Composure {Brandon Arreaga (PRETTYMUCH)}

"Nice to meet you!"

It's been a week since we've been back in LA, and my birthday is tomorrow. We haven't really talked to the guys much since we got back.

I was sitting at the table writing lyrics when my phone beeped. I didn't really pay much attention to it until I heard Isabella's beep from the couch. I brushed it off until I heard them both beep a few more times. I sigh and put my pencil down before picking up my phone.

GC: PRETTYMUCH + 2 🤪❤️

Zion🤤:
Hey ma dudes👋🏾

Ed🙂:
We miss the Gomez
sisters 😭

Austin🤪:
We really need to hang
out again! ☹️

Nick😇:
If one of you doesn't
respond soon i'm gonna
be mad 😠

Sister Izzy👯‍♀️💓:
You gonna go shrek?

Nick😇:
No comment 😶

Brandon🐝:
Got em Bella 😂

Gabby🦋❤️:
B quiet ya bafoons
i'm trying to write

Brandon🐝:
We'll leave you alone
under one condition 😇

Gabby🦋❤️:
What's the condition?

Zion🤤:
come to dinner tonight
at our house :) the guys
are bringing their gfs and
i need moral support. ☹️

Sister Izzy👯‍♀️💓:
I'm down if Gabby is

their girlfriends? I don't know if i'm mentally prepared to meet Charlotte...

Gabby🦋❤️:
ohhh idk... I was
planning on just staying in
tonight.

Austin🤪:
Plzzzz Gibby 😭

Gibby was the guys new nickname for me

Zion🤤:
Gibby I won't survive
the night without you 😭

Nick😇:
Gibby, don't make me go
shrek ..

Ed🙂:
C'mon Gibs, it won't be
the same without you.

Brandon🐝:
C'mon Gabs, I really
want you to meet Char!
I know you two will get along
great!

I sigh in defeat.

Gabby🦋❤️:
okay okay just let me
get ready.

I stand up from the table, and go to put my songbook in my room. I quickly take a shower and put on plaid pants, with a black shirt and black combat boots. I straighten my hair and put on light makeup. I groan as I stare at myself in the mirror mentally preparing myself for the night ahead of me. I finally walk into the kitchen where Isabella is already waiting for me.

"Ready to go?" she asks me. I just nod in response and we head towards the door. I grab my sunglasses and purse on the way out.
When we get to the car we both have the same idea and shoot our fingers up to our noses at the exact same time. I roll my eyes and laugh. We play rock paper scissors to decide who drives, of course I lose. I groan and get into the drivers seat.

About 20 minutes later I pull into their driveway. I put the car in park and inhale deeply. I step out slowly, and lock it.