Chapter 4- Everything is great
I woke up lying in a queen-sized bed. I was wrapped in a pale green comforter. The familiar silky touch made me smile. I looked around at the half purple-half wood walls.
I got up and took a deep breath. The sun shone bright, glorious rays of light in through the enormous windows behind the bed.
My beautiful guitar, the pale yellow and white one of course, was right there in the corner. Cas walked in, his dark wavy hair spilling over his leather covered shoulders. He had the same smile on his face and sparkle in his blue eyes that he always had when he was happy.
"Good morning, dollface." I chirped happily.
"Morning, Dean. What's for breakfast today? Your boys are pretty hungry."
"Omelets!" I yelled loud enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear. They all shouted back a muddle of whoops and yays.
"My boys" are the members of the rock band, Everything. Cas was the guitarist. There was also the drummer, Terry Thomas. He had light brown hair that was naturally curly and fell just below his jawline. He had grey, happy eyes and a nose shaped like a little kids', except bigger. The lead singer, Toran Jackson, had pitch black hair that was somehow straight as hell and incredibly poofy at the same time. His bright green eyes were twinkling with mischievousness. Last but not least, Robby Lab, the bassist. He had big light blue eyes and really long blond hair, with bangs down to his nose. You could hardly see the man's eyes.
Anyway, I always made breakfast for my boys. They were my only friends now. The year is now 1983. Everything became famous sometime last year. I mean, they're big. Their hit song was in the top ten of the year.
As I walked into the kitchen, Toran was standing over the tabe everyone was sitting at, talking loudly and confidently. "Dude, she was like, the hottest girl I've ever seen! I think she said she was a model. Should I call her? We could have her invite some friends and have an orgy-"
"Hot damn, that sounds fun." I said, playfully slapping Toran's ass. He turned around fast and scowled at me; I couldn't help myself from laughing.
"Dean-o!" Terry yelled.
"The hell you waiting for? Where's my omelet?" Bobby jokingly frowned.
I made my eyes bulge and flipped my bottom lip under, showing the botton row of my teeth. I got out a pan and walked over to the fridge. As I got out some eggs, I laughed. "So, Toran, tell me about this chick you banged last night."
"Well, she's-"
"She was all over him." Cas butted in, making a kissy face and exaggeratingly walking like a lady. Toran kicked him in the back of the knee. Then they dramatically acted as if they were fighting with each other, swinging fake punches.
We all laughed as Terry got out his video camera and started recording them. When they stopped, he turned the camera to me. "So, Dean Winchester!" He said in the best show host voice he could muster. "You asked Tor a question, did you?"
I went into faux-serious mode and said, "Toran Jackson." He looked at me preoccupied. "Tell us about your chick bang last night."
"Yeah! Spill all the dirty details!" Bobby yelled.