Guilty Pleasure.

Party in the heavens

'Hey Boys!' Chris breathed. The picture glitched slightly.  'You all being good for your mom?' he asked, a smile stretching across his face. They mumbled unconvincing 'yes' making Chris laugh. I stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. It was rare I actually cooked...But tonight I'm cooking something simple! Just a steak, chips and probably some vegetables.

'Where's your mom?' His husky voice rung throughout the house. Fuck I miss him. "She's cooking dinner, we have someone coming over" Blaise informed him. A dramatic gasp escaped from Chris making me roll my eyes. 'She's actually cooking? Must be someone important, who is it?' he questioned. The three boys started talking at the same time trying to be the one to tell their dad who it was. Wait.... FUCK! "Boys, come set the table!" I called. With heavy sighs they all tumbled into the kitchen grabbing plate and shit. I walked into the living room and sat in front of the camera. "You look like shit" I hummed. Chris glared. 'Shut up! It's hard work being a rock star!' he whined. I scoffed, lil baby. He ran a tattooed hand through his black hair, facing the floor smiling softly. 'I miss you guys' he sighed. I bit my lip wishing I could cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead. "We miss you too baby" I murmured. There was yelling in the kitchen and then a smash. "Fucking shits, I gotta go" I groaned. He nodded understandingly. 'Wait before you go, whose coming over?' he questioned. I pursed my lips. "Just a friend I met awhile back, I really gotta go! I love you" I rushed out. I hit the hang up button and ran into the kitchen. "What the hell happened?" I cried. One of my new plates laid on the wooden floor, smashed. "Seriously, guys! It was a simple job" I groaned. I started clearing it up when the doorbell went off. I grunted. "Go get the door Blaise" I ordered. He huffed and stomped off.

"What a lovely view" A deep voice chuckled. I rolled my eyes, a smile sitting on my lips. "Fuck off Ronald."

-Fronz's POV-

I shut my laptop and fell back. I hate leaving them. But, I can't let down my fans...Or my band. "Chris, we're going to a club, you coming?" Sean questioned. I peaked out my bunk. "Yeah man, hold up" I grinned. I jumped out the bunk and slipped off the basketball shorts and pulled on my white jeans and then a white tank top. "You done bro?" Sean hollered. I pulled back my curtain and felt around, where the fuck is my cap? Oh, there it is. "Yeah, coming!" I answered. I slid on a pair of shoes and ran out the bus door. "Took your time!" Chris laughed. I flipped him off, which made him laugh harder. I rolled my eyes. We walked almost two whole blocks by the time we reached a large building with music pounding through. We all walked up, including our crew and manager, Kalan talked to the security guard who looked over his shoulder and waved to us, meaning- move your asses up here. We all walked over, me lighting up a joint. "How you doing boys?" He grinned. I passed the joint over to Sean, who took in a large breath and then passed it to Chris who copied, only taking three drags. After Kalan finished it up the guy sent us through. It was dimly lit, strobe lights shit through the room like lightning. A thick layer of smoke filled the room. Drunken laughter filled the room, along with people shouting to speak or just trying to sing along to whatever was playing. "Lets go get drinks!" Chris cheered. We all followed, hollering and laughing.

"Chris, is that you?" a voice asked, slurring slightly. I spun around, my head thumping. I stared at whoever was before me, squinting trying to get a clear view. Stupid blurry eye sight! "Chris it's me, Victoria!"