"Is your refrigerator running? Well then you better catch it!"
A story in which an egotistical pop star keeps getting prank calls from a sarcastic girl
Book 1 of 5 in the communications series
"Drew, what's this?" Sergio opens the door to my room to talk to me. He walks in, my pack of cigarettes in his hand.
"Mine," I sit up to grab them, but he pulls them away from me while shaking his head.
"I was told you left all of them at home," he scolds me, taunting me with the pack. They're so close I can feel it.
"That was what happened, but I bought more," I sit up, get on my feet, and lunge at him, securing the pack in my hand.
"Drew no," Sergio snaps at me, trying to get the pack back. I shove him away.
"Don't you touch me," I snarl at him, but he holds his ground.
"Drew Luis Ramos, give me back those or else there are going to be some serious consequences," he sticks his hand out as if he expects me to just set them there and give up. He should know better that I don't turn down a fight of any kind.
"What? I know you wouldn't hit me, and management is across the country. You. Can't. Do. Shit," I seethe, whipping out my lighter and lighting one up right in the middle of the fight.
"Drew stop," he gives me a "final warning" that I discard like it's nothing. "Fine, if you want to be kicked out of the band then keep doing whatever the hell you're doing!" He storms out of the room, the door slamming forcefully. The sound echoes throughout the house, ringing in my ears.
It takes a minute for the words to kick in. They can't take me out of the band. It's out of their power. I'm in a contract. Anyways, the band wouldn't be the same with four members. In Real Life is composed of five members, not four. It states in the contract that In Real Life is a five member musical group, and it is to remain like that, so thank you Sergio for the empty threat to scare me. But is it really an empty threat? Sergio isn't one to do that. I throw the door open and see him curled up in a ball on the couch.
"Sergio Calderon explain," I demand, slamming my hand down on the counter. He winces at the sound.
"I wasn't supposed to say anything. Please ignore the fact that I said that," he whimpers nearly inaudibly, only the faint sound reaching me. I clench my jaw.
"Talk," the growl comes out without warning. He shakes his head.
"I can't. Management is going to kill me already. That would make it so much worse," Sergio sniffles. Is he crying? This boy is freaking out for no good reason. I mean, I'm the one who should be freaking out, not him. If I'm being honest, I'm not surprised this was getting kept from me. It wouldn't be the only time the boys excluded me and kept me out of something.
"Suck it up Serg and tell me," I command him. Once again, he shakes his head.
"Drew I can't," he rolls away from me, facing the inside of the couch now. That's it. Stomping over there, I rip the pillows away from him and turn him towards me.
"Stop being such a fucking baby. Management finding out isn't the most terrible thing ever. If anything, I should be freaking out because it affects me, not you. You're sobbing like you're the only one affected. Guess what? Not a precious hair on your little prettyboy head is being hurt while I...," I go off until Sergio bolts up.
"God dammit Drew everything isn't about you! I came out here to look on my phone and see that Chance got mobbed by some people and broke his wrist. Brady told me that Michael is in a horrible condition, and he refuses to talk to anyone. The girl I like has been leading me on for over a month, and she got a boyfriend. Oh, and my ex is now dating my brother!" he goes off, tear falling down his face.
"I wasn't implying everything's about me, damn cool down," I scoff. Sergio's eyes turn to fire right before my eyes. His whole face lights up in rage.
"You're such an asshole! Do you know that? I literally just listen to yourself. I just listed off several problems, and you only seem concerned with your reputation and ego. Chance broke one of his bones, and Michael is struggling. None of it even phases you! You're not the same Drew I used to know. He would've actually cared," the pure amount of anger in his voice startles me before the words actually sink in.
"Serg..."
"No Drew! Ever since we joined this band, you've thought you're better than everyone else. When does it stop? When do the drugs, alcohol, and fights stop? When does you trying to break away from the group stop? People have started to think we're a four piece now. That is until the headlines come out that you've hooked up with another girl or have done some other reckless stuff. Then, they remember we're a five piece and shun us. You even shun the four of us. Do you know how that feels to all four of us?" That's where I cut him off.
"You think you're being shunned? Imagine being me! You four have each other. It's your little family that I'm excluded from. I have to look in from the outside. Hell, the four of you probably have another secret group I'm not aware of, and all of this is just a ploy to get it to be able to come out."
"We don't exclude you! You leave us. We tried to hang out with you, but you were too busy with your groupies and 'bad boy rep' to give us a second glance! We'd throw little mini parties meant for the five of us, but only four of us would show up. It's obvious you hate all four of us Drew. I'm surprised you haven't just left the group already."
"There's no way in hell I would leave the group. I worked hard to get into it. It's not getting pulled out of my grasp that easily."
"Well it is if you don't get your shit together," he has his jaw clenched. "They can legally replace you if you don't get back on track within a year."
"Did they think of that themselves, or did you and Chance suggest that for them?"
"You're such a dick. We flipped shit when we heard they were doing this! Michael stormed out of the room when Mr. Storkman told us."
"Like I'd actually believe that! You're an idiot to think I would buy that. It's true then, that you guys suggested it." A snapping sound fills my ears, and I see a pencil in Sergio's hand that is now snapped in half.
"Fine, if you don't believe me and don't have faith in the rest of the band then why are you in it anyways? It would probably be easier for the four of us anyways," Sergio moves out of the living room into his room. Me, on the other hand, looks in the mirror and starts uncontrollably sobbing.
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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been super busy.
But I updated now, and that's what matters. I'm seeing infinity war in two days and I'm ready to cry. My friend who loves Bucky and Loki is going to sit with me and bawl during the final scene because we all know what happens then😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 not gonna spoil anything though cause I'm not like that
