Through the Lens

"Tony, why is your bag so damn heavy?" I grunted as my hands gripped onto the handle of the black luggage bag, dragging it through the doorway of my house.

Tony followed behind me with a duffel bag on his shoulder and another bag in his other hand. He looked at me and shrugged as I fell to the floor backwards from exhaustion.

I laid on my back for a moment on the hard wood floor and stared at the ceiling. I was home and it felt amazing. Just laying on my own floors felt great. The tour had finished 2 days ago but we had basically spent the passed day traveling back to the US from Europe. I could already feel the jet lag kicking in.

Tony placed his bags down at the door way and looked around at the living room area of the house. He smiled a bit as he walked towards the mantle above the fireplace. There were pictures in frames everywhere and little trinkets from friends and family. I watched him as his eyes focused on a picture in particular. On the frame under it, it read 'December 25th, 2010'.

"Is this Razell?" He asked as he pointed to it. The picture was of me and Razell standing next to each other with his arm over my shoulder. He wore a cheesy little birthday hat on his head and a half empty bottle of vodka in his hand.

I sat up and nodded. "Yeah, that was his birthday in 2010. We both drank so much and don't know how we didn't get sick or pass out." I chuckled a bit, clearly remembering that night. Well, most of it.

Tony looked back at me chuckling. "You looked so young! Barely any tattoos!"

I blushed a bit with embarrassment. "Don't make me search Google for pictures of you from 2010..." I warned.

That shut him up immediately.

After getting up from my spot on the floor, I showed him around the house. He put his bags into the spare bedroom which would be his. We stopped at my room. I opened the door and he looked around and nodded in approval.

"Okay, I can stay here." He smiled.

I looked at him as he walked in to see my wall full of band posters and photos I had taken. "Huh? I thought you said you'd take the second bedroom."

"Yeah, my stuff will be in there, but I have a feeling I'll be sleeping in here more." he chuckled softly. I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a paper. As I looked closer, I realized it was a picture of us together in Switzerland. He leaned over my bed and took an unused pin on the wall and pinned it to an empty space. He stood back and smiled at it as it became another memory on my wall that we could look at together in the future.

I just stood there and watched him until his eyes met mine. He approached me again and I felt his fingers intertwine with mine. Our lips gave no hesitation as they met for a loving kiss. It finally sank in that we'd be living together. I'd be living with the man I loved. Within just a month I had grown to truly love the man I once idolized for being in my favorite band. The twist? He loved me too. What was next? A puppy? Marriage? Yeah, right.

Our lips parted slowly from the kiss, but our fingers stayed wrapped around each other's.
"We need more pictures like that together." he whispered with a tiny little smile on his lips.

I nodded. "Definitely."

Later in the day, Trista was having a "welcome home" party for all of us which she had planned last minute. She said there would be lots of alcohol and cake. That was enough to get me to go over. Tony and I got ready to go and left our place around 8pm, getting there at 8:15pm. It was easy living right by my best friend. She had sent me a text saying earlier the front door was unlocked.

As we approached the door wearing casual clothes. Trista was never one to have super dressy parties. Tony held 2 bottles of wine we decided to bring over, my hand reached for the door knob. I opened it and took a step into Trista's house.

"Hey, Trista. Tony and I are- TRISTA!" I screeched as I covered my eyes to avoid seeing anymore skin that I needed to. Not her skin. I was used to seeing her naked.

Tony took a step into the house behind me and sighed, covering his eyes with the bottles of wine as he realized what was going on on the couch in the living room. "Dammit, Mike!"

"Uh, hey guys. Umm..." Mike muttered as he stood up, awkwardly pulling his pants up and scrambling around to look for his shirt.

I peeked through two fingers to see he was a little less naked than before. Still shirtless.

Trista sat on the couch and casually began to put her shirt back on.

"You have a room, Tris." I sighed as I took the bottles of wine from Tony and placed them on the counter in her kitchen. He then moved his hands to cover his eyes and faced away instead.

"My room's messy. Besides, it's my house. I can have sex on the couch if I want to." she laughed.

"Not when you have people on the way and say 'the door's open' to walk into that!" I sighed. I turned back around to see Mike and Trista dressed again sitting next to each other on the couch like nothing happened. I rolled my eyes. "Anyone else here yet?"

"Everyone's in the back, by the pool." Trista said as she pointed towards the glass sliding door.

I simply nodded and began to walk towards the door that led to the back and grabbed Tony's hand to take him with me. We walked through the door and noticed Vic, Jaime and Kellin were hanging out around a table... filled with drinks. I went right for it and tackled Vic since his back was facing me. He jumped a bit and then realized it was me.

"Heya, Rax." he greeted which turned everyone else's attention to me and Tony.

"Hey, Vic. Your brother has a very white ass." I let go of him and went right away to pour myself a drink into one of the plastic red cups.

"Wait. What?" Vic looked confused as he asked.

I took a shot of rum immediately and placed the cup back down onto the table. "Mike and Trista were like... banging on the couch when Tony and I walked in." I began to pour myself another shot into the cup.

Jaime and Kellin just started chuckling behind Vic.

"Better get used to it." Jaime chimed in.

I rolled my eyes and took the second shot out of the cup. I looked over to see Tony holding two beers in his hands from the cooler by our feet. He handed one to me and I smiled. "Thanks."

He smiled in return and opened his and began to drink it.

By about 10pm, everyone was extremely drunk. We had set up a table for beer pong and Trista had brought out her hookah which sat on a table by the chairs. Mike of course brought out his stash of weed which he couldn't bring to Europe and was rolling joints.

Tony and I played a round of beer pong against Vic and Kellin. Both teams had 1 cup left. Tony had the advantage since he was taller than all of us, but he was also extremely drunk. He aimed the small plastic ball as we all waited patiently to see who had to drink the last cup. As he threw it, it fell into the cup on Vic and Kellin's side and we had won.

"Nooo!" Kellin gave a dramatic defeat as he sank to his knees.

Vic handed Kellin the cup of beer and he still drank it without hesitation. "Don't mind if I do."

Tony and I highfived each other and he pulled me into a tight hug. I flung my arms over his shoulders and kissed his cheek as we celebrated our mini victory. He took a step back and then I realized we were falling. We splashed into the cold pool water holding each other. Dammit, Tony. He was clumsier than me sometimes. I gasped for air as I found my way back to the surface. Tony splashed his way to the surface as well, laughing as he pulled me back to him.

The water was seriously freezing, no matter how drunk I was. "This is how Jack and Rose must have felt when the Titanic sank." I shivered.

"Babe, it was filmed in a kiddy pool." He chuckled as he kissed my forehead.

I looked into his eyes and placed my hands on his cheeks, bringing our lips together for cold and wet kiss. I don't care who watched or that we were kissing in an ice cold pool. My fingertips rested on his jawline, holding the kiss.

He looked surprised at first, but then his eyes closed and I felt his body melt against mine and both of his hands grab at my lower back in the water, his fingers gripping at the material of my shirt.

His lips parted from mine for a moment. "I love you..." he whispered and his lips went back to kiss mine again.

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