Fenix Rising | MGK Fanfiction

Ch. 4- Naming Fenix

As everyone lounges around the living room in the same place for at least the last hour, they fall into a comfortable rhythm of switching between scattered conversation and mindlessly watching whatever Chase puts on the massive television that sits above what looks to be a collection of variously colored traffic cones. The art piece is haphazard but strangely exactly at home with the décor that Bex has put together.

Roger

(abruptly)

Did anyone do any paperwork? I didn't see either of you sign a birth certificate.

Bex and Colson look to one another and shake their heads. They take a few moments and point back and forth silently mouthing "did you?" and "no, did you?" then look back to Roger. Although he was their security guard, he often had to be the voice of reason in their lives.

Colson

(laughing as he stands up off the couch and walks to to kitchen again)

It's like he was never born. Hard.

Roger

(more worried, raising his voice now)

Exactly Colson, it's like HE WAS NEVER BORN. He doesn't legally have a name. How did they let you leave? I mean it's kind of-

Painter

(interrupting Roger's spiral)

While this looks like it was about to get really interesting, I should probably tell you that I did the paperwork while you went and bought a car seat. They signed the birth certificate, you can take a chill pill.

Pete

(now suddenly paying attention)

Roger is doing pills?

Chase, Bex, and Colson chuckle at Pete. Painter is in full laughter about Roger's freak out.

Colson

(realizing what Painter just said)

Oh word, that was the birth certificate? I haven't slept in 3 days so I would have done anything you told me to.

Painter

(pointing to Colson with "finger guns")

Good to know. I will use that in the future. Oh and I'll make sure Pete doesn't.

Pete exaggerates a wink at Painter and waggles his eyebrows. She shakes her head and laughs.

Bex

(confused)

I didn't sign a birth certificate. We hadn't even picked a middle name, Colson what did you put?

Roger

(very quietly)

Crossing my fingers he isn't even really named "Fenix"

Bex and Painter immediately shout at Roger simultaneously.

Bex

(to Roger)

LOOK AT HIM, HE IS SO A FENIX.

Painter

(shouting over Bex)

GET ON BOARD MAN. IT'S HIS NAME.

Bex, clearly quick to anger due to pain and fatigue. Painter, just looking to support her friend in a manner that she has always understood best: irrational shouting.

Roger puts up his hands in a surrender and widens his eyes at Painter while jutting forward his chin, he never knows which "team" she is going to side with- logic or chaos. The band likes picking on his straight-laced thoughts, but trust that he always has their back. Literally.

Painter

(suddenly calm, almost trying to sneak this next part in without notice)

You were asleep so I forged your signature and made his middle name "Rising." I thought that was funny. Might as well lean into the Fenix thing, amiright?

The group takes a moment, eyes begin darting around the room but no one moves, they are waiting for Bex to signal that she is okay with this choice. It was an uncomfortable amount of time.

Pete

(puts out his hand to Painter for a fist bump, gently)

Sick.

Now that the silence has been broken, Colson jumps around wildly pumping his fist and flailing his legs about. He then calmly walks over to Painter and throws his arm around her in a side hug.

Colson

(suddenly much calmer than a moment earlier)

Rad. Good move.

Bex

(still visibly thinking about it)

That... Is badass. You remain in the band.

Painter takes an exaggerated bow as Fenix begins to cry over all the noise.