It's a Hard Pill to Swallow

Chapter Four

When I opened my eyes eight hours later, I heard something that sounded like a jam sesh coming from the rec room. I rubbed my eyes, hauled on my housecoat and went downstairs.
"Sleeping beauty has awoken." Max chuckled, ending a riff on his keyboard.
I laughed. "What's on the go?"
"Well. we were bored when Maxwell brought down his keyboard piano." Brianna began to explain, laying down her drumsticks.
"So we all learned that we played, and decided to see how we sound. Bri got her grandmother to bring the drums and I got the mics and electric guitar." Wells continued.
"Now we have a bass player." I scurried back to my room and got my bass and amp. "Ta da."
"What a coincidence, Zabby Bass plays bass." The boy with bi polar grinned.
"Yup." I grinned back. "Okay now for a song we all know." I paused. "How about Here's to the Zeros?"
Everyone nodded.
"On my count......" The girl with arachnophobia paused. "One two three four!."
"Hey kids you wanna do what I do, got sick got kicked out of high school." The doctor began to sing, after a few moments our instruments joined in, the song lasted a few minutes.
"Wow we actually sound alright." I smiled.
"Hello? Yeah I'll be there." Wells hung up his 5s. "Sorry guys. the manager needs me for something." He ran off.
"Impressive."
I jumped a little, seeing a tall black haired guy sitting on the sofa. I haven't seen him around before.
"Oh that's my cool bi sexual roommate, Quinn Bailey." Max said.
"You can call me Q." He chuckled. "I have anxiety and am a recovering self harmer."
"I'm Zabby Bass, I have schizophrenia." I introduced myself, Q nodded hello.
"Brianna Fowler, or Bri if you want. I'm with OCD and arachnophobia."
"Nice to meet you guys." The boy with anxiety replied with a smile.