Fenix Rising | MGK Fanfiction

Ch. 3- Home

In 3 separate vehicles, The Band pulls into the driveway of Bex and Colson's house. As Roger helps Bex get Fenix out of the G, Painter pops her trunk to get the duffle bag she packed as the due date approached. Though she typically lives in New York, a few weeks ago Painter informed her editors that she would only be taking west coast writing assignments so she could stay with Bex for a few months to help with the baby. Colson was recording his new album and finishing up shooting a movie in town, so the new mom needed the extra hands. While they could have hired a nanny or a nurse or a secretary or really put together an entire childcare team, Bex is still fighting Roger following her around so another employee was out of the question. Painter was happy to help in exchange for time with her friend and a room to stay in.

Painter and Bex have been a package deal since the first grade and they grew up in the same neighborhood on the northside of Indianapolis, Indiana. They spent the first 18 years of their lives at each other's sides before setting off to opposite coasts for college. If they hadn't found their way back to each other a few years ago, none of them would be standing in that driveway just then.

The group walks into the house and settles in the living room as more friends come in from the kitchen.

Bex

(tired but excited to see people she loves)

So you guys are here full time now, huh?

Bex sets Fenix's car seat down on the floor and begins to transfer him to a portable black and white striped bassinet. The living room a monochrome palate of black, white, and gray although there are incredibly bright neon pillows on the couches upon Colson's instance and despite Bex's objection. She leans back on the couch.

Pete

(bleary eyed and giggly, gesturing to Fenix)

I don't think this is what MTV meant when they called about rebooting "Cribs"

Roger

(defensively)

Aren't you a professional comedian? That is what you come up with?

Pete

(delayed but intentionally over-animated)

Roger, you want me to get you a job? I know a guy.

Painter laughs at this exchange while Bex rolls her eyes so hard they felt it in New York. Roger does not like Pete and tries his best not to engage him in conversation, but Roger knows that he cares about Colson like a brother, so he doesn't fight his presence often. Chase sits down on a chair across from Bex.

Chase

(excitedly, to Bex)

You really named him Fenix?

Colson bends down behind Bex on the couch, wrapping his arms around her chest in a hug. Happy to finally be home, she places her hands on his arms.

Colson

(proudly, looking up at Chase)

Sick right?

Chase

(agreeing)

Honestly, really sick.

Bex is growing more annoyed at the crowd that has gathered as the exhaustion sets in. Colson stands up and walks into the kitchen to get food. Pete walks around the front of the couch in front of Bex and Fenix. Almost as tall as Colson and equally lanky, his typically dark hair is currently cropped into a buzz cut but died a platinum blonde. He is charming in an interesting way that compliments Colson's glamour perfectly. Bex may be Colson's partner, but Pete is his partner in crime.

Pete

(pointing at the car set set next to the bassinet)

Lame call, Bex.

Fenix wakes up and after a moment and starts to whine. Bex tips her head from shoulder to shoulder, takes a breath, and goes over to pick Fenix up again.

Bex

(now visibly annoyed)

Painter and Roger ganged up on us. That thing blows.

Painter

(quickly)

First of all, his nail polish was already chipped, we established that was all the rock and roll he needed hours ago. Seems pretty fucking cool to have a safe baby? The opposite of lame.

Painter picks up her duffle bag and walks out of the living room towards the stairs that are opposite the front door. Roger, looking for any excuse to be away from Pete, takes a bag from her hand and follows her up the stairs. With a wink, Colson gently takes Fenix from Bex's arms, seeing that she needs a break. Chase turns on the tv, Bex snatches the remote and mutes it glaring at the youngest member of their rag-tag group.

Colson

(leaning his ear down to the baby's face, fake whispering)

What's that? Oh you want me to tell Pete he is a pussy?

(louder, to Pete)

Pete, Fenix says you're a pussy.

Pete

(gesturing to the baby)

Damn. Fenix already has better burns than Roger.

Only a moment later, Painter and Roger reenter the living room after dropping her bags in her room upstairs.

Roger

(quietly, to Painter)

And I thought getting home would be the most stressful part of the day.

Painter

(matching Roger's volume)

I thought getting kicked out of the band would stress you out the most.

Roger

(louder, but still just to Painter, feigning annoyance- he likes feeling like part of the group)

Being in this fake band is the most stressful part of my life now that I think of if.

Painter

(raising her eyebrows as high as they will go)

You should be grateful. We can replace you. Chase would kill to be in this (using air quotes) fake band.

Chase

(trying not to be obvious that he was eavesdropping)

Yeah no I would for sure.

Bex

(she cannot hear this conversation with how far away she is, shouting)

Chase, you can't be in the band! I don't know what you are saying but Roger, deal with it, you are in the band.

Roger looks at Painter and silently mouths "how did she know?" Painter shakes her head back and forth as she shrugs her shoulders.

Painter walks up to Colson and gestures to give Fenix to her, he nods at her slightly, and rolls the baby out of his arms and into hers. Colson sits down next to Bex on the couch, his arm loosely around her. Roger and Chase stand around Painter, looking at Fenix while he sleeps. Pete paces nervously between the parents and the baby's newest fans. They're a weird collection of people, but it is obvious that they are happy to all be together for this moment.