Sean was awake before Mark, and, well- he'd soon found out that Mark really liked to pull things into his chest while he slept. This particular thing had been- well, Sean. Sean's chest was pressed firmly into Mark's with some sort of- death-grip. He liked it, though. He felt so warm- and just, comfortable. He hadn't cuddled like this with someone since he was in Ireland, with his ex- except she never felt this warm. Or buff, but he was sort of glad about that last part- He took this time to.. well, sort of admire Mark. He looked so different when he was asleep- that snarky grin off his face, replaced by a relaxed, almost peaceful look. The way his eyes and lips would twitch every so often, and his lips would part to let out a huff of air- it was beautiful, in a way. If he was an artist, he'd draw a painting of this- just to hang and admire. He smiled softly at the thought. Sean wondered if he looked this nice when he was sleeping.. he hoped so.
It wasn't too long before those eyelids fluttered open, focusing- oh, Sean. Mark gave a small smile, and went to sit up but- soon realized his mishap. His legs were tangled inbetween Sean's and his arms were wrapped pretty firmly around the other's back- He pulled himself away and sat up, giving a chuckle. "Oh. Sorry about that, man. I didn't realize- I do this a lot, ha." Sean sat up, too. Wow- Mark's morning voice was almost as mesmerizing as his singing voice. Almost. Sean gave a little bite to his lip at that, then a shrug. "Don't matter none ta me. S'not like you were humpin' me or somethin'- jus' put yer arms round me." Mark gave a little laugh, pushing his black fringe out of his eyes. "You never know, man. I totally could have humped you and you wouldn't even know it." Sean just laughed, scrunching his nose up in displeasure. "Yer gross, man." Mark replied with a laugh and a gentle elbow to Sean's ribs. When the two finally decided to get out of bed it was nearly two in the afternoon. They headed to the kitchen, where Sean prepared a kettle of coffee. Mark pushed himself up onto the counter to sit and kick his feet. Sean just looked over with a little laugh, raising his eyebrows. "Y'look like a little kid, man- s'funny t'look at, honestly." Mark just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Just havin' fun." Sean just rolled his eyes and carried on with what he was doing.
It wasn't until Monday did they start asking around for people to join their band- I mean, Mark said he had loads of connections- and he did. He even handed out fliers to all the band and choir students. Auditions would be held on Friday after school. They decided they'd do it at Sean's place, since he lived alone and had the drumkit there. When Friday came along there was- at least 20 people in Sean's living room. It was overwhelming. It was crazy. It was- It was fucking awesome! They got through about 10 or so auditions when a particularly great guitar player finally caught their eye- or, well, their ears. His name was Danny and- he was a fucking beast at guitar. He was, without a doubt, their new guitarist. After about 3 more auditions, they found their bassist. Once everyone was thanked for coming and shooed out- well, Mark and Sean basically jumped for joy. This was Sean's dream come true- he was in a band. He just hopes all goes well- then it's off to L.A. for them! He couldn't wait.
