Gargoyles (Angelo Parente Story)

Trust

Ledemure

Okay, one week has passed since tour started. I'm actually doing pretty good with the boys, but Ricky and I give each other a lot of shit, just because he likes giving my brother shit. He says :

"The little obnoxious kid comes out"

And I'm cool with that 'cause I give him a lot of shit as well. That's life. Since I found out Angelo is much as a Gargoyle lover as I am, we've been talking a lot about lots of things. He's such a nice guy, to bad he is so shy. Not that I can judge, I'm pretty damn shy myself.

-Okay boys, set starts in 15, you all ready?- I'm helping Josh with managing. I take care of the boys, he takes care of the equipment. Fair enough.

-Just 5 minutes and we'll be out there.- Ryan said rushing thru me. They would run from one side to another before heading out.

-Okay, chill...- I shrugged.- Angelo, are you done? You always get in first, drummerize everything.- I tapped his shoulder twice and he nooded.- Great. Any problems?

-Can you help me here?- Ricky said I guess looking for his beanie.

-Your make up is not even done yet, you fucker!- I slapped his back and grabbed the paint.- You're not going in with the beanie, I'll look for it while you're playing.- I passed the paint at my fist and poked him twice on the shoulder, making him stare at me.

-What the...- Before he finished, I slightly punched the side of his mouth.- Ow, you idiot!- He slapped my arm and I rolled my eyes.

-Makeup is done, NOW GO!- I started pushing him and the boys out. Angelo was gone already, great.- Idiots...- I giggled and started to clean up their mess. And I actually found Ricky's beanie.- Nooow, I can take a shower.- I finally finished putting everything away and grabbed my PJ, heading to the small bathroom. Today we wouldn't stay at a hotel, unfortunately. 

I turned on music on my phone and locked the bathroom door. It was playing Ramona by Beck. Shit, I'm not in the mood, but I love this song. Every time I listen to this song (and many others) the feeling that I need a partner gets more and more intense.

-Ugh, hate you...- I changed the song and finally, something awesome. A bit of Alice Cooper won't kill me, right? I entered the shower and smiled as the warm water cleaned my disgusted soul. Ugh, I really needed this. The creative process is working, my books are finally becoming something. 

I finished my shower and went to the bunk area, putting on my PJ. Actually a small shirt, girl boxers and a leg warmer. I was going to cook something, enough spending money on junk food. They could die out of that shit, really.

I only hope they get here a little later, cause I don't want to be on, well, my underwear when they get here. I placed my phone at the table and grabbed a bunch of food from the fridge, putting everything on the counter. 

-Okay, spaguetti and meatballs on the house tonight.- I giggled and started my thing, dancing, singing and just having a good time by myself.

One hour and a half later....

-Okay, dinner almost ready...- I smiled finishing the salad. I mixed the pasta and the meatballs in a huge bowl and one o fmy fave songs started playing : Should I Stay or Should I Go, by The Clash. I stated dancing (again) and flipping my hair, like no one was seeing.

I guess I shouldn't have done that.

-Oh fuck.- I freezed in place when I saw Angelo standing at the door.- Hi.

-Nice moves.- He smiled getting in, closing the door behind him.

-What the hell are you doing here?- I arched an eyebrow trying to hide my panties.