Nick had been acting weird lately.
However, when Nick said that he was going to leave the band, I thought he was joking. Everyone paused from eating at the table, spoon halfway to Bob's mouth and Paul, who was nibbling on a piece of bread, dropped it. I gave out a hearty laugh, rolling my eyes and began to sip the tea I was drinking before he made the declaration. But he wasn't smiling, in fact, he was already getting up fully from the table and placing his dish into the sink. Why? So many questions ran through my mind, but every time a thought came up, СWhyТ was the beginning of it. Why did he want to leave? Why, was it something that I did? Why was Paul eating like that? Bob blinked at me once he left the dining room of the hotel we were residing in, placing his spoon down on the end of his plate.
"Why're looking at me like that?" I ask, sliding out of my seat while Paul nibbles around the bread in a circular pattern. As soon as I'm about to question him of his eating habit Bob brings my attention back to him by flicking a pea at my head with his spoon. " Ow!" I jump a little bit backwards, rubbing my head. Hey, peas can pack a punch you know, especially when Bob throws them. It's like he's been lifting weights or something when we weren't looking at him; I'm afraid to fight him, he might break my arse when throwing me around like a rag doll.
"Well, don't stand there, go after him!" He huffs out and Paul finally puts down that damn piece of bread, " I mean, do you want him to leave the band?"
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My relationship
with Nicholas is complicated, I mean, we're best friends. We're
always around each other, and ever since last week's little guitar
sex blow-out ( 5 hours straight bitch, who can do it for 5 hours
straight? Me and Nick, damn it) things have been a little....um,
awkward. Very friendly, but awkward. So when we have a sound check at
the house a month later I didn't really want any more complications
to get in my life. Loll and behold they do, anyway.
You see,
it started out with Paul.
Paul has been incognito recently,
he'll come to the concert, play and then disappear backstage.
However, by the time we get back stage he is gone. I suppose that was
okay, for a while. But then he started missing sound checks
completely and not showing up for concerts. Bob and I became worried,
and I’m sure Nick would've been too...but, ahem, he's been a
little 'spaced out' if you know what I mean, well, at least more
spaced out from usual; and I don't mean 'spaced out' in his usual 5
year old boyish type way, but in a 'Wow, this is some good pot' type
way. I highly doubt that though, Nicholas was raised a very polite
and sensible boy, he'd ask if I wanted to share first.
So,
after sitting inside the house for a good half hour at 12 am Paul
comes through the door, smiling like a loon and having a bulge in his
pants. Oh my, that sounded wrong. But it's huge. Right. Yeah. When he
finally realizes that we were staring at him he offers us a half way
and then turns around to lock the door. " Where have you been!?"
Bob yells, placing his hands on his hip and cocking his head to the
side. I think he's been hanging around Nick and Me too much, I swear
his pants have gotten a pinch tighter.
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