Remington
"Do you want to do something today?" I asked suddenly.
"Like what?" Austyn chuckled at Milo as she tried to pull the toy rope from his mouth.
"I don't know, fucking anything," I scoffed, "I mean, Chelsea's coming over so we can go over some tour stuff but, after that I'm pretty much free, and I cannot spend another day cooped up in this house or I will go fucking insane."
"Alright," She beamed, "I say movies."
"Deal but, only if I can take you to dinner first." I negotiated.
"Like dinner dinner, or In and Out?" Her smile turned into a smirk.
"We had In and Out two days ago," I sighed. She responded by giving me a pair of puppy dog eyes. God damnit, "fine."
"Have I told you that you're my bestest friend in the whole world today?" She grinned wide.
The smile I returned was weak, and masking the feelings in my chest.
"Hey," Emerson opened my bedroom door, causing me to sit up, "Chelsea's here."
"Shit, let me throw on a shirt, and I'll be down in a second," Emerson nodded and shut the door, leaving me to throw on a plain black t-shirt to go with my ripped skinny jeans, and turn to Austyn, "you should probably come along too. I mean, if you're gonna go on tour with us, it'd be easier for you to just know instead of us having to relay all of the information to you."
"Right, ok. Should I change first?" Austyn asked.
"No, you look fine." I sent her a small smile.
She looked beautiful. Especially when she was just waking up in the morning. Or, when she smiled. Or, when she did that little thing where she would try her absolute best to hold in her laughter. When her nose crinkled when I called her by the nickname I had come up with for her. She always looked beautiful, and she didn't even have to try. I followed her down the stairs and into the living room, where my brothers and manager were all impatiently waiting for us.
"Thank you for blessing us with your presence little brother." Sebastian snarked.
I stuck my tongue out at him, and sat on a chair in the corner, letting Austyn take the spot between him and Emerson on the couch, "What is it?"
Chelsea gave me an annoyed expression, "What do you think it is Remington? What has it been every meeting we've had, for months?"
"Oh my god," I sighed, "we got an extension remember?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Yes, that doesn't mean we should take more time to write. If anything we should try to get it done sooner."
"You literally saw me writing the other day! I'll have the last song soon enough."
"That's not good enough, Rem." Chelsea sighed.
"Why is it such a big deal?" I chuckled dryly.
Sebastian ran his hand down his face, and Emerson spoke up, "He's kind of right though."
I gave a smile of victory. Whichever side Emerson took, was the right one. He was always the tie breaker when Sebastian and I argued.
"Sure sure," Sebastian nodded sarcastically, "except for the fact that we start tour soon, and we all know that once we get on the road any hopes of Remington doing pretty much any part of his job correctly will be completely dwindled almost immediately."
"Thanks for having so much faith in me. It means the world." I muttered sarcastically.
"Wait," Emerson sat up straighter, "aren't we supposed to have the song like two months from now?"
