say sorry for being assholes and not supporting you with the whole IA thing." Richie says, looking guilty.

Richie reluctantly says, "And for me nosing around in your business, I should have stayed out of the whole thing with Brody and Danny and trusted you to take care of yourself."

"What they're trying to say, is that we are sorry that we have not been the best brothers lately. Now, we also brought a six pack and all of the Die Hards, what do you say to a movie night?" Steve says always the peace maker. Proudly, he says, "By the way, your singing is getting much better, and you only almost hurt yourself three times."

Sighing, I give in. "Why not, it's been a while since I just got to chill with my big brothers." I say as I run and jump on them.