say shortly.
I couldn’t have been gone for more than a few hours. What has this woman done? I have been with these guys for years and not once have they applied mud masks or painted their nails. Not even when they’re offered the luxury from a high-end upscale spa.
I turn around to head into the hallway to enter my room and I collide with Lals.
“How did you make that happen?” I say , while nodding my head to the living room. Thinking a pleasant conversation will help keep this away from our earlier fiasco.
She starts laughing . “It was actually really easy. They have no idea that I plan on taking pictures of them and posting it on every single social media website that I can think of. They ate all of our food, went shopping, and conned me into agreeing that I would make dinner for them.” She pauses to take a breath. “Little did I know that the recipe they wanted me to make was unreal. I mean, who adds fucking fish to lasagna?”
I shake my head, I’ve heard of this one before. She continues. “They even bought the fish. Tilapia, actually. They really thought I would make it! It’s not like they would have eaten it anyway. I mean, who wastes money on food that they don’t even plan on eating?”
“Lals, they’ve done this countless times to people. They really do eat it, and that’s after begging someone to make it. If I didn’t know them better and know of their habits, I would think that they had planned to eat all of our food just to have you make it for them.” I start laughing.
It never fails. One of the reasons, if given a choice to change band members, or fuck to trade friends, I would say hell no. They keep shit fun. When life has your back against the wall and you don’t think you can go on any longer, they are there holding their hands out.
I can’t count on all of my fingers and toes the times I have fallen into the deepest depth of despair, unwilling and unable to crawl out , and they’ve forced me to. I don’t think I can say it enough, these guys’ aren’t just friends or fucking bandmates, they are family.
That being said, I am being one of the biggest dicks to Ryan and he has no idea. I have to suck my shitty ass emotions up and move the fuck on.
Layla is still laughing about the scene that is still ongoing in the living room.
“Lals, I was thinking of going out tonight with the guys, are ya down?” It wouldn’t be fair of me to exclude her, seeing as how she spends almost all of her free time with us anyway.
“Sure, I think I’d like that. Also, there was something I wanted to mention. Nat called me earlier. She wants us to stop over for dinner within the next couple of days. I know the last few days haven’t been that great for you and I wanted to run it by you before I RSVP’d your invitation.” She states, with her eyebrows drawn in a concerned fashion.
“Sure,” I say , brushing off her pity. “I’m going to ask the guys if they want to go. I’m positive they’ll say yes to anything.”
“Alright, well I’ll make something that isn’t fish lasagna and then get ready. Make sure they’ll still want to stay for dinner.”
“Alright.”
I turn around and head back into the living room . The guys are seated right where I left them.
“Hey, I was thinking we could all go out tonight. We’ll have Layla , so you all better behave, somewhat.”
“Fuck Yeah!” Gage jumps on board.
“Does this mean I can’t get laid tonight?” Jason asks.
“I just said behave . You know, not getting raving drunk to the point of needing someone else to take care of you. What the hell kind of question is that?” I ask.
“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t have to abstain just because a girl i s going out with us. Might I add that it’s also a first.”
“I’m in.” Zepp adds quietly.
“Just so you know, though, you are all going back to your own beds. No one is crashing here.”
“Do n’t worry.” They say in unison.
“Also, Lals is refusing to