How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED}

Pretty Things

"All those pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things

So collectable, why not collect them all

Obviously cunningly, womanly

All those pretty things, god bless the pretty things!"

There was a valid reason I was singing Pretty Things by Take That in the front lounge... Okay, there wasn't a valid reason. But the Fuentes brothers went to go get breakfast, and Tone and Jaime sleep like rocks. At least, I thought Tony slept like a rock.

"Beautiful!" Tone explains after I finish the song. I jump at the sudden voice. He laughs at my reaction.

"May I ask how long you were standing there, Perry?" I ask, making sure to annoy him with my accent. Making the E  in his name sound like A.

"Longer than you would like." He says, still cringing from the way I said his last name. "Why do you say my name like that?" He asks.

"Because, when you annoy me, I get to annoy you. Common house rules."

"We're on a bus!" He complains.

"We're in a household, at the moment. It's a roof over our heads. It's a home, for now. So, I get to use the term 'House Rules.'" I counter. He holds his hands above his head in surrender.

"Did you look out the window?" I ask. "I mean, we're docked, but you can still see the waters." His eyes grow wide, and he hurls himself towards the window.

"Oh my..." He trails. "Wait- Where are Vic and Mike?" As if on cue, they burst in the door. I turn to the brothers and find that they have fetched the closest, and easiest thing to grab. McDonald's.

"Really? Come on, that isn't healthy." I complain.

"I got you the pancakes." Mike says. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"Don't let it get out that your tour nurse finds guilty pleasures in McDonald's breakfast." I warn. He holds his hands up, after handing me my pancakes. Jaime stumbles in. I give him a strange look.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm surprised how you can't hear me sing at the top of my lungs, but you are somehow awakened by saturated fat." I state.

"What's 'Saturated fat?'" He asks.

"Diabetes fuel, to put it simply, you see-" My explanation is cut off by Mike.

"Stop. With. The. Explanations. We get that you know more than us. Can we please keep it that way? I'd rather memorize rhythms than brain tissues."

"I'm not a neurosurgeon." I counter.

"Oh forget it!" Mike stands up, and leaves to the bunks. Jaime and Vic are stifling laughs, and Tony is laughing his ass off.

"What?" I ask. "I'm not neurosurgeon! I don't know the names of all the brain tissue! Now, I know the names of the bones in the skull." I offer. Vic and Jaime lose it. After calming down, we decide to just finish eating. I was the first to get dressed(SEL) And actually do something useful. I took out the trash and did the dishes.

Now, I was in my favorite spot in the back lounge, with American McGee's Alice. After dying multiple times, I saved the game, and closed it. I checked all my social media, and found a post on Instagram.

"VIC!" I shout. He runs in.

"Yeah?"

"Is there a reason why you posted a picture of Tone and I? And now fangirls are going crazy. To be completely honest, these girls freaking scare me. One said that they are, and I quote, 'So jealous, that they could kill me.' Another said, 'This is the OTP! OMFG! I CAN'T EVEN!' In all caps, with a bunch of emojis at the end." Vic starts laughing. "This isn't funny! It's fucking terrifying! Young teenage girls want me dead!"