Chapter 4: While These Visions Did Appear
Xoxox JJ's POV xoxox
6:00 AM MORNING OF MEETING FROM HELL
It's six in the morning and as always I am the first one up. The girls would sleep all day if they could. They are the night owls and I am the early bird, which is good cause then they can have their coffee as soon as they get up. Life around here would be hell if they didn't, scary shit.
Is it bad that I am really excited for this morning? I feel bad for Andi cause she is so nervous, and I feel bad for Tasha cause she has to deal with the fact that her best friend has been keeping something kinda big from her for a while, but at the same time there are going to be six extremely hot extremely fit and yes extremely straight guys in my home very soon, but what ever I'm excited.
6:05 AM MORNING OF MEETING FROM HELL
I got up and made coffee, delicious.
All I had to do now was wait.
And luckily I didn't have to wait long.
Xoxox Andi's POV xoxox
6:15 AM MORNING OF MEETING FROM HELL
It was six fifteen and I couldn't fall back asleep. I am so nervous. This is insane, I have dug myself into this hole it is time I dig myself out. Lets just hope that the rest of the digging does not involve Tasha and any sort of weapon. Talk about scary.
I walked into the kitchen still in my optimums prime pajamas from last night with no intention to change. There is something about pajamas that makes you feel safe, and I would take any illusion of safety that I could this morning.
JJ was sitting at the bar in the kitchen drinking coffee just looking out the window across from him. I got a cup for myself and took a seat next to him. I failed at trying to make myself seem as calm and serene as he did at that moment. And being JJ he could read me like a book without even looking at me.
"Stop it. Stop right now." I turned my head to look at JJ; he was still looking out the window. "You no longer have any control over anything that is going to happen this morning so just suck it up babe. You love Oliver and you love Natasha. Natasha and Oliver both love you. No matter what happens in the next few hours they will still love you, so just take a deep breath finish your coffee and chill out.
"You're right. I know you are and I hate you for that, but thank you." I leaned my head onto his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around mine.
"I may not have known you very long but darling I know you better than the people that have because you and Tasha have let me into your lives and I am forever grateful for that, that and you are shaking. A blind monkey would know that you are nervous."
I shoved his arm, still appreciating everything that he said. "Thanks J, and we love you, even when you are excited about something that we are dreading just because there is going to be loads for hot guys there. You are pretty easy to read too, but only to us."
Xoxox General POV xoxox
6:30 AM MORNING OF MEETING FROM HELL
As JJ and Andi were talking in the kitchen the alarm for Tasha's cell phone was going off in her room.
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the street. And when you're gone we want to know it all. We'll carry on.
She had unknowingly shut off the alarm before My Chemical Romance could get to the second line of the chorus of Welcome to the Black Parade. She never woke up. She never realized that she would be late for one of Oliver's team meetings. And she never realized the owl that swooped in and left an old quill on her bedside table. She slept on.
Xoxox Andi's POV xoxox
6:45 AM MORNING OF MEETING FROM HELL
As JJ and I continued to stare out the window there was a buzz that came from the speaker by the elevator. Rushing to the intercom I pressed the button and greeted our guest.
"Hello?" I asked while pressing the button in.
"Andi? It's Oliver." He responded, I wonder why he was so early. "I came early to make sure I was here before any of the players got here." Well that answers that question.
"Alright I'll buzz you up. The port keys are set to go straight to the stairs outside our door so they will only have to knock. You don't think that they will get confused will they? When they end up coming out of the port key in a stair well rather then in the loft itself. I was trying to make it less awkward. And that way there is less chance of them breaking something on the landing, you know how tricky those landings can–"
I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I jumped.
"Ow! Babe that hurt." I turned around to see Oliver holding his nose.
"Oh I am so sorry Oliver. But to be honest that is what you get for standing behind me and scaring the crap out of me." I said as I pried his hands away form his face to make sure I didn't break his nose.
"Count your self lucky Oliver, you should have seen what she did to the last person who tried to sneak up on her. From what I here he is still in the hospital, breathing through a tube." JJ had joined our little greeting party by this point. "Good morning, I am Jason, but you can call me JJ, everyone does. Then again" he said as his eyes raked Oliver's body up and down, "you can call me just about anything as long as you are screaming it."
I turned to JJ and stared in disbelief. Then I went after him and tackled him onto the couch and started hitting him over the head. "Dude, no hitting on my boyfriend, so not cools." I got off of JJ and went back to Oliver's side. "That is JJ, as he said, he is my room mate, and you can here by ignore any and all sexual comment that come out of his mouth. He was born with out a filter between his brain and his mouth. Tragic tale really."
Oliver turned to JJ and held out his hand. "I am Oliver, and I am in a monogamous relationship with you lovely room mate, sorry, I can however suggest to you our team trainer, Anthony Minetto, he seems to have the same taste in sexual flavoring as you and also seems to have the same 'filter' problem as you. I'll give you his number before I leave today."
It was at that point that JJ and I lost it. We of course could not tell Oliver of the hilarity of the situation yet, however I did get away with an "I will tell you later, I promise," to get him to drop the topic before all the other players showed up.
6:59 AM MORNIGN OF MEETING FROM HELL
Then they all arrived.
At the same time.
Five boys and an old quill were lying in the stair well outside of our loft.
A rather amusing site to say the lease.
"So," I turned to Oliver asking, "Who are we missing?" Knowing the answer was lying in bed down the hall.
"Just our seeker, Neilson, doesn't really surprise me though, she is late for everything." He turned to his team, well what I didn't know of his team and began to introduce them to me.
"Alright team, this is Andi, my girlfriend," I blushed as he said this. "Introduce yourselves, name, position, you know the drill."
Starting off the introductions was a British guy with a strong accent. "'Ello, Lucas Andrews, call me Luke. I'm a chaser, I am 24 and I am currently engaged to be married to Nick's Swedish model of a sister, she just doesn't know it yet."
To his right stood a guy who now looked like he wanted to punch Luke in the face. "Hi," he started off with another thick accent, "I'm Nicholas Webster, but you can call me Nick, I am also a chaser, 22 and now currently in the business of keeping any and all of my team mates away from my big sister."
Webster, where do I know that name? "Wait, is your sister Natilia Webster, by any chance?"
"Yeah why?" he asked turning his attention from Luke back to me.
"I have worked with her before, she has been on our cover before. Gorgeous really. Anyway, next." I said turning to the next person in the makeshift line.
"Lionel or just Nel Stewart, 22, chaser single, best friend of Mr. Dictionary over there."
"Oh, good with nick names, I this one." I said off handedly to Oliver. The others laughed. Well at least they think I'm funny. Maybe this morning won't be as bad as I thought. But then again Tasha isn't up yet is she.
Turning to the final two I noticed that they were twins, nearly identical and looked like they were falling asleep where they stood.
"Christopher and Columbus Franco." Said the first.
"Chris and Bus, work as well." Said the second.
"Our mother thought she was being clever." First again.
"She wasn't. We are beaters, and position, up against a wall would have to be my favorite."
"Nice."
I laughed. Everyone else just rolled their eyes. "I think I'll just call you thing one and thing tow to make it easy. How about that."
"Sweet." They both chimed in at the same time.
"Hey Andi," JJ called form the kitchen, "I am going to go and wake up Sleeping Beauty. She has that meeting that she needs to be at, just letting you know."
"Alright," I called back. Turning back to the guys I told them "you may want to cover your ears, this could be loud."
In the next moment we heard yelling form the hallway to the bedroom. "Tata krijg uw groot doelwit waarop u wakkere en aan uw team moet zijn te ontmoeten tien minuten geleden. Op Op Op u lui stoot." (English: Tata get your big butt up you need to be awake and at your team meeting ten minutes ago. Up Up Up you lazy butt.) JJ yelled in broken Dutch.
All the guys looked confused. So I explained. "If he yelled it in English she would think she was still dreaming, so as long as her wake up calls are in different languages she will have to process what it is that they are saying and know that she is not dreaming anymore. We have to switch up the languages every few days, but you get the idea."
Nel asked what seemed to be on everyone's mind. "If you have to switch up the languages then how do you know she will understand?"
"Oh, she and I went to school together and we are both fluent in eighteen different languages but can speak broke sentences for the rest of them. Once you can speak five or six of them the rest come easy. It's the grammar that is the hardest part to be honest."
"Oh," he said clearly shocked at the answer. "I mean I guess that makes sense."
And then all hell broke loose.
"WHY THE HELL DID HE MAKE THIS MEETING SO GOD DAMN EARLY."
Shit.
"AND HE EXPCTS ME TO BE PLESANT. I'LL SHOW YOU PLESANT. IT'S SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, WHO THE HELL IS PLESANT AT SEVEN IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING?" As Tasha was yelling all the guys in the great room turned towards the hallway to the bedrooms in fear.
JJ came out first. "You asked for it," was the only warning that he sent my way.
Not more then thirty seconds later came out a half conscious Tasha, still grumbling and eyes still not fully open.
She clearly did not see any of the people occupying our chairs and couches because she avoided the great room all together and headed straight for the coffee pot.
All the guys kept staring at their seeker in confusion, not yet processing what was really going on. Oliver on the other hand kept looking from Tasha to me and back again.
"Well, boys I guess you know my other room mate, this is Natasha Neilson, Tasha, actually, but I guess introductions aren't really needed are they?" This is getting awkward.
"Oliver, I am so sorry that I kept this from you. I did not want Tasha to think that our relationship had any effect on her position on the team so I decided to keep it from the both of you. I understand if you are mad just please see it from my point of view." I looked at Oliver's face and he looked scared.
"I understand, I would have probably done the same thing." He said, however his face still looked scared for his life.
"Then why do you look like you are scared for your life right now?" I asked him.
"Because I know Neilson, and she is scary when she is mad, and I have a feeling that she is going to be very mad at me when she finds out that I am here."
"Oh, I see." I didn't want to admit to him that I was just as scared of Tasha mad as he was. Especially since I had no clue how she was going to react.
But as Tasha walked back into the great room it was clear that I was soon going to find out, whether I wanted to or not.
AN:
Thanks again for reading, and anything that you have to say about the story would be very helpful (even if it is to tell me that I can't write to save my life and should never try again)!
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