When the famous boyband, Rushed Division, begin to get into trouble with the press, it is up to Paisley to save the band's image before they do something they can't their careers cannot recover from.
Paisley is not a big fan of the band, finding th...
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"Get up, Asshole," I slap Blaze's forehead as I walk past him.
He groans and rolls off the couch, his body slamming onto the hardwood floor.
I shake my head at him as I walk to the kitchen, instantly regretting the movement. A pounding ricochets through my skull as I press the button for an espresso on the coffee machine.
How much did we drink last night.
I watch impatiently as my coffee drips painfully slowly until it finally finishes pouring. Taking the espresso cup from the machine, I turn around to see Hudson walking in.
"Morning, bro," he smirks, no doubt noticing the hangover written all over my face. I groan and walk back into the living room, where Blaze is now sitting on the couch, staring into space.
I sit next to him as Hudson follows, sitting opposite in one of the cream arm chairs.
"Did you not make me one?" Blaze looks between me and the coffee in my hand.
"Nope," I answer, sitting back and taking a sip.
"Asshole," he mutters under his breath.
"Is Luke awake yet?" Hudson asks, looking far too spritely this morning.
We both shrug, our heads hurting too much to answer.
"Well, y'all need to get dressed," he looks at his watch, "We've got that meeting in an hour."
"Well, since you're awake, you can get Luke up," Blaze smirks evilly.
"Good luck," I scoff and stand up, heading to my room.
I jump in the shower, hoping and praying it will alleviate the hangover.
Or at least get rid of the smell of booze emanating from me.
After scrubbing myself vigorously, I climb out and do the skincare routine my dermatologist has pressed on me after orders from my manager.
I pick out a plain white tee from my walk-in closet, pairing it with some black jeans.
I style my black hair to fall casually on top of my head, not needing to do anything with the shorter cut sides.
My tattoos peek out from the sleeves of my shirt, adding more decoration to the overall basic outfit.
Finishing it off with some jewellery, I add a silver chain to my neck and douse my hands with silver rings.
LA is too hot to wear a jacket, so I simply put on some black combat boots and head out the door.
By the time I emerge downstairs, Hudson and Blaze are waiting by the door. There is still no sign of Luke.
With ten minutes until the meeting starts, he strolls downstairs, a pair of black sunglasses pressed firmly to his face above his nose ring.
