expectations.
Allycat
Bassist and vocalist, Hayden Matthers, dating a sixteen year old fan? The online article reads.
They both look at each other and groan, falling back onto the couch. The rest of the guys share confused glances.
Pres grabs Rian’s beer from him and takes a swig.
“Fucking Chelsea. She’s this crazy ass sixteen year old that practically stalks Hayden.” She plays with a strand of her hair, a habit she did whenever she was frustrated.
“I’m talking sleep in front of your front door, go through your mail stalker.” Hayden adds, getting up and grabbing a monster. He leans against the kitchen counter, glaring at his phone as if it would change what he was seeing.
Austin chuckles, moving to sit beside Pres. “Sounds familiar.”
“No, but you don’t understand.” Hayden mutters. “This chick is a fucking psycho. She even tried to say I raped her and all this crazy shit. Got the police involved and everything. She kind of forgot that our apartment has video cameras and that they had tape of me going into our apartment at night and not leaving until morning.”
“Holy shit.” Vic exclaims, walking into the “living room” of the bus, Sage following shyly behind him.
He plops onto the couch on the other side of Austin, pulling Sage into his lap.
“Yeah, I know.” Hayden replies, rubbing his temples.
The bus door slings open to reveal a wobbling Alan and a girl, just not the same girl from earlier. This girl was a leggy brunette.
“And this is my bu- Oh, hey guys! I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” Presley cringes at the way the girl clings to Alan and the way he didn’t exactly seem to mind.
He stumbles over to the fridge, grabbing a beer.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Tino asks, reaching out his hand for the can of beer.
“No way, my friend.” His drunken gaze falls on Presley and he makes his way towards her and literally falls into her lap, the brunette forgotten.
“So,” his eyes smolder and she can’t help but forgive him for earlier. They weren’t exactly a ‘thing’, even if Presley sort of wanted to be.
“What do you say we get out of here?” She raises an inquisitive eyebrow, looking to Austin for help with his bandmate. He just shrugs, grinning at the interaction between his two new favorite people.
“I personally say you should go to sleep, Allycat.” He gazes up at the ceiling for a moment, weighing the suggestion.
“Okay.” He states, turning onto his side, still in Pres’s lap. “Okay?” She questions.
“I’m sleepy and you’re comfy. Now hush.” The bus door clicks softly closed as the brunette girl exits.
P looks to first Austin, and then Hayden. They both respond with you’re-on-your-own expressions.
“Night guys,” Austin says, getting up and ushering everyone out of the bus.
“What the hell, Carlile?” She exclaims, glaring at the giant.
“Just thought you guys could use some alone time.” And with that he goes to his bunk, turning the lights off behind him.
She runs her hands through Alan's admittedly plush hair and he curls into her side, making her blush at the contact.
I’m gonna kill him.
They both look at each other and groan, falling back onto the couch. The rest of the guys share confused glances.
Pres grabs Rian’s beer from him and takes a swig.
“Fucking Chelsea. She’s this crazy ass sixteen year old that practically stalks Hayden.” She plays with a strand of her hair, a habit she did whenever she was frustrated.
“I’m talking sleep in front of your front door, go through your mail stalker.” Hayden adds, getting up and grabbing a monster. He leans against the kitchen counter, glaring at his phone as if it would change what he was seeing.
Austin chuckles, moving to sit beside Pres. “Sounds familiar.”
“No, but you don’t understand.” Hayden mutters. “This chick is a fucking psycho. She even tried to say I raped her and all this crazy shit. Got the police involved and everything. She kind of forgot that our apartment has video cameras and that they had tape of me going into our apartment at night and not leaving until morning.”
“Holy shit.” Vic exclaims, walking into the “living room” of the bus, Sage following shyly behind him.
He plops onto the couch on the other side of Austin, pulling Sage into his lap.
“Yeah, I know.” Hayden replies, rubbing his temples.
The bus door slings open to reveal a wobbling Alan and a girl, just not the same girl from earlier. This girl was a leggy brunette.
“And this is my bu- Oh, hey guys! I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” Presley cringes at the way the girl clings to Alan and the way he didn’t exactly seem to mind.
He stumbles over to the fridge, grabbing a beer.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Tino asks, reaching out his hand for the can of beer.
“No way, my friend.” His drunken gaze falls on Presley and he makes his way towards her and literally falls into her lap, the brunette forgotten.
“So,” his eyes smolder and she can’t help but forgive him for earlier. They weren’t exactly a ‘thing’, even if Presley sort of wanted to be.
“What do you say we get out of here?” She raises an inquisitive eyebrow, looking to Austin for help with his bandmate. He just shrugs, grinning at the interaction between his two new favorite people.
“I personally say you should go to sleep, Allycat.” He gazes up at the ceiling for a moment, weighing the suggestion.
“Okay.” He states, turning onto his side, still in Pres’s lap. “Okay?” She questions.
“I’m sleepy and you’re comfy. Now hush.” The bus door clicks softly closed as the brunette girl exits.
P looks to first Austin, and then Hayden. They both respond with you’re-on-your-own expressions.
“Night guys,” Austin says, getting up and ushering everyone out of the bus.
“What the hell, Carlile?” She exclaims, glaring at the giant.
“Just thought you guys could use some alone time.” And with that he goes to his bunk, turning the lights off behind him.
She runs her hands through Alan's admittedly plush hair and he curls into her side, making her blush at the contact.
I’m gonna kill him.
Notes
See? Even Austin ships it. Doesn't mean I can't make that ship sink like the Titanic. *insert evil laughter here*
Oh snap! :-)
5/29/14