expectations.

Presley is stopped the next morning by a panicked looking Colten.

“Pres, I’m sorry. When I get high I become a major ass. I never should have touched you like that and-”

“Breathe, Colt.” She interrupts and he smiles weakly.

“Am I forgiven?” She nods and the boy walking away behind his shoulder catches Pres’s eyes. She pats his shoulder and jogs off to Elliott.

“Hey, Smelliott. What’s up?” Her friendly smile catches him off guard. He expected her to be all frowns. That was the entire point of having Hazel around, wasn’t it? Not that Hazel isn’t wonderful - she really is. It’s just that she was more of a ploy to get Pres to realize she wanted to be with him, not Bruce.

“Nothing much. I’ve just been hanging out with Hazel, my girlfriend.” She doesn’t even flinch at the word girlfriend, just rolls on the back of her heels.

“She seems nice. Really pretty too.”

“Oh she is.” Elliott reassures. Shit, he thinks, too arrogant?

“Alright,” she says after a minute or so of awkward silence, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me or anything?” Mad at her? As if. More like trying to get your attention.

“No way, Pres. I could never be mad at you.” She furrows her eyebrows together. One moment he’s talking about how great his girlfriend is and then flirting?

“Well, I’ve got an interview in,” she pulls her phone out of her back pocket to check the time, “Shit. I gotta go. Bye, Elliott!” She jogs off in the direction of the green room.

“Alright,” Bryan says, still trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard, “who has the weirdest sleeping habits?” The band pauses for a second and Pres rearranges herself to where she’s sitting in Hayden’s lap but her feet are laid on top of Finley’s knees.

“Presley.” Finley decide and the other boys nod in agreement.

“What? Why me?”

They all look at her, amused grins on their faces.

“One, because you sing in your sleep.” Finley starts.

“Two, because you usually cuddle next to whoever is near you.”Bren states.

“Three, because you strip in your sleep.” Hayden adds and Presley grimaces.

“I what?” They all laugh, loud guffaws. “You strip. Either you take off your socks or shorts. You’ve yet to take off your top, though.”

“Sadly.” Hayden smirks at her and she blushes a deep red.

“Can I come sleep in your van tonight?” Bryan asks and even Pres has to giggle with them.

“So what’s this about you dating an underage fan, Hayden?” He grimaces and rubs his temple, something he often did when stressed.

“I am most definitely not dating Chelsea. She’s fucking crazy, man.” Bryan laughs before readjusting his blue hoodie.

“And what about you, Ms.Presley? I hear there’s a thing between you, Elliott Gruenberg, and Ben Bruce?”

She laughs at the thought. Sure, yesterday she thought she had really liked him, but that was the thing - it was more of a fan infatuation than anything and she was glad she had realized that.

“There is nothing there, Bryan. Elliott has a girlfriend and Ben is nothing more than a big flirt. That’s all there is to it.” She shrugs, grinning at her band members.

“And Alan Ashby?” Her head whips back around to face the interviewer. “What?”

“You and Alan? What’s up between you two?”

“Nothing,” she tried her hardest to hide her blush but fails. “We’re just friends.”

“Sure. That's not what that picture of you two on Twitter says.”

“Pardon?” Bryan grins a crooked smile.

“You mean you haven’t seen it yet? Go check it out. It’s on Austin Carlile’s Twitter.” She types Austin’s name into the search bar and when his profile pulls up, sure enough - there’s a picture of Alan and her curled up together on the bus couch from last night.

“I - It’s not like that.” She stutters, drumming her fingers on her leg.

“Whatever you say.”

Notes

Four updates in one day. You frickers better love me.