Oh, 'cause you're such a pretty pretty pretty pretty face, but you turned into a pretty big waste of my time." I hummed, hanging out in the studio while my cousin recorded with his new album.
"SHUT UP!" My idiot cousin yelled from inside the booth.
I flicked him off and turned the volume in my headphones up louder. "If you can't hang then there's the door, Austin."
I smiled as I got a text from Mike. To Mike: I'm in the studio with of mice and men! Come rescue me!
From Mike: be there in half a minute babe
"Here to bust a pretty girl?" Mike walked in, surprisingly solo
"Thank god you're here. He said he was taking me shopping and then dragged me here." I said.
"You poor thing." Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm kidnapping you, by the way."
"Where are we going?"
"It's called kidnapping for a reason." Mike rolled his eyes.
My 'kidnappper' took me to lunch in one of my favourite outdoor cafes. It was a nice break from the band I was used to hanging out with.
"I've been so swamped lately." I sighed as my phone buzzed with all kinds of emails and texts from work. "I've been thinking of taking a sabbatical."
"I know how you feel. We just got back from touring for almost a year straight." He replied.
"Wow. That's a really long time." I said, appalled.
"But it's what we do, so it wasn't bad." He shrugged.
"I always thought being a rock star would be really really cool." I smiled.
He smirked. "So you think I'm a rock star?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Aw. You're cute." He said in a feminine voice.
"So if I don't compliment you then I'm not cute?" I asked.
He thought for a second. "You're still cute, just not as cute."
"You literally make no sense." I raised my eyebrows, trying to comprehend his insane logic.
"Maybe you're just not smart enough to understand my logic."
"Maybe I'm too smart to understand your logic."
"You're doing it again!" He threw his hands up in frustration.
"What?"
"Are you flirting with me or do you want to punch me in the face?" He cried.
I laughed. "A mix of both."
**
"Put me down, asshole." I crossed my arms as Mike carried me like a sack of potatoes into he and his brother's house.
"Calm down, princess." He replied, unlocking the door.
"Mike?" Vic called from upstairs. Mike walked to the sound of his voice, standing in the doorway of Vic's bedroom. I couldn't see because idiot Mike had me thrown over his shoulder.
"Hey- Hi, Charley." Vic called smugly. "What have you gotten yourself into?"
"Fuck if I know. Hi, Vic. Did you know that I hate your brother?" I asked.
"That's what they all say. We have band practice later, Mike." Vic called as Mike walked away.
"You want to come?" He asked, than laughed. "Okay, let me rephrase that, because I think we both know the answer to that. Do you want to come to band practice as my plus one?"
"Sure, sure. Sounds fun." I agreed.
"You know. . . drummers hit it harder." He said, throwing me on the couch in his living room and sitting down beside me.
"Yeah? What if I have the hots for your brother? Ever think of that?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You don't."
"You have no idea who I have the hots for, buddy. You just assume that it's you."
"I don't have to assume." He laughed. "Watch." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in so that my head was resting on his chest. "Exhibit A; your heartbeat."
It was indeed beating faster than normal. "Shut up."
"You shut up, I'm trying to watch football." He replied, not releasing me from his iron grip.
"Are you ready- what's going on down here?" Vic raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"I'm trying to prove that Charley has a crush on me." Mike said.
"Also, I can't move." I said, attempting to turn my head.
"Mike, we talked about this." Vic said gently. "Girls don't like it when you use force to flirt with them."
"I don't have a crush on her, she has a crush on me." Mike retorted.
"As if!" I said. "I would smack you if I had any feeling in my arms."
"Oh, my lady friend is coming to practice with us." Mike said.
"I'm not your lady friend." I snapped. "I swear you're in for it."
"Is that any way to talk to the man your heart is after?" Mike asked.
"God damn it, how do you even have friends?" I cried.
"I'm a nice guy. See?" He smirked, moving his arms so I could get up.
"Okay, you two. Let's go." Vic laughed. We followed him to the car.
"We brought a groupie." Mike said when we showed up, meeting Tony and Jaime.
"Hi, Charley. I hear you admitted your love for Michael today." Jaime said.
"Au contraire." I raised my eyebrows
"Aw, does Mike have a crush on Charley?" Tony teased.
"I came here to play the drums, not get the 180." Mike rolled his eyes.
"You can sit right there." Vic said to me. I obliged.
"Pierce the Veil concert. Ultimate Golden VIP." I gave them the thumbs up. They all laughed and started playing.
"Charley, pick a song." Vic said a while later.
"Hm. Disasterology." I smiled.
"You know that song?"
"I told you boys I was a fan, didn't I?" I smiled wryly.
My heartbeat accelerated for what seemed like the thousandth time today as Mike winked at me.