Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 26

Jaden pov

"Don't you think it's a little invasive to just come to her home and force her out of it?" I asked as I followed him up the steps.

"Let's look at it this way. I have a room. I have a key. The only thing I need to do is pay rent on this place and it's half mine anyway. It just so happens that my sole purpose of going is to drag Liza to a party. And if she refuses to go, then something else is seriously wrong with her." He shrugged as he held open the door.

"If you say so." I sighed.

He unlocked her door and walked in. At first it was really quiet, but then all you could hear was a groan come from one of the rooms. Landon's eyes landed directly on one of the several closed doors down the hallway.

"Well it didn't come from Marley's room. I know that much." He mumbled as he continued to walk forwards. I followed him down, and he opened up a door.

"Thank god. I thought you were jerking off or something." Landon sighed as we walked further into Liza's room.

"Why would I be doing that with my little brother sat on the bed?" She pointed to Finn who was indeed sat on her bed.

"Well I didn't see Finn there did I? Hey Finn." He called out.

"Hey." They replied, not lifting their head out of their book.

"Anyway, party tonight. You're coming, no excuses." Landon determined, walking to her closet.

I watched as Finn sighed and walked out of the room. Obviously parties aren't their thing. Sometimes it's hard to connect that Liza and them are brother and sister considering how different they are. Liza is a social butterfly and will quite literally talk to anyone, whereas Finn is more closed off when it comes to first meeting people. However I have noticed how Liza has trouble eating around other people. Makes sense all things considered.

"Nope. I'm not going, I have a song to write." She replied, bringing her knees to her chest and continuing to scribble down lyrics, only to cross them out seconds later while humming a tune.

"Lize, I haven't seen you in over a week. I thought you died. Come on. You're Liza fucking Boeman. You never turn down an opportunity to party so why you doing it now?" He argued as he walked back out, holding numerous articles of clothing.

"You can sit down you know? The bed won't swallow you whole." She laughed, completely disregarding Landon's and looking directly at me, making me chuckle slightly.

"Yeah, yeah." I dismissed, walking over and flopping down on the bed.

"Liza, fuck off. Get your ass up and get in the shower. You're coming out, even if I have to fucking drag you there." When Liza didn't move, you could see the agitation on his face grow. "Get up and get in the fucking shower. I'll strip you myself if I have to and hold you under the water until you drown." He threatened, causing her eyebrow to arch.

"Sounds like a win for me. If I don't get up I don't have to go. And if you drown me, I'm dead, and don't have to go." She shrugged, sticking her pencil in the folds of her messy bun.

"She's got you there Lando." I spoke up.

"Who's side are you fucking on?" He whisper shouted to me.

"The one that gets me drunk and high faster." I answered plainly.

"Give me an hour." She sighed, standing up and trailing herself to the shower.

As she stood up, the big shirt she was wearing rode up, flashing her underwear as she lacked shorts. I had to hold back a groan as I watched her ass bounce when she walked. When she shut the door, I let out a breath of relief.

"Seriously dude? My best friend. Really?" Landon asked, disappearing back into the confines of her closet.

"She's hot. The fuck you want me to do?" I defended as I stood up and followed him in her closet.

"Don't get a boner at the sight of my best friend." He answered.

"I don't have a boner." I replied, sifting through clothes. My response obviously wasn't appreciated because all I got was an unimpressed grumble in return making me suppress a chuckle. If only he knew.

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"Are you kidding?" You know, it's really hard to concentrate when she's stood their in a towel that's barely clinging to her body.

She walked out of the bathroom and immediately wore a disapproving look. I watched Landon throw out half her closet onto the floor outside while looking for an outfit for her. He eventually found a dark purple tube top and some high rise dark Jean shorts. He paired it with a matching bandana and a black jean jacket.

"What's wrong with the outfit?" He asked in disbelief as she just looked at like she was looking through him.

"The outfit isn't my problem." She rested her hand on her hip and I had to bite my fist and look away. That fucking towel was so close to dropping and her fast movements aren't helping it whatsoever.

"Then what is your problem?" He asked, pushing the clothes against her chest.

"Clean my fucking floor up. But first I need to get my underwear." She rolled her eyes, pushing the clothes back to him and walking off the closet, leaving wet footprints in her wake. "Goodbye." She said dramatically, picking up the clothes and walking back off to the bathroom.

"You heard the woman, get to putting her closet back together." He clapped his hands in front of my face as he started picking up clothes.

"Me? I didn't do shit. I just watched you tear it apart. I'm not helping put it back together." I scoffed, sitting back.

"If you help me, I'll pretend not to look as you slip a pair of her underwear in your pocket." He offered. Tempting.

"Nah, I think I'll just watch." I laughed as he rolled his eyes and gave up trying.