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scene 1
Nic generally loved being on tour but right now he was loving being at home. Home was a house that he, Cameron, Noble and Jude shared when they weren't out on the road. The brothers shared the main floor, Cameron had the top, and Nic had the basement to himself. They'd been in town for a month and he'd probably showered at least twice a day every day. Showers were a rare thing on the road and something he enjoyed immensely. Aside from compulsively showering, he'd been cooking dinner every day for himself and whoever happened to be around.
After the last tour, they'd ousted their rhythm guitarist who they'd been friends with since high school. He'd long been promising that alcohol wasn't going to be his priority anymore but eventually they stopped listening to his talk and gave him the boot. Now they had the job of finding someone else before they hit the road next month. Oddly enough, Jude had been seeing this guy named Ryland since they'd been back and this Ryland apparently had a brother who could play. Yeah, we'll see about that, Nic thought to himself as he was nodding in agreement with the rest of the band that they'd check him out.
Ryland was supposed to bring his little brother over that evening. Nic was skeptical but told himself he wouldn't judge the guy until he'd heard him. He had a mean batch of enchiladas cooking in the oven and they were fine to be left on their own, so he headed out to the garage that they'd converted into their practice space. He figured most bands got sick of each other and that's why they all had their own places but he also figured those bands had families. It just seemed stupid for all of them to be spending money on a place they weren't even living in half the time. Strolling into the garage, he plopped down on the couch to listen to Jude and Noble finish up something they were working on.
their reply
"Maybe," Nic replied, parking himself next to Noble on the couch.
Noble had bought him one last Christmas that read 'Kiss the Cook' and always threw a fit when Nic cooked without it. The problem was that Noble then always tried to kiss him while he was cooking just to get a rise out of him and it always worked. It always ended up with Nic redfaced and swatting at his friend with a wooden spoon. Turning his attention to Jude, he smiled.
"What are you working on? Are they almost here? Dinner's going to be ready in a half hour and I'm not gonna sit here all night listening to your boytoy's brother drag a pick over some strings when I could be feasting on the masterpiece currently cooking in the oven." He could get cocky sometimes when he was around Noble. It just kinda rubbed off on him.
their reply
Nic was accustomed to Noble draping himself all over him because Noble did that with anyone and everyone who would let him. Nic never assumed it meant he was special or anything. He just went with it because a happy Noble was not a grumpy Noble and everyone did what they could to avoid that sort of Noble.
He couldn't help the little smile that slid onto his face when Noble started to play with his hair though. "Yeah, Noble," Nic's voice took on Jude's disapproving tone. "Ryland wouldn't have said anything if he sucked." Sometimes they picked on Jude because he was younger and it was just too easy. He wasn't only the youngest Monroe; he was the youngest band member too.
At that moment, Ryland knocked on the door to the garage with a rather nervous looking Portland in tow. He'd played for years but to suddenly find out he had some sort of audition with Go Ask Alice? It was kind of a shock.
their reply
"Well see, unlike you, I TRY to not hear them fucking," Nic replied, giving Noble a light poke in the side. He supposed it was worse for Noble who had the room next door to Jude's.
Ryland's face lit up when he saw Jude and he stepped over the threshold to throw his arms around the younger man. It sort of made him uncomfortable the first few times hanging around with the band. Not because they were famous but because he was by far the oldest in the room every time. By now though, he didn't care.
"Hi baby," he whispered, kissing Jude on the lips. "I missed you." He kissed him again, a little longer this time until Portland cleared his throat behind him. "Oh, goodness. I'm sorry. Jude, this is my brother Portland. He's Noble's age." It was kind of funny how his little brother was the same age as Jude's big one but whatever.
"Hey," Portland said, nodding at the rest of them and holding a hand out toward Jude. "Nice to finally meet you, man." Then he started unpacking his guitar, ready to get down to business because he was tired of being nervous.
their reply
Nic gasped, going about four different shades of red at what Noble said to him. He could definitely picture him listening in on Cameron but when he spoke about Nic 'getting some' it made him flustered and embarassed. The only virgin in the band at age 27 and no one ever let him forget it. He was only grateful that fact hadn't made its way to the media. For all the shit his bandmaters gave him, he knew he could trust them. Thankfully just then Jude asked him to go upstairs and he quickly disentangled himself from Noble and sprinted out of the garage to Cameron's room.
Portland busied himself with tuning his guitar and glanced up at Jude with a smile. "Ryland talks about you a lot," he grinned, earning himself a glare from Ryland. "Whaaat?" He asked. "You do."
Ryland walked over to sit on the free end of the couch, tugging Jude down into his lap. "Hey, Noble. Nice to see you again," he said, holding his hand out toward Jude's brother.
Nic generally loved being on tour but right now he was loving being at home. Home was a house that he, Cameron, Noble and Jude shared when they weren't out on the road. The brothers shared the main floor, Cameron had the top, and Nic had the basement to himself. They'd been in town for a month and he'd probably showered at least twice a day every day. Showers were a rare thing on the road and something he enjoyed immensely. Aside from compulsively showering, he'd been cooking dinner every day for himself and whoever happened to be around.
After the last tour, they'd ousted their rhythm guitarist who they'd been friends with since high school. He'd long been promising that alcohol wasn't going to be his priority anymore but eventually they stopped listening to his talk and gave him the boot. Now they had the job of finding someone else before they hit the road next month. Oddly enough, Jude had been seeing this guy named Ryland since they'd been back and this Ryland apparently had a brother who could play. Yeah, we'll see about that, Nic thought to himself as he was nodding in agreement with the rest of the band that they'd check him out.
Ryland was supposed to bring his little brother over that evening. Nic was skeptical but told himself he wouldn't judge the guy until he'd heard him. He had a mean batch of enchiladas cooking in the oven and they were fine to be left on their own, so he headed out to the garage that they'd converted into their practice space. He figured most bands got sick of each other and that's why they all had their own places but he also figured those bands had families. It just seemed stupid for all of them to be spending money on a place they weren't even living in half the time. Strolling into the garage, he plopped down on the couch to listen to Jude and Noble finish up something they were working on.
their reply
"Maybe," Nic replied, parking himself next to Noble on the couch.
Noble had bought him one last Christmas that read 'Kiss the Cook' and always threw a fit when Nic cooked without it. The problem was that Noble then always tried to kiss him while he was cooking just to get a rise out of him and it always worked. It always ended up with Nic redfaced and swatting at his friend with a wooden spoon. Turning his attention to Jude, he smiled.
"What are you working on? Are they almost here? Dinner's going to be ready in a half hour and I'm not gonna sit here all night listening to your boytoy's brother drag a pick over some strings when I could be feasting on the masterpiece currently cooking in the oven." He could get cocky sometimes when he was around Noble. It just kinda rubbed off on him.
their reply
Nic was accustomed to Noble draping himself all over him because Noble did that with anyone and everyone who would let him. Nic never assumed it meant he was special or anything. He just went with it because a happy Noble was not a grumpy Noble and everyone did what they could to avoid that sort of Noble.
He couldn't help the little smile that slid onto his face when Noble started to play with his hair though. "Yeah, Noble," Nic's voice took on Jude's disapproving tone. "Ryland wouldn't have said anything if he sucked." Sometimes they picked on Jude because he was younger and it was just too easy. He wasn't only the youngest Monroe; he was the youngest band member too.
At that moment, Ryland knocked on the door to the garage with a rather nervous looking Portland in tow. He'd played for years but to suddenly find out he had some sort of audition with Go Ask Alice? It was kind of a shock.
their reply
"Well see, unlike you, I TRY to not hear them fucking," Nic replied, giving Noble a light poke in the side. He supposed it was worse for Noble who had the room next door to Jude's.
Ryland's face lit up when he saw Jude and he stepped over the threshold to throw his arms around the younger man. It sort of made him uncomfortable the first few times hanging around with the band. Not because they were famous but because he was by far the oldest in the room every time. By now though, he didn't care.
"Hi baby," he whispered, kissing Jude on the lips. "I missed you." He kissed him again, a little longer this time until Portland cleared his throat behind him. "Oh, goodness. I'm sorry. Jude, this is my brother Portland. He's Noble's age." It was kind of funny how his little brother was the same age as Jude's big one but whatever.
"Hey," Portland said, nodding at the rest of them and holding a hand out toward Jude. "Nice to finally meet you, man." Then he started unpacking his guitar, ready to get down to business because he was tired of being nervous.
their reply
Nic gasped, going about four different shades of red at what Noble said to him. He could definitely picture him listening in on Cameron but when he spoke about Nic 'getting some' it made him flustered and embarassed. The only virgin in the band at age 27 and no one ever let him forget it. He was only grateful that fact hadn't made its way to the media. For all the shit his bandmaters gave him, he knew he could trust them. Thankfully just then Jude asked him to go upstairs and he quickly disentangled himself from Noble and sprinted out of the garage to Cameron's room.
Portland busied himself with tuning his guitar and glanced up at Jude with a smile. "Ryland talks about you a lot," he grinned, earning himself a glare from Ryland. "Whaaat?" He asked. "You do."
Ryland walked over to sit on the free end of the couch, tugging Jude down into his lap. "Hey, Noble. Nice to see you again," he said, holding his hand out toward Jude's brother.