"well maybe if i wasn't surrounded by couples right now, there'd be no need to complain about in the first place."
"i couldn't agree more, duff."
"shut the fuck up, ozzy."
"woah," ozzy gapes at the blonde to his left before moving to scoot away on the couch. "who pissed in your cornflakes?"
its been a couple days since flora's party and the group have collectively decided as two bands to perform at the festival in downtown la. they're waiting for their respective turns to perform so they're all chilling backstage as flora finishes up curling raven's hair. metallica just so happened to be performing right after the guns so they ended up also hanging out with the group.
"honestly," james sighs, wrapping his arm around his girlfriends shoulders as she doodles on her sketch pad. "remind me to never get on your bad side, bro."
"no," duff rolls his eyes. "im just tired of being surrounded by pda all the damn time... like can we all just chill? plus, slash and raven are like an actual married couple now."
he's not even wrong. ever since the party, raven and slash have been attached at the hip. they still say their not together and of course, they 'still hate each other' but their always together. usually, their cracking up at something stupid. they have genuinely been reduced to a pair of lovesick fools and day by day, it grows more and more obvious.
axl goes to make some joke about how they're currently proving duff's point but its then that he notices their absence from the group. which is odd because raven was literally just sitting right there. like flora is just sitting down from having finished with her hair. his brows furrow as he asks, "where did they even go?"
not even two minutes ago she and slash were sat on the two stools by the mirror behind the couch. she'd been trying to read misery but slash kept sticking his hand over the book to get her attention.
"probably somewhere to makeout," axl roles his eyes, leaning his head against erins.
mick sighs dramatically as he and the rest of motley came off the stage. "they've come so far." he leans his hand on duffs shoulder, wiping a fake tear. "havent they?"
duff just groans. " i hate couples." like literally why did they have to be behind time him of all people? he was literally subject to their fucking whispering and giggling for 15 minutes. literally why.
