The Summoning (Sleep Token FanFiction)

XXVIII - Calcutta

The boys got ready upstairs, offering to let Isla and I use the entire downstairs as our "dressing room". The basement was where II kept his kit. There was a keyboard, guitar and a bass in the other corner of the large living room and the walls were adorned with old show posters from when they had first started out. 

I studied one of them that seemed to advertise a show that was done in a small church called Saint Pancras in 2018. How strange to have a show in a church. I wondered where it was.

There were two rooms and a large bathroom downstairs, one looking to be III's room and the other looked to be II's storage room for his drum's travel cases. 

"Could you do me up?" Isla came in to the bathroom in a stunning lace gown and turned to offer the zipper up the back. 

I set down my hair brush and zipped up her zipper. Smiling, I gushed, "I love this dress!"

She turned with a wry smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, it's amazing..." I was a bit confused at her smile. 

"Well, guess what..." She let on a full smile before jumping her feet apart to reveal pant legs. "It's a jumpsuit!"

This made me laugh and we fell into a fit of giggles. 

"Alex wanted to take me to the party on his bike and I figured a dress wouldn't really go well under riding gear." Isla seemed to blush a little and I was taken aback at III's real name.

"Oh, it looks like you missed some hair in the back that is still straight, do you want me to curl them for you?" I offered, hoping I didn't overstep.

"Really?" Isla pouted, turning to try and see it in the mirror, but couldn't. "That would be great, thank you."

"Okay, hold on." I went out to borrow II's drum bench and brought it back in to the bathroom to set in front of the mirror. She sat and got comfortable as I turned the curler back on. 

It was quiet for a few minutes as I curled her hair and I tried to think of something to talk about. I was never good at making new friends, preferring to avoid the stage of friendship that held most of the awkwardness. 

Isla broke the silence first. "So, how did you end up being their videographer?"

I scoffed a nervous laugh at the unintentional loaded question, "Uh, well..." I cleared my throat, "That's sort of a weird story."

"Ooo, I love weird stories!" Isla smirked to me in the mirror and I focused on my task while trying to think of what to tell her. What had III told her? 

"They sort of got me out of a... bad situation back in the U.S. and I owed them a favor, so II and Sam came up with the idea of me helping with their documentary." That was a normal way to put it, right?

She furrowed her brow for a moment, wanting to ask more, but refrained herself. 

"Is it weird that we call him Three?" I asked, trying to get away from the questions in case she didn't know about them. 

"Yeah!" She laughed, a light airy laugh that moved her shoulders. "I mean, it is a little weird, but he's also... changed."

Isla looked down to her nails as if deep in thought. They were painted a glossy black. 

My hands slowed as I left the curler in a lock of hair, "In a bad way?"

"No, no." She started to shake her head before remembering I was occupied with curling it, "It's like he's..." Pausing, she smiled a bit as if lost in memory, giving a small chuckle, "Like he's more mature, believe it or not."