My Dad's Band

The Remote Hog and Tickles

It'd been two full weeks since my dad and I had gotten to Los Angeles. The boys had been writing songs constantly and today they were going to the recording studio to hopefully start an album.

I'd grown really close to all of my dad's band mates. I realized that Calum wasn't creepy or a pervert after all. But, I had become closest to Ashton. He was really relatable and easy to talk to. I think he thought of me as a close friend, too.

I had told him about all my friends in Sydney and he had told me about his life in all the various places he had lived. Although, he claimed that Hornsby was his favorite of all.

I hadn't spoken to Brooklyn much. He'd been spending the majority of his time working out on the beach and swimming in our backyard.

Whenever I got up in the middle of the night his light was always on. I longed for a late night conversation like the one we shared on my first night here.

I wanted to ask him so many questions like: what was his girlfriend like? Why was he ignoring me? All of the places he had ever lived? All of the girls he had ever kissed? The longest he'd ever been awake? His favorite food? If he had a favorite shirt like I did?

I could have asked him so many questions, but he'd been dodging me like the flu. When I did see him all the boys were around.

Speaking of boys being around, living with so many boys at once was a bizarre experience.

I did a pretty good job at cleaning up after myself. I cleaned up all my makeup and put it all into one bag. I had one drawer, and only one in the bathroom. Somehow, I managed to put my hair curlers,  flat iron, makeup, and hygiene items in the one drawer.

Michael was about the only boy who didn't leave mysterious hair all over the bathroom, for he had none on his head. I found pubs and all sorts of gross things in the bathroom.

I don't even want to talk about the used condom that sat in the shower for a whole day.

A/N: This is me describing sharing a bathroom w/ my brother. It's horrid.

The fridge was constantly empty, leaving me and Ashton to restock it, along with all the cupboards and the pantry.

The television was seemingly stuck on one channel, ESPN.

Luckily, everyone had their own sleep quarters. Michael and Calum took to the basement. Ashton had the master bedroom on the main floor. And Brooklyn, my dad, and I slept upstairs.

I had been keeping up with things back home fairly well. Andrew and Abby went to prom together and had a great night, while Alison and Kayla got waisted within an hour and ended up going home with some of the school's biggest fuckboys.

It was now Sunday night. The boys were out. I think my dad and his band mates had gone to the bar and I had no idea where Brooklyn was. Frankly, I didn't care.

It was getting to be late but I couldn't go to bed now because the iHeart Radio Awards were on and Taylor Swift and Harry Styles were slaying.

I heard the backdoor slam open and somebody stumble in. I assumed it was the boys, probably already drunk.

They stayed in the kitchen for a while. Oddly, I heard no talking. Usually, the boys were loud drunks.

I decided to go check it out, for Miley Cirrus was performing and I didn't care for her.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a blonde chick pinned up against the wall, lip locked with Ashton. All I could see was his curly hair and his hands on her waist.