It Can Only Get Better From Here

Chapter 6

A/N: Earlier in the story, I said I would make up the lyrics and band names. SCRATCH THAT! My lyric writing skills are worse than my story writing skills! I'm going to have to pretend that some of the songs are "Days are Nights" songs... (Terrible band name... I thought of it, can you tell?) but then at the end I'll put the REAL artist who made the song. It will make it an awful lot easier. Anywho, Thanks to the like.... 3ish people who are reading my story... you are cool cats.

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KATIANA'S POV

I stalked into the hotel, a furious scowl on my face. I couldn't believe that Xaivier had a girlfriend like her! He could do so much better... he shouldn't have to put up with someone like her.

"Woah, Katt, if looks could kill, I'd be dead!" Jack stared back at me, imitating my angry face. I smiled a little. "Sorry, Jack. I wasn't actually looking at you, but you just happened to be in my line of vision." I looked away from him and gasped when I saw the hotel's lobby. The walls were decorated with abstract paintings and fish tanks filled with exotic fish.

"So, I think we should check in. We are supposed to be at the stadium in twenty minutes." Heith grabbed Anderson's arm and pulled him along to the checkout desk.

"No, I can't do the talking, I'm too socially awkward, please no no no!!!" Anderson's desperate pleading faded as he walked away. I giggled quietly. I guess Anderson and I have something in common.

"This is the hotel we are staying in?" Abbey's high-pitched, irritating squeal of a voice pounded its way into my eardrums. "Gross! The carpets are FILTHY! They should know better than to hire people from another country." Her nose was wrinkled in disgust.

"Shhh! Don't be rude, they probably been super busy with all the other bands passing through here." Xaivier's soft voice soothed my aching eardrums. I muttered some VERY rude wrods about her being an ignorant jerk and placed Xaivier's suit case on the ground.

Raphael walked through the door and stopped next to me. Fred followed with the majority of the bags tucked under his arms. Raph grinned at my amazed expression. "He's a trooper, isn't he? I love having Fred around when we go walking through the shady side of town. He probably should've walked with us when... when we found you."

I nodded. "Those henchmen wouldn't have stood a chance."

"Okay guys, we have fifteen minutes until our sound check! Our room is on the top floor and there are three showers! Who's ready to rock and roll?" Heith was yelling loud enough to wake up the people on the first floor. The rest of the boys shouted and cheered as they ran to the elevator. Fred and I followed more slowly.

"What's that saying they have? Boys will be boys or something, right?" Fred asked.

"That's exactly what I was thinking Fred." I said with a laugh.

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So after a hectic twenty minutes, they were cleaned up and heading to the stadium.

"Katt, I am assuming that you need a shower. Unfortunately," Heith paused to glare at Abbey. "... the woman shampoo is unavailable to you. But you could use mine. It's Dove for men!" He ran his fingers through his hair. "Hmm.... that is soft. Anyways, we should get going. See you at..." he checked his watch. "Sixish tonight. You can watch TV, or since this IS a hotel for bands... you can go to the 'music room'. It is filled with all kinds of instruments, so enjoy yourself!"

Xaivier spoke up from the doorway. "Since you will need clothes, you can borrow my track pants and Raph's purple hoodie, okay?" I nodded

"Alright... have fun performing, guys." They all hugged me goodbye. I felt myself blushing. I've only known them for two days, but they seem to have accepted me. I looked up and saw Abbey's furious expression. She possessively grabbed Xaivier's arm.