We woke up in our hotel rooms, me feeling like I had just been hit by a ton of bricks, and Allie and Jay jumping all over the place in an extremely irritating fashion. We all got ready in our separate bathrooms, and bedrooms, all wearing our different colors, and such. When we got finished, and ate breakfast, we went out to the garage, hopped into Derek's large SUV, and headed off to Angela's apartment building. We pulled up, and examined it thoroughly. It was decently big, looked fairly new, probably only about four or five years old, and was bright red. Since we had an even number of people, six, we decided that since most of the apartments that we saw online were two bedrooms we would split into three groups, me and Allie, Jay and KC, and Derek and Jazz. We were hoping that we would all get an apartment in the same building, and we had checked this one out online. It was called Latrobe Apartments, and we really liked it.
We walked inside where a person that I will henceforth refer to as our 'tour guide', because she never told us her name, waiting for us. She was middle-aged, long brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Hey, I will be showing you around today, we have five apartments available, all in the range of three to four thousand dollars. One of them is on the first floor, the other is on the second, the third is on the fourth, another is on the fifth, and the last is on the eighth. If you'll just come with me we can look at them." We followed her to the left, through a hallway, and into an apartment on the first floor.
She unlocked it, and we followed her inside. It was nice, I'll tell you that. Even without the furniture in there, you could tell. It had beige walls, a fairly spacious living room, which had two doors on the sides that led to the bedrooms as we saw from the floor plan, and in the kitchen were granite counter tops. You could tell that as soon as the guys saw it, they fell in love. Their eyes lit up, and they wandered around the place, just admiring it. Finally, when they had taken a full tour of the place three times, they came back with huge smiles on their faces.
"We want this one." Derek said while Jazz nodded vigorously behind him.
"You guys sure?" I asked, but even before Jazz answered I knew what it would be.
"Oh, yeah, we do!" He exclaimed, asking tour guide how much it cost.
"Three thousand dollars." She stated with a rather fake smile on her face like she had done this way too many times.
"Can we afford this?" They asked worriedly. I did the math over in my head several times, and decided that on our new salary we should be able to afford it, and two more apartments.
"With some left over." I said, resulting in them grinning like there was no tomorrow, and fist-pumping. They signed some papers that tour guide handed them, and she declared the apartment their's.
By the end of the day, we all had apartments in that one building. We were about to exit the building when Angela walked in. She saw us, and immediately rushed over.
"Hey, guys! How did you like the apartments?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.
"We're your new neighbors!" KC said excitedly. She grinned, and hugged each of us in turn.
"Congratulations! Well, if you need any help moving in or anything let me know." She said, and walked to the elevator.
"Well, I guess we can tell our parents to send our bedroom crap. Now all we need are living room furniture, and a table and chairs." Jazz stated happily. We all nodded.
"'Kay, I'll call my mom, and tell her, and then she'll let everyone else know." I said, taking out my phone, and dialing my mom's number. She answered after the third ring.
"Hey, Sweetie, how you doing?" She asked happily.
"It's great, we each found apartments. Allie and I are sharing one, Derek and Jazz, and then Jay and KC. And, we got signed, and I met my long-lost biological brother." I said casually like this sort of thing happened every day.
"Really, that's great! When did you get signed?" She asked excitedly.
"Last night. Oh, and we performed for the president!" I said excitedly as well.
"You guys are great! So, since you found apartments I take it you need your bedroom furniture?" She asked. I could practically hear the smile in her face.
"Yes please." I said. The guys were sitting there watching me. I made a motion that said 'Look away', and thankfully, they got the message.
"Okay, we'll send them. Oh, and we're buying you living room furniture, and a table for your kitchen, and all that crap." She stated.
"No, Mom, I couldn't ask you to-" She cut me off.
"Yes, you can. Think of it as our congratulations gift for getting signed." I sighed. My mother was so stubborn.
"Thanks Mom. You're the best." She laughed.
"I know. It should be there in a couple of days." She said. I nodded even though I knew that she couldn't see me.
"'Kay, thanks. Well, I have to go. Love you, bye."
"Love you, too." I hung up after that.
"I have a feeling that our parents already bought us furniture. My mom said that it would be here in a couple of days."
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"Hello?" I asked. My phone had just went off and I picked it up.
"Hey, Sweetie. You need to get up and get ready. Your delivery truck will be at the apartment in about twenty minutes." I replied with a grunt and hung up. I got up off of the faded blue couch and walked over to KC's bed. I hit her with the pillow, waking her up. I did the same thing with Allie.
"Yo, guys, get up!" I yelled, banging my fist on the door connecting our room and the guy's room. I heard them groan, but get up anyways.
"Hey, where's Jay?" Allie asked, stretching and yawning. I looked around and realized that she wasn't there.
"I don't know." I said, yawning as well. I went to my suitcase and rifled through it. I came up with a black t-shirt and skinny jeans the same color as my hair.
I went into the bathroom, got dressed, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and brushed my teeth. By the time I went back out, I was semi-awake.
"Hello, sleepy heads!" Jay yelled, bursting through the door, fully dressed. Allie took her turn in the bathroom, but we all ignored Jay. I pulled on my pair of motorcycle boots and decided not to wear any jewelry.
"When do you guys start recording?" Jay asked. She looked like she had been awake for hours.
"On Monday." KC replied with a yawn. Yeah, we weren't morning people; still aren't.
"Why did you wake us up so early?" Ten o' clock was insanely early for us. Unfortunately, we had to get up very early quite frequently. Anyways, Jazz and Derek walked into the room, also fully dressed and yawning.
"Because we have to move into our apartments." Allie said, coming out of the bathroom and letting KC in. They shrugged and dropped onto the couch.
"Okay, come on." KC said a couple of minutes later after coming out of the bathroom and walked straight through the door. We followed her down to the garage and into the car.
I got into the driver's seat and got us in front of the apartment just as the delivery truck pulled up. We got out at the same time and walked over to them.
"Hey, are you The Forgotten Dreams? The lady told us to ask for them." One of the very large, burly men asked, looking at a clipboard.
"Yeah, I'm KC and these are Danny, Allie, Derek, Jazz, and Jay." KC introduced us.
"I'm Frank and that's Harry. What's your apartment numbers?" They asked.
"Well, ours is 1D, there's is 5D," Jazz said pointing to me and Allie, "and there's is 8C." He said, pointing to Jay and KC. They nodded.
"Well, your mom," Harry said, pointing to me, "put your names on your separate furniture." We all laughed while they looked at us confused.
"That's exactly something my mom would do." I explained as they just stared at us as if we were crazy, which we probably were.
We started carrying stuff into our various apartments. Six hours later, mine and Allie's apartment had all of its furniture in it. We just had to move it around and unpack the boxes. Someone knocked on the door.
"Enter at your own risk!" I yelled, facing the living room, trying to decide where we should've put the couch.
"Hello, ladies. Hodgins is downstairs helping Jasper and Derek and Angela is upstairs helping Jay and KC." I turned to see Vincent standing there in jeans and a white t-shirt. It looked amazingly different from his usual attire. It was sort of disconcerting, but cute nonetheless.
"Hey, Vincent. You didn't have to come and help us." Allie said, looking through a box with her name on it. Apparently, it was her billion guitar picks. Seriously, she has about thirty of those things.
"Oh, it's no problem. I had nothing to do today and when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to come to help." He said, smiling.
"Well, okay then! Allie, Motley Crue, Dr. Feelgood!" I demanded. She nodded and turned to our iHome which had my iPod plugged in, and played my selection.
"Did you know-" Vincent started.
"If it's about Motley Crue then she probably does." Allie stated. His face fell and he looked a little defeated.
"Yo, Vincenzo, get your butt over here and help me move this couch!" I called over to him, gesturing to our new couch which was a loveseat, gray, and so very soft. He brightened and came over to help me. We moved it against the left wall, put a glass coffee-table opposite, and then our TV on top of that.
All we had left to do was unpack our clothes and other small items and I wasn't about to let Vincent help me with that. We plopped down on the loveseat while Allie disappeared out the door.
"I'm going to check on Jay and KC. Don't do anything that I would do!" She called with a wink.
"What-"
"Don't ask." I interrupted him. He looked like he was about to say something, but thought better of it and shut his mouth.
"So, how's the case coming along?" I asked curiously.
"Well, the person we thought to be a woman turned out to be a man. Apparently, before he was a she, he was a preacher with a wife and son, but left them to become a woman. Then, she had a boyfriend." He explained.
"Well, that's odd. At least you found out who it was." I said. He nodded.
"So, how's the band coming along?" He asked. I smiled, as I did every time asked about the band.
"You mean since yesterday? It's been amazing. We start recording on Monday and then we get to pick out what songs to do music videos for. I'm thinking Welcome To The Black Parade and Misery Business." I said with this huge grin on my face that he reflected. Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones came on.
"Good choices. You like the Stones?" He asked, jerking his thumb toward the iHome.
"Oh, yeah. I love all those classic rock bands. In our earlier days, all the covers that we did were of classic rock bands. The Stones, Beatles, KISS, Motley Crue, Alice Cooper, all of the above." He hadn't spouted one fact and that was beginning to make me worried.
"Cool." He just became quiet after that, like he was thinking about something. I sighed.
"Okay, you haven't told me one fact today. What's up?" I asked, a little annoyed. I had become accustomed to his facts and I was sort of missing them. Plus, it worried me.
"I'm just a little worried. I don't think that I'm meeting Dr. Brennan's expectations." He said worriedly. I scooted closer to him and put my arm around him.
"Don't worry. Besides Dr. Brennan, you're the best forensic anthropologist I've ever met." I said, hoping to console him.
"Exactly how many forensic anthropologists have you met?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You and Dr. Brennan. But, don't worry about it. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, we needed to find a manager. We found one and he was really good at what he did, but he never complimented us on how we did. Eventually, one day after we played our first show on our first opening tour, he told us that we did good. Eventually, we got signed. See where I'm going with this?"
"Are you saying that if I keep doing good, Dr. Brennan will compliment me and then I'll become a great anthropologist?" He asked.
"No. We were a great band even if our manager never said so, so therefore I'm saying that you're currently a great anthropologist even if Dr. Brennan doesn't say so. Eventually, she'll compliment you and then you'll become one of the best at what you do." I explained, more in-depth. He nodded in understanding.
"Thanks, Danny. That was really nice." He said, smiling at me. He kissed my cheek in thanks, causing me to blush.
"No problem. I'm the queen of pep-talks." I said, calmer than I felt. He smiled again.
"So, what's your original hair color?" He asked, gesturing to my hair. I laughed a little bit.
"I'm naturally dirty blonde. I dyed my hair when I was sixteen, right when the band formed. Before that, it was dyed black." I said.
"Did you know that titanium screws used in bone reconstruction weren't introduced until the mid sixties?" He asked, finally spouting one of those factoids that I had come to know and love. I just laughed.
"No, I didn't. Tell me more." I commanded; he happily obliged. He spent the next twenty minutes filling my head with a small part of his vast knowledge.
Suddenly, a thought popped into my head, "I want a guinea pig." He looked at me questioningly.
"Why a guinea pig?"
"Because, they're cute and small and cuddly and bigger than hamsters which get out of their cages easily," just then, Allie walked in, "Allie, can we get a guinea pig?" I asked with puppy dog eyes, leaning on the arm of the couch, hands held under my chin.
"Sure. You're going to have to go by yourself, because I'm going to go shoe shopping with Jay and KC. If you want to come, you can." I shook my head and told her that I had more than enough shoes. She nodded and left. I turned back to Vincent.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course. I love small animals." He stated.
"Well, come on then!" I said, picking up my backpack and walking out the door, Vincent following me.
"To the pet store!" We started walking to the pet store that was, fortunately, just down the street. We walked through the front door and to the rodent section.
"Did you know that the biggest rodent in the world is the capybara?" I laughed, bending down to look at the bottom cages where the guinea pigs were. Immediately, I saw a light brown one with dark brown spots. I pointed to her.
"I want that one! I'm going to name it Cookie!" I said, waving over the closest employee. He got her out.
"Hey, you're Danny Sweets. My twelve year old daughter has a crush on your bassist and my thirteen year old son has a crush on your singer." He stated, handing Cookie over to me.
"Well, tell them that I said that I'm sure that Jazz and KC would appreciate it." He nodded and walked away. I held Cookie up for Vincent to look at her.
"She's quite adorable." He stated. I nodded, nuzzling her with my cheek. We got the rest of the stuff that I needed and left.
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"Oh, Lord, I'm beat!" I told Sweets after I arrived at the Jeffersonian to hang out. It had been the first day of recording. We had recorded one song, and started on another. We walked around a corner.
"I would imagine so. You all obvious-" He stopped as we neared the main platform, and heard Dr. Brennan say Danny.
"I know that I normally don't talk to my interns about personal matters, but I've been quite curious about this for sometime. Do you like Danny as more than a friend, as Angela had told me to phrase such things?" I stopped Sweets. We stood peering over Hodgins's little working station, looking up at Dr. Brennan and Vincent.
"What? No, what makes you think that? That's just-that's just ridiculous!" Vincent exclaimed, his voice going two octaves higher. That certainly boosted my confidence. Insert sarcasm here. Sweets looked over at me.
"Booth told me that when people's voices get higher than usual that means that they're lying." Truth be told, I liked Vincent too. He was the first in a long time who didn't immediately ask me out because of my fame, and he was sweet, charming, smart, all of the above. Plus, he had that lost puppy look that I loved so much.
"Um, maybe a little bit. But, if you don't mind me asking, why do you care?" He asked. I couldn't see his face but I knew him well enough that he had that confused look on his face.
"Well, Booth says that I should try and connect more with my interns. And, seeing as how you're the only intern available to me at the moment, I'm starting with you." She said, looking at what I had learned was the mandible.
"Well, thank you for your concern, but I don't even know if she feels the same towards me. What I meant was, why are you concerned with our nonexistent relationship?" He asked, making himself a little more clear.
"Well, quite frankly, I don't think that she's good enough for you." Sweets and I stood there, our mouths agape. I looked up at her, offended.
"What makes you think that she isn't good enough for me?" He asked, his tone portraying surprise. Most likely that Dr. Brennan was showing that amount of concern for him.
"Well, I think that you deserve someone who is intelligent. She is smart in some aspects, but not on your level, which is what I think you deserve. And, she's basically a twenty-three year old child." Sweets's mouth has still hanging open, but I was glaring at the floor.
"Well, she is quite smart, and quite talented. She is also immature, I admit, but that's one of the things I love about her. She's the most amazing woman I've met in quite a while." He said. I looked back up toward him, my mouth hanging open again, but this time it was in awe. He had stood up for me. He had stood up for me!
"Well, if that's how you feel then I'm quite happy for you." She said, looking back down at the skull. Sweets and I walked onto the platform after he swiped his card. They looked up at us, Vincent a little worried.
"Um, did you just-" He started.
"Yeah. We heard everything. Thank you for standing up for me, Vincent. That was the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. And, Dr. Brennan?" She looked at me curiously. "I understand that to earn your respect you most likely have to have an IQ of 150 or over, but... I'm not completely sure where I'm going with this, but I respect you, so I would appreciate it if you could... I don't know, I guess appreciate the fact that I may not be the smartest person around, but I'm doing something great and that makes other people happy." I said hopefully.
"Oh, yes, you make other people very happy. I do respect that. I do happen to like The Forgotten Dreams, you all are quite talented. I especially like your song Famous Last Words. It's quite inspiring." She said, going back to her skeleton. "Mr. Nigel-Murray, if you would like to speak to Danny you may go." Vincent took his gloves off, and followed me off the platform. We walked to the cafeteria, and we sat down at a table.
"So, I understand if you don't like me the same way I like you-" I cut him off.
"Oh, Vincent. Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. So insecure. I do like you." I smiled, laughing. He smiled as well.
"Did you know couples' personalities converge over time to make partners more and more similar?" He blurted out. I laughed a little bit. "I did not mean to say that."
"It's okay. Like you like the fact that I'm a twenty-three year old child, I like how you blurt out facts all the time. So, does that mean that you're going to become sarcastic and I'm going to spout a billion facts a minute?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"Maybe."
A/N: There was something I was going to ask you guys but I forgot what it was. However, I myself am now learning how to play the guitar. My best friend Faith said that when we're in a band together I can be lead guitarist. Rhythm guitar is more important than lead. When I told her that, she said that she knew. I asked her if that was why she wanted be rhythm and she said yep. Message from faith: I RULE!