I Kissed a Boy [complet]

Unexpected Fallout

note: the photo of the chapter is of course on a photo montage where nothing is true. I was just inspired by the IG page of Mew's real band.

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Marc came dead last. Of course he was teased for his delay by the group. Simon looked drawn and yawned as much as he could while Henri and Jordan drank coffee from the paper cups in the machine. Nelly was absent, Corentin had a fever. Simon tapped Marc on the shoulder.

— So... we had a pillow failure?

Simon put his arm around Marc and leaned all his weight against him. He laughed softly and breathed heavily Marc.

— Oh, you changed your shower gel...

He glared at the others. Henry shook his head.

—You can't help meddling in other people's business!

Simon grumbled for the form.

— It's so much more exciting than my life! Because, like it or not, he got us involved in his threesome.

Mark stiffened. Simon patted her on the shoulder.

—Yeah, man. From the way you look at him and touch him... well, excuse me, but it's clear that he and you...

Jordan shook his head.

—But leave him alone! he does what he wants with his ass as long as he doesn't jeopardize the group.

Henry frowned.

— I will not lecture you but when the time comes let me say "I warned you".

Marc sighed and shook his head piteously.

— I know, guys...I know...actually not. I don't know what I'm doing at all. This is...

He rubbed his head nervously and sighed as he looked at them in turn.

— I'm completely lost.

Jordan tossed his empty cup in the trash.

— I would not like to be in your shoes, that's for sure. Alright, guys, we've got the truck to empty.

Marc looked at Jordan in astonishment.

—No criticism? no surprise? No advice?

Jordan shrugged casually.

— You're cuckolding Amy with the little reporter. Like I said, you do what you do with your ass. You will be teased and you will take it with a smile because you are also putting us in an unpleasant situation. We won't say anything as far as possible and that's it. We'll cover for you because you're our friend and without your voice the band is nothing. But don't drag things out too much. You fire Amy or you fire Gavin or both. We are about to get there. Don't screw it up.

Marc sat up and freed himself from Simon's arm.

—I'm not going to screw it up. It's my dream too!

Simon waved his hand.

— Hey guys, everything will be fine, okay? Besides, we have to talk seriously about the "manager" part. I thought about it... didn't look at me like that, I know how to think too. I'm not just a pretty face.

This joke had the effect of relaxing the atmosphere and changing the subject of discussion. They headed for the back parking lot where the truck waited patiently. Simon elaborated on his remark.

— I did research on the internet to find out what a manager does and that's what we need. On the other hand, I am not ready to accept anything.

Jordan opens the back doors of the truck.