This Is a Wasteland

Part Six

I wake up with my body wrapped around Tony’s, basically clinging on for dear life.

My head pounds and I glance around the room.

Oh thank god I’m still in Mike’s room.

I look up towards his bed and he’s nowhere to be found.

I gently unravel myself from a snoring Tony and go to my backpack. I grab out all my things and go into Mike’s bathroom so I can shower.

I run the hot water and undress myself before I step in.

The hot water runs down my bare body and I close my eyes.

What the fuck happened last night.

I wash my body and hair rather slowly then get out.

I pull on my burgundy hoodie, black yoga shorts, and knee high socks.

I open the door back to Mike’s bedroom and see that Tony’s gone.

My head pounds as I head down the hall to the kitchen.

All the boys are sitting along the counter holding onto their heads.

“Morning, Mads.” Mike croaks.

“God Mikey your voice is killing my head.” I say smiling.

He hands me some pain killers and I down them.

“We ordered pizza.” Vic says looking up from the counter.

“Yay.” I weakly cheer.

“Put on some clothes.” Jaime croaks.

“No.”

The boys giggle and I try to push myself onto the counter.

After a minute of me clawing at the counter trying to pull myself up, I give up and just lay my upper body on the counter.

“No energy?” Tony asks laughing.

“No.”

“Here.” He says pushing me up.

“Thank you.” I say hugging the counter.

Tony runs his fingers up and down my back sending chills throughout my body.

The doorbell rings and I cover my ears.

“Ow.”

“You’ll feel better soon, Mads.” Vic says walking to the door.

“Someone carry me to the couch in the practice room.” I whine.

Familiar hands grab my body and set me over their shoulder.

I look to the arm and see colorful skin.

“Who the fuck is carrying me?”

“Your brother.” Jaime whispers.

He sets me on the couch and I grab onto his left arm.

“Hime! Mom’s going to flip the fuck out! When did you get this?”

“Like a week ago.”

“Hime why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because you’ve been spending every fucking second of your day with Tony.”

“Why the fuck are you getting mad about me having a friend? You could have easily came into my room to tell me or you could have called me or texted me. We live in the same fucking house.”

“I don’t want to argue with you.”

He always knows this shuts me up.

I sigh and he frowns.

“I know you and Tony are together.” He whispers.

“No we’re not.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He yells.

“I’m not fucking lying! If I were I’d fucking tell you!”

“Mads I know when you’re lying. I know you’re with Tony and I know you’re fucking him.”

“Hime you have the wrong fucking idea in your god damn head. I’m not hooking up with Tony. He’s my friend. My best friend actually.”

“Well my bandmates all like you.”

“That’s not my problem and they’re my friends. Mike is a different story and you know that.”

“Maybe they would actually like your personality if you wore clothes. The guys hate when you wear that shit.”

“How I dress is my decision.”

He glares at me and I glare right back.

I roll my eyes and start walking off

“Stop whoring around with my bandmates.” He growls grabbing onto my arm and pulling me back.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Before I even knew what I was doing I punched him directly in the jaw.

Stomping comes down the hall and I punch him again.

I get grabbed by the waist and start getting pulled out the door.

I fight my way out of whoever grabbed me grasp and clench my fist as soon as my feet hit the floor.

“You’re my brother! You’re my fucking twin! We’re supposed to be there for each other no matter what without judging each other. You’re a fucking hypocrite and I fucking hate you. I know I said I wouldn’t say that I hate you anymore when I don’t mean it, but this time I do. I fucking hate you, Jaime. Don’t ever talk to me again or ask me to do anything for you again. I’m so done with you and your bullshit. I think I’m gonna go tell Jess about when you cheated on her at that one party a few months ago because I’m done keeping your secrets.”

“Maddie.” He whispers.

“Fuck you, Jaime. Fuck you.” I growl.

I turn around to walk down the hall, but spin right back around to look at Tony, Vic and Mike.

“Also sorry Tony, Mike and Vic, but I’m not going on tour with you guys anymore. I’m not getting stuck in a bus with that asshole for months on end. Oh also because apparently what I wear bothers everyone in this room.”

“Mads.” Vic croaks blinking back tears.

 “I’m out.” I say walking away.