GTFO of My Head

Chapter 6

"So how's the love nest?" Maddie heaved a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes at the screen of her phone.

"We're leaving emotions out of it, remember? It's a fuckfest not a love nest," she corrected Patti with a smirk. "And it's...fine so far as that goes."

"Fine? I mean at least you're getting some on the regular, that's an improvement isn't it?" Patti asked as she reached into the oven to pull out a baking sheet of what appeared to be peanut butter cookies. Maddie licked her lips and wished she was up the street and could just pop in and devour half of those cookies.

"I have no complaints other than it's a bit like living in a frat house," she explained, turning her phone to show her friend the pile of Brady's discarded clothes on the floor.

"Ugh...grown men who can't look after themselves is such a turn off. He'd better be hung like a water buffalo to make up for that mess," Patti chuckled as she left the cookies to cool on the counter and made her way out to the deck that overlooked the monstrous backyard that included fruit trees and wildflowers. Maddie didn't answer. She was partly waiting for Patti to settle in one of her deckchairs, but she also wasn't going to discuss Braydon's measurements. That would just be crass. "Oh...really? He's super fucking hot and hung like a horse? Well fuck, you can always get a maid," Patti added when Maddie didn't fill the silence.

"Mmmm you would think a rental like this would include maid service but apparently not," Maddie sighed as she glanced over at the towel currently on the floor of the bathroom. "But that's probably to try and keep his being here on the down low."

"Yeah it would definitely be too much to deal with a slob and his screaming emo fan girls too. Can you imagine, hey girls I know he's pretty but check the state of his bedroom," Patti mused out loud and Maddie snorted.

"I don't think that would turn them off. I mean...they seem to think his obsession with super heroes is adorable. Some of them have even replicated his tattoos," she added, pulling a face.

"Oh those aren't lick and stick? Those are for real? You would think someone with his kind of money would get better ink," Patti frowned.

"I know right? You should see some of them close up...they look like they were drawn by a ten year old. I mean, yeah he got a lot of them done when he was drunk off his ass but still...get them covered up or lasered off," she shuddered.

"So where is lover boy?" Patti asked as she squinted at the screen. "In the hot tub or playing video games or what?" Maddie laid back on the bed.

"I don't know if he actually plays video games. I haven't seen him play anything but Minecraft on his phone," she furrowed her brown and then shrugged. "He's out on the deck talking to one of the guys from the band. He spends a lot of time worrying about what they think about him doing solo work," she added.

"I don't get that. I mean all the great bands have had guys go off and do stuff on their own. Mick Jagger, John Lennon...," Patti's voice trailed off as she seemed to realize that might not a good example.

"I think the Beatles is exactly what makes guys in bands worry when one guy goes off on his own," Maddie rolled over on her stomach and grinned at her friend. "Get this though, Arcane has a party bus and a quiet bus, and I think that's why he's worried, because now that he's sober there will be only one guy left on the party bus." she explained.

"Well either that guy will be super happy to have his orgies all to himself or he'll quit the band and find another band where he won't be the only sloppy drunk," Patti replied with a shrug.

"I know right? Is it kind of mean to wonder if the guy would be kind of fucked without being able to pick off the girls hanging around hoping to get with Brady?" she asked, imagining all the pretty girls with their black lipstick and platform black boots hoping to get with the handsome front man of the band, only to settle for a quick shag with the bass player in the back of a tour bus. It was kind of unseemly.