I Hate You More

Shut Up and Be Friendly

Harlen

"Would you guys act like you like each other?" Sebastian scoffed.

"I'm doing my best," I growled, "it's very difficult."

"Shut up and be friendly." Emerson chuckled.

Since I was officially apart of Palaye Royale now, the boys (and by boys, I mean Emerson) thought it would be a good idea to do a photo shoot, to post some pics to instagram. Luckily, Phoebe is into photography.

"Why are we doing this again?" Remington groaned.

"So people know who Harlen is," Phoebe giggled from behind the camera. The girl drew. The girl dabbled in photography. The girl could pretty much do any fucking thing, and she did it confidently, "we have to build her following up so people will recognize her when she comes out on stage with you guys."

"Yeah," I nodded, "but, I don't get why we have to get photos of just me and him. There's four of us."

"Plus Sam." Remington chimed in.

"Sam's on his way." Sebastian explained.

Sam was the bassist that, I hadn't met yet.

"Would you guys just get along for five minutes," Emerson rolled his eyes, "jesus fuck. You agree on one thing, and it's against what we're trying to do here."

"Alright. Alright," I chuckled. It was weird that Remington, and I were agreeing on something but, it was funny to watch the look on Em and Seb's faces, "come here."

I wrapped my arm around Remington, and posed for a photo by sticking my tongue out and holding up the rock and roll symbol with my fingers. Remington rolled his eyes back and stuck his tongue out.

"There we go," Phoebe cheered, "that's perfect!"

We posed for a couple more seconds, until I licked Remington's cheek, causing him to groan in disgust, and push me away from him, "What the fuck was that for?"

I smiled innocently as everyone's laughter filled the air. Well, everyone but him. Good thing I didn't give a shit about what he was thinking.

"It was for fun," I scoffed, "you should try it sometime!"

"Hey- wow," A voice said from the entrance of the garage. That's where we had everything set up, "you weren't kidding when you said photo shoot huh?"

I looked to the man, and had to try my best to keep my jaw from dropping. He was gorgeous. Like drop dead gorgeous. Like, hot enough that he could've been descended straight out of hell, gorgeous. The green eyes, the silky shoulder length hair, the- well I'll be honest it's been awhile since I had anything, with anyone but, even taking out that factor, he was hot as fuck.

"Sam," Emerson smiled, "this is our new guitarist."

"Woah," Sam smiled, "you're way hotter than Dan."

He held his hand out for me to shake, and I accepted with a chuckle, "Yeah. I get that a lot. I'm Harlen."

"She doesn't," Remington retorted, "cause she's not."

"That's a fucking lie and you know it, rat." I smirked, warranting him to stick his tongue out at me.

I smacked him upside the head, causing Sam to let out a loud laugh, giving me a chance to ogle over his charming smile, and sharp jawline, "I'm Sam."

"Ok lovebirds," Remington cooed sarcastically, "can we just get this over with so I can get the fuck away from...this."

"Don't mind him," Sam smiled again, "he thinks his ass is a hat sometimes."