Lil Hernandez

Chapter 9

Hey everyone! So I can't believe how long it's been since I last touched this story. Part of the reason why this update has taken so long. I didn't know where to take it from the last chapter and I also lost a ton of old material ( I should really keep a note book, instead of loose papers), so I had to basically start from scratch. Which is why the writing style for this chapter looks different compared to previous chapters. Also be on the look out, for a special guest this chapter. Enjoy and please leave me a comment- A 

Alex's POV

This last month has been one for the books. First, all the stuff going on with my mom and now I'm homeless. I'm not anger with Andrew, but I'm not exactly in the mood to be pick up any of his calls either. 

Thankfully, Patrick from the Firing Pistons was kind enough to let me crash on his couch, only on the condition that we jam together every evening. The old thing may smell like wet dog and have a spring or two out of place, but it beats the cold LA cement any day. I stretch my body out, and hear a small few cracks coming from my back. Man when did I get this old. The pain dulls, as I settle into a more comfortable position. 

It's Friday night. My plans for the evening include a date with Netflix and Sirius, Patrick's 8 year old black Lab. Who despite his old age made it very clear my first night. If anyone watches the tv, he joins. Sirius slowly makes his way from Patrick's room on the other side of the small apartment to his spot on the couch as I browse the movie selections. He makes it to the edge of the couch, thrusting his big nose against my shin. "Ok, Ok." I chuckle, lifting him up onto the couch. "I think you need to go on a diet big fella." 

"He wouldn't need to, if you wouldn't stop over feeding him." Patrick calls. 

"I've only been here a few weeks!" I shout back. "So it's definitely your doing."  He chuckles coming out of this room. I had only met Patrick a handful of time, before moving in with him. I'll at admit I was a bit skeptical at first living with a guy, however once we both got over the awkwardness and establishing a shower schedule. Seriously I wouldn't have guessed a man like Patrick would require so much time to get ready, but everyone is a little OCD about something. The walking sex god known as Patrick, just happens to have an obsession with personal hygiene. Ok, maybe sex god is a little over the top. I think as Patrick makes his way into the kitchen. Wearing only a pair of worn out sweats, which also happen to be hanging dangerously low on his chiseled cut hips. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination.  

"No plans this evening?" I ask casually, keeping my eyes glued to the screen. 

"Nope." He says popping the p. "Want a beer?"

"Gotta ask me twice." I chuckle. Finally settling on a movie, Rocky. 

"Really?" Patrick groans handing me the beer, and settles into the recliner opposite me.  I may or may not have chosen this movie because a certain person, gets a hard on watching the young Italian stallion sweat. Yes, I'm a horrible person, for exploiting my roommate's 'curiosity' but this is payback(story for another time). I grin taking a sip of beer. 

Not even five minutes into the film I hear my phone vibrate on the coffee table. It's only a text so I ignore it. It buzzes a few more times, earning me an amused look from Patrick. "Someone's popular," He comments, taking a sip from his beer. I snort and retrieve my phone, two messages in group chat. Oh great either one of the guys is already drunk texting or this is serious. Considering it's only 7, anything could be possible. Especially with these boys. 

Hey guys I know this is totally last minute, but I just got a call from my buddy uptown and they need people to play for this gallery opening in two hours. - Marcus. So this is serious.