When Kailee and I got back the day we went to the amusement park, Ronnie was nowhere to be found and Mor was just sitting on the couch acting all depressed. We asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't tell us, so we just left her alone, assuming she was going to tell us the next day. Plus, she was known to overreact, so we didn't really think too much of it. We were both insanely tired, so we took our respective showers, taking about an hour each, and ending up going to bed at around eight.
We woke up the next morning to find Ronnie sitting on the couch, wearing dark sunglasses (which happened to be mine, might I add), and holding her head like she had the mother of all headaches. We thought she had just been asleep, which is why we were just creeping around while we brushed our teeth and washed our faces off. All that caution, for nothing!
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Kailee asked, after going to the fridge and slamming it shut, after not finding anything to satisfy her hunger. Ronnie winced at the loud bang that the door made.
Mor came out from the back, fully dressed and looking like she had somewhere to go. She and Ronnie had a small stare down, then Mor grabbed her bag and made to leave.
"Yo, where are you going?" I asked curiously. I took out a bowl, and got the Lucky Charms off of the counter.
"Jake is taking me to get some lunch." She said curtly. She then left, leaving us curious as to why she was so mad.
"What's wrong with her?" Kailee asked Ronnie, who was still sitting on the couch.
"Can you guys please not talk so loud?" She requested. I finally understood her weird behavior. She had a hangover.
Let me explain something. Ronnie was the oldest out of the four of us, being twenty-two years old. Mor was next at twenty-one years, and then came me and Kailee, who were twenty. Therefore, Ronnie and Mor liked to rub it in our faces that they were legally allowed to drink and we weren't, but that didn't particularly matter. We didn't really mind; we really weren't too into the idea of alcohol anyway. We were pretty excited about turning twenty-one, but then we read Duff McKagan's book (he used to be an insane alcoholic), and we were just like 'NOPE'.
Kailee took a bottle of water, and two aspirin, gave them to Ronnie, and said, "Take these. They'll help." When Mor came home with her first hangover, me and Kailee learned how to treat one.
I started making some coffee and then finished making my cereal. Ten minutes later, Ronnie was sipping at her coffee, trying to calm her headache. After she finished, she thanked us, and went to get in the shower. Kailee and I sat on the couch, eating our Lucky Charms and watched Spongebob in our pajamas. I suddenly flashed back to when we were eleven. At that point, we had been best friends for about three years and loved staying over at each other's houses.
We didn't meet Mor until we were about fourteen and we didn't meet Ronnie until we were sixteen. Up to that point, we were just bouncing around with the idea of forming a band, but hadn't really done anything about it until we saw an ad at our local music store that said, 'Drummer available. Can play blues or rock. Call Ronnie.' We were expecting a guy and were amused at the idea that we could be an almost all girls band with the exception of our drummer. When she got there, we were shocked to see that it was a girl as opposed to the guy's voice we had heard over the phone.
Ronnie informed us that she had gotten her dad to talk to us to give us the impression that she was a guy. She played and we were just like, "This is gonna work." So it did. Okay, I'm sorry, I just completely digressed and told you guys the entire beginning history of our band, which you guys probably weren't interested in at all.
When Ronnie got out, she sat down beside us.
"So, what happened while we were at the park?" I asked her curiously.
"Well, CC convinced me to have a few drinks with him. Apparently, I don't hold alcohol very well, because I got drunk after a few bottles of beer. CC took me back to the bus, where Mor was waiting. And, I said some stuff about her guitar playing that I really didn't mean. I said some stuff like I thought she was an awful guitarist and she didn't pull her weight in the band and she could be easily replaced. Obviously, none of this is true, but she thought that I was completely sober, so she took this seriously and got mad. She's been like that ever since." She explained with a look of regret on her face.
Kailee and I hugged her. "It's okay, Ronnie. Me and Tidal will talk to her when she gets back. Go and try to get some rest." Kailee instructed. Ronnie nodded, gave me back my sunglasses, and went back to her bunk.
"Well... We're not gonna have a peaceful rest of the week, are we?" I asked in disappointment. She shook her head. We finished off our Spongebob marathon, and waited for Mor to get back. She came about an hour later.
"Hey, Mor. You know Ronnie was drunk, right?" I said outright. If there's one thing I am, it's honest. She looked at me, how I couldn't tell.
"You know what she said to me?" She asked, pointing at herself to emphasize her point.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we do. Ronnie told us. And she was drunk when she said it." Kailee said, trying to convince Mor of this fact.
"She looked fine to me. Even if she was, what she said... That was the most awful thing she's ever said to me." Mor got her feelings hurt easily, so in times like these we had to walk on eggshells. Of course, we never really did this, but the thought still counted.
Let me tell you another thing about the band. I was seriously, seriously honest. Kailee was blunt. Ronnie tried to dance around things to try and make them better. Mor got her feelings hurt easily. Really, this made Ronnie and Mor get along better and me and Kailee get along just fine. That's really how you can tell our songs from each other. Mine and Kailee's probably have the angrier lyrics. Ronnie's and Mor's are lovey-dovey a lot of the time, because they love boys.
Back to the story. "Well, you should try and talk to her. I'm sure that she can explain it better than we can." I urged. I didn't like it when any of us fought, for several reasons.
One; we live in very close quarters. Whether it be on tour or not, we live close together. In LA, we live in the same apartment complex, on the same floor. On tour, we live on the same tour bus, with very little space inbetween. Two; it messes with our chemistry onstage. If I'm fighting with one of them, my singing will be off. I'll be singing according to my emotion. They play faster if they're angry at each other to try and mess the other up. I know this makes us sound unprofessional, but a lot of musicians let their emotions get the best of them onstage. But, again, I digress.
"Yeah, when pigs fly." She said contemptuously. She went back to the bathroom, I assume until she figured it would be safe for her to come out. Suddenly, I got an idea.
"We're going to the BVB bus." I declared, standing up. Kailee followed without question, so we traipsed across the field that the buses were parked in in our pajamas.
"Hey, ladies, looking sexy!" Danny Worsnop of Asking Alexandria yelled at us. He and the rest of his band, plus Matt Good were playing this game called corn hole. I'm sure you've heard of it.
"Feeling sexy!" Kailee yelled back, much to the amusement of the guys. They laughed and then went back to their game.
We finally made it to the BVB bus and barged on without knocking. We found Jake, Andy, Jinxx, and Ash in their little sitting room, listening to Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.
"Hey, you look attractive." Jinxx said jokingly. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Don't listen to him, you look beautiful." Andy said. Ashley agreed.
"Thanks, Andy. That's what makes you the ultimate boyfriend. Is CC here?" I asked, my idea still formulating in my head.
"Yeah, he's back in his bunk, but you might not wanna go in there right now." Jake said slowly.
"We just need to ask him a favor, it'll only take a minute." Kailee explained. I guess she had caught my drift.
"Well, why don't you just tell us, and we'll pass it along to him?" Ash suggested. We just shook our heads at their weirdness and went back to his bunk anyways.
"Hey, CC, we need to-" I started to ask as I pulled his curtain back. When we saw CC, our mouths dropped open.
"Hey, what do you need to?" CC asked casually. The thing about it? He was naked. Completely one-hundred percent naked.
"Um... uh... We'll just ask later. When you have pants on." Kailee said awkwardly. She pulled the curtain back again, and we went back to the living room, weird faces and all. Andy and Ashley stood up and opened their arms, which we walked into gratefully.
"We tried to warn you." Ash said, patting Kailee's back.
"If you had told us he was naked, we wouldn't have gone back at all!" I exclaimed. "That was something I was not expecting to see." I stated, burying my head in Andy's chest. He kissed me on the head.
"It's okay. I promise I'll tell you next time. You never have to see that again." Andy said comfortingly.
"That's all I ask." I said. I pulled back and gave Andy a kiss. Kailee did the same with Ash. CC chose that moment to come out in pants, no shirt.
"Enjoy the show?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"Stop traumatizing them, CC. They've already seen enough." Jinxx said, throwing a couch pillow at him.
"All right. You needed me?" CC asked, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah. We need you to explain to Mor how drunk Ronnie was yesterday. Ronnie said some stuff to her about her playing, and she thought that Ronnie was sober, so she's really mad right now." Kailee explained, trying not to look anywhere but CC's face.
"Okay. She was hammered! It was hilarious. She asked me if I was single and if she could have my phone number. But, she did say some stuff about my drumming. I didn't take it too hard. I'm gonna go right now. You two stay here." He gestured to us and left through the door.
"That was probably the most awkward moment of my life." I stated in a monotone voice.
"Yeah. Don't worry though; you get used to it." Jake said, playing around with his guitar. Everyone turned to stare at him. "What? You guys didn't?" He asked the rest of BVB.
"Well... yeah." Ash said. The rest of them nodded.
"When I took Mor out for lunch, she seemed really upset. What exactly did Ronnie say?" He asked curiously.
"She said that Mor wasn't a good guitarist, she could be easily replaced, and that she didn't pull her weight in the band." Everybody's eyes went wide.
"Well, I would have reacted much the same way, but Ronnie was drunk, right?" Jinxx asked. At our nod, he continued, "Well, she shouldn't have taken it personally then. She knows it's not true. Mor does just as much as the rest of you do, and she's a great guitarist. If she wasn't, she probably wouldn't be in the band, and you guys wouldn't be so successful." He finished. We sat down, Andy and I on the coffee table and Kailee and Ash on the couch.
"I wish Mor would see that. She's really sensitive though. Especially when it comes to her playing. She never really got much support of her guitar playing from anybody besides us and her mom, so up until she played for us, she didn't really think she was all that good, so I guess that kinda struck a nerve." Kailee explained.
"We give each other a lot of crap, mostly as jokes, but if there's one thing we never insult it's our playing, songwriting, and singing. Never any of those." I added. It was true. The first time one of us joked about not being good was when Mor joked that I was a bad singer, and World War Three basically started. But, let's not get into that.
It was like an hour before CC came back. He didn't look like he had good news.
A/N: SUSPENSE! Hopefully, this makes up for my last fail attempt at writing something good. I probably put more character traits in this one chapter than I did in the rest of the story. Anyways, *clears throat, gets ready to do a speech*... I would like to thank BVBCookie for giving me the idea for this chapter. And, I would like to thank those of you who reviewed the last chapter. I would also like to thank LieutenantOfTheBVBArmy for agreeing to be my co-writer. And, I would like to thank my best friend, Faith, for not sicking her pet unicorns Mikey and Steve on me. BYE! PS. I'll try to post more often.