Nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain
When you're in outer space
When you're in outer space
- 5SOS -
*****
# Luke's POV
Tick. Tick. Tick.
I'm listening to the chatter sound of the raindrops hitting the window as I lean on them. It's calming to just watch the rain and listen to its lulling voice; like you're in a different time and place; when I'm here contemplating of life, of everything and nothing at the same time. Wondering about places and times. It's a nice distraction from the hectic hell I've been through the past few days. It's not that I hate it, but it'll be damn nice if I could have a small break.
I love my job. I love to play with the boys that I'd like to call brothers now and share those moments with all of our fans. I've been dreaming to reach this state for a long time, and believe me when I say that it was not easy. But when I finally did it, I could't believe it. All the dreams come true. All of my effort paid off.
I still can't wrap my head around it sometimes. Man, just one hell of luck.
It's not that we're just sitting around playing guitar, and BAM, we got the contracts. Not at all. But in a country where you have to pay for every drop of water, it was not an easy task for you to get noticed. And to be given the contracts for a chance of getting billions of dollars, luck also plays a part in it.
I might sound cocky, but hell, I'm proud of my achievements, proud of my brothers. And for all of the good things we gain, there's price to pay. In my case, it's not a small price. But I won't change it for the world.
***
"Luke, man, let's get the hell out of here! I'm bored out of my mind. Fuck. I'm going to lose my mind if I stay here for another hour." Alex barges in to my room. The fucker got no manners.
"Go away. I'm not in the mood." I answer lazily.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling so tired lately, and it's getting worse every day. I feel that I miss out on something important. I lost it without even finding what it was. I feel so trapped and restless. It's like I need to find a way out.
I feel like I need to do something—to find anything to bring back the spirit I once had and give more to people who have always supported our band to no end. I don't feel I did enough to deserve this. It's not enough. Not anymore.
"Oh, come on! I've got no one beside you. Jack and Sammy's gone already. God knows where Dylan went to. I'm going out of my mind staying in this house for days!" Alex whines, pulling his hair at the same time. I want to pull my hair too.
"You're such a whiny dork. Why don't you just text Jack and go join him? I really am not in the mood." I turn my head back to watch the rain. I don't think I have the energy to put on a mask today.
"You're never in the mood. What happened to you? You sound like a kid who did not get a present on Christmas." he says nonchalantly. I shoot him a death glare. Like the fucker he is, he continues, "Beside, I'm not going to let that dimwit mock me again for trailing his ass. Not a chance." He pouts and crosses his hand. Acting all bossy with me.
I just stare at him. Does he ever listen to himself talking? He really has no sense of self-consciousness. Talking without thinking. I wonder how girls fall for his bullshit. They probably don't know the actual truth until it's too late. Poor them.
When he realized that I don't give two shits about his problem, he started to give me his puppy dog stare and shed his unseen tears. That would work on girls. Not me. I'm not that cheap. What the actual fuck?
I can see the cobweb in his brain turning crazily, trying to come up with a reason.
Heh. I snicker with disdain. What are you going to do now, fucker?
"Come on, man, you're the only brother I can count on. You know the manager won't let me go alone now. You also know it's necessary for me to get some fresh air. You will not let me down right, bro?" He's using his ultimate weapon. He got that one point right.
God, he is so annoying sometimes I wonder how I can put up with him all these years. He knows I cannot say no to that. After what happened back then, he knows we've been really careful about letting him go out unaccompanied.
Damn it. This night just went downhill way too fast, and it's barely 8. I rub my face tiredly.
"Alright, I'll go, but on one condition." I need to set the bar for troublemaker, lest he bring more problems to solve. I don't need that right now.
"Anything you want, Lead. We will rock the world tonight!" He already walked out of my room in an instant before I even say my piece. What a dumbass.
Yeah, turns out I'm rather cheap.
"No chicks involved. And we'll be home before midnight!" I yell at him from where I sit. He better listen. Or he will be a dead meat before he even finishes spelling chick.
"Let's see how the night end, baby," He shouts back from the hallway, then cackling like a retard.
Shit. I can smell trouble cooking now. The plan to 'stay out of trouble' goes out of the window.
"Go change! Don't let me play dress up with you." He adds teasingly before closing his door.
"Fucktard!"
His laughs booming from his room to mine, triggering memories of the past. My lips curl in disgust. Once is enough for me to understand what a disaster his styling is for my taste. I should've known; he will never get things right. God forbid him to act like a real adult and not give everyone a headache every time.
I pick up my phone from the small coffee table and ring Dylan's number to tell him to head off to our usual place and hang out for a few hours. It's better to stick together to avoid unnecessary trouble. Heaven knows we've had enough problems to last us a lifetime.
It's been awhile since the five of us have fun with ourselves. Two weeks have passed since that accident, so I guess it'll be fine to let off some steam for a few hours.
So yeah, let's have some fun.
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Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it's taking over all the time.
-Evanescence-
***
#Jean's POV
"Shower's done, mama K. Now what next?" I ask Kylen while sitting on my swivel chair.
I love this chair. I can move around the room faster while I sit on it. It is so much easier when you have a lot of work that needs to be done but are too tired to get your bottom up. It has a soft pad on the headrest and a thick cushion to sit on. It's so comfortable you wouldn't feel like your bottom crumpled after sitting for hours.
That's the main reason I bought it. Smart girl, that is me.
"Oh no, you're not sitting on that chair." Kylen starts, "I know how you love that chair, but it's not going to help me get your make-up done. You don't want to look like you just got punched in the face before being dragged and slayed by some samurai in the rain, do you?" She explains more when I'm about to protest.
I roll my eyes. She is so over the line sometimes.
"No samurai is going to come to punch nor slay me over, K. What will the guy get over that?" I look over to Beth who giggles softly, and I feel myself start to grin.
"That's not what I mean, J." Kyle shoots a glare at me, "Just sit here. You already agreed to go so, you need to follow the rules." That doesn't sound good.
"And what rules we're talking about here?" I tilt my head curiously. I don't remember talking about any rules.
"You, as the birthday girl, need to do what we're telling you to do and wear what we choose; no refusal is allowed. As in return, we will provide all the things you need for the day." She says smugly, sounds too proud to make me uncomfortable in turn.
What is this dreadful feeling? It sounds like she's trying to make me do something troublesome.
"I don't remember agreeing to all those things." I squint my eyes accusingly at her. Do I skip time when we talk about rules?
"You said you'd go, so that's enough to seal the deal. And you," She turns her glare to Beth, who starts to laugh out loud, "You should be helping me out here. We need a lot of hands to do some miracle to this young lady over here and we only have a little time left."
Wow. Thanks for the kind words, Kylen. I glare at her. How unsightly ugly am I really?
Where's the love and support I talk about before?
"Yes, ma'am." Beth gives a salute and starts rummaging over her make-up bag.
I shoot a disbeliving look at Beth. Really, Beth?
Ugh. Whatever.
"Are you going to put all of that to my face?" Looking at the big bag of makeup wearily, I suddenly have an urge to draw back and cancel tonight's plan.
I'm the sunscreen and lipgloss kind of girl. It's not that I hate makeup, and I don't say that it's bad either. I just don't have the time and money to do it.
Make-up and dressing up sounds like luxury items to me. I'll choose books over make-up anytime. Kylen's the one who always pushes me and offers to get me one, but I always say no. Why bother to buy one if you have no time to use one? It's wasteful on so many levels.
Beth looks at me apologetically. Kylen just hums a song suspiciously with her back to me. What exactly is inside that big duffel bag?
I squint my eyes to try to sneak a peek inside, but without my glasses, I can only obtain a few blurry images. How unfortunate.
"Let's just get this over with." I say with a defeat. Might as well get it started. No use to cry over spilled milk.
Fun now sounds so far away.
***
"How much longer do we need to finish? It's been decades." I mumble moodily, annoyed that they don't even let me open my eyes to witness what they've been doing.
After the ice breaks and the mountain moves, I found the courage to voice my annoyance again. It feels like a thousand years have passed and I start to get a neck cram.
Really, what's the deal here? It's not like I'm going to walk down the red carpet or something. I was just going to... okay, I don't even know where. We will go there, sit cozily and vibing happily. Why so much effort?
I just don't understand. Where are we going to hang out?
"Shut up. Just a little bit more. And it's not even an hour has passed, smartass." Kylen answers distractedly while doing my hair.
"Really?" It sure feels like a very long time ago to me.
Before I can muster another complaint, Beth comes up to me with a loose long-sleeve turtleneck blouse full of sequins, It's practically shining; my eyebrows shoot to the roof. Okay. It's alright, I guess.
Then, as if not quite satisfied with my reaction, she turns it around so I can see the back side. My eyes widen with foreboding feeling slithered up my spine.
"Wow." I breathe out. I sound fascinated. No, I am dazzled. I'm too shocked to say anything. Those sparkling things sure are blinding me. I mean, is that wearable? Doesn't look like one to me.
It's a beautiful blouse, honestly. It's a turtleneck with long sleeves, cute. The cuffs filled with small beads that scattered randomly; they sparkled under the light; awesome. But from the middle down, it's made of sheer that falls down nicely. Everything's fine until this part.
The reason to not like it? Well, it's bloody red. But the best part? It has a split right in the middle, with a measly string to tie it up. It's enough to freak me out. So, as beautiful as it is, I won't wear them. Not on my free will.
"Told you she'll love it." Kylen speaks smugly.
"Well, I won't say I love it, though." I want to say more but hold it after I see the look on Beth's face.
Beth looks like she would go panicked, and I don't have the heart to hurt her. I appreciate her works, but can it be a bit more conservative? It must be Kylen's doing that makes it so... immodest? Too much skin exposure to my liking.
"What? It's long sleeves and not a skimpy shit. And it's shining red!" Kylen practically shoves the shirt to my face, like I need to see closer to like it. And since when do I like red? She's the one who likes red, not me.
"It's a see-through, and got a hole in them!" I argue stubbornly, "Also, are you trying to get me to catch pneumonia? It's January for Godsakes!" I look at the back of the shirt drive my point. The splits start from the neck, until only a little inch from my rear. It'll be a miracle if I don't flash my boobies bobbity to the world by the end of the night.
"Oh, come on!" Kylen snaps. "You are 21, J. Show a little skin is understandable. Stop being Miss Prim and Proper for a night. You wear shorts when you run every morning, so what's the big deal in wearing a shirt with a little split in them?" She argues back fervently.
She makes it sounds like I run half naked with only shorts on. No. It's a hoodie and a short that reached my knees, can it compared to this blouse?
"Small split that will practically show all my back! Only my boobies covered; thanks for considering that by the way." Sarcasm drips from my words like honey.
"Think of that as my generosity, J." She smirks, "Now just put that on and we will be ready to go." She says while giving me my pants and shoes for the night.
She commands like a general preparing her soldier to go to war. Apparently, I'm the soldier that'll die on that war, from pneumonia nonetheless.
A pair of black leather pants and a pair of laced-up black ankle boots with 5-inch heels. As if I need another boost to my height. Well, at least the pants cover my rear, or I'm going to scream bloody murder.
After I change clothes, I couln't stop the chills that spread from the back to my head. I feel like I shouldn't move too much or I would be on the news tomorrow for promoting nudish in the city. That would be ironic.
"Goodness..." I groan grumpily, "What's with you and holes?"
"You and hotness, baby." She winks at me and pushes me to the front of the full-length mirror near the front door.
Okay. Take a deep breath.
I talk myself into this, having fun and living my life. I need to start to act on it. I open my eyes slowly to see how this outfit actually looks on me. And what I see in the mirror left me baffled. Is that really me?
Man, I still can't believe it. I could look this good? My brown eyes look much lighter with a cat eye's eyeliner. My cheeks blush in pink and my lips in deep red. Then I realized this is the ultimate power of make up.
Wow. Kylen really has a talent in this thing; I need to gave her some credits. After staring at myself a little more and memorizing this look in my mind, I walk back the short walk to my bedroom. Kylen and Beth already changed their outfits too.
"Let's just put your hair up in a bun like you usually do, J." Kylen starts to push me to sit back again before I can utter a word.
We are not done yet?
"This will show your backside in perfect view." She explains more when I look at her questioningly, "They can see but can't touch it. Believe me, that'll do wonders to guys." She sounds more and more funny. I'm not sold for that reason, Lady.
As if.
"You don't need to convince me, Kyl. I have no choice whatsoever. Remember the rules you were talking about earlier?" I remind her with an attitude, "Beside, you know I don't like to attract attention." I bite my lips to stop myself from saying anything more. I don't want to remember something painful from the past tonight.
Yes, I'm a freak for not liking attention from other people, not even a guy I like. I'm polite and yet distant. Some people call me cold and arrogant. I don't trust people easily. I'm not letting anyone near me over the line I draw, except these two people.
"I'm sorry, Jane. I promise I will stick to your waist all night long!" She hugs me, and Beth coming to give me double hugs.
"Me too. You'll need to slice me if you want to get free!" Beth just really has the best moment to make me cry. I love these girls.
"Now cut the crying pit, we don't want to ruin your makeup. My masterpiece." Kylen says proudly.
"Yes, ma'am." Now I'm the one who gives the salute. Kylen and Beth laugh out loud.
"Let's go rock the world, baby!" Kyle shouts cheekily. I just shake my head and start to walk to my door after putting my phone inside my purse. Locking the door, I wish myself good luck.
I really need a bucket full of luck and bravery tonight.
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