& if it's fate, our paths will cross again x3

Chapter 16: Secret threesome b̶̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ meetings

"So I found Vince's stuff from the Boys' Brigade recently, I didn't know he was so much into it." I'm heading towards Andy's room carrying two mixed drinks for us. "He wasn't, believe me, just like you never were." He's trying to sound offended but I can't help laughing. "Religion has its flaws, the church wasn't right for me." Andy's rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his beverage. "Maybe we should sing about that!" "You're a madman, Mart," he responds before throwing a pillow right in my direction. I duck down so it ends up hitting his desk lamp. "Our parents are gonna kill us," he adds. I'm still laughing, I like that thought. "Do you think Vince would write such songs?" Now he's laughing, too. "No way!" I'm picking up the pillow and throw it at him, he's catching it. "You should ask Dave as well." I'm about to cry of laughter. I get up and my glance falls on Andy's record collection, Pink Floyd's "The Wall" becomes the centre of my attention. "Politics!" Most of the songs I've written so far are about love, I feel like I need some new topics. The pillow is hitting my head before I can even react. "Why don't you write about sex? And your out-of-control alcohol consumption?" He's getting up now too and comes closer, I'm too drunk to tell if he's being ironic or not. "Maybe I should," I reply while still grinning. Andy's looking down and placing his hand on his forehead. "You're absolutely crazy." He picks up the pillow and sits down on his bed again. I'm warm so I take off the sweater and shirt until I'm topless as usual. "Did you escape an asylum? I'm not surprised." It's been three days but the marks and wounds on my body didn't fade a bit. I take my glass and sit down on his bed next to him. "No, it was Vince." Andy's obviously confused and takes a look at my naked back. "Why would you let him do this to you?" His eyebrow's raised, he's expecting an honest answer. "I can't really explain it," his finger is pressing down on my back and it hurts a bit, "but I like it." He drinks the rest of his beverage and places the empty glass on his bedside table and gets up. "By the way, he's coming over too," I look up to him in confusion, "Yes, your loverman." Now I'm getting up again as well. "What? Why?" "Because he called me asking if he could join us later. Don't ask me for the exact reason but I think it has to do with the band." Why would Vince have a "band meeting" without Dave? What if he's done with us? "When is he coming?" The doorbell's ringing. While Andy's heading for the door, I'm getting myself more to drink. Vince greets Andy's siblings who spend their time in the living room before he and Andy appear in the kitchen. "Hello," he says and I'm handing him a drink, "You look awful." "You used to look better, too," I respond quickly. Vince smiles and we all go back to Andy's room.
"So... I wrote something new." I look at Andy and he's looking right back at me, we must have the same thought running through our heads. "And this couldn't wait until tomorrow?" We have our next meeting the next day, I was about to say the same. "What about Dave? He's going to sing it isn't he?" I finally ask. "Yes, but I wanted to know what you think of it beforehand." Vince hands us the lyrics for a song called Only You. We both take a moment to skim the text, he's already waiting for a reaction. It's about love, again. "Another love song?" When Andy's in the room, I don't need to say anything. I just look up and stare at Vince, now waiting for his response. Does he really think this will work out in the long run? I'm reluctant to even hear the melody. "You don't like it?" Vince yanks the paper out of our hands. "I think it's great, much better than what's gonna be on Speak & Spell." We already made our decision on what songs are going to be on our first album, what should we use this song for anyway? We're not really sure about becoming successful yet. "I'm sorry," I mutter. Vince leans back, places the paper on the table and takes a sip of his drink. We spend some moments in silence until Andy suggests to play table tennis, one of his favourite things to do. It really helps, it distracts our minds from the whole band thing. After all this time, we get to spend an evening together as friends.

Vince and I leave Andy's home at around 1 AM. It has become surprisingly cold outside and I can feel drizzle on my face. "I'll drive you home," Vince says as he's pulling me towards his parked car. I'm nodding, not being able to think straight anymore. I'm sitting down and rest my head against the window. I'm feeling tired but when I close my eyes, I'm getting dizzy and nauseous. The engine's turning off, Andy's truly not living far away from me. "Come with me," I mutter, I'm not sure if Vince understood me. His confused face makes me wonder. I'm opening the door and get out of the car. I hear another door slam as I'm heading for my front door. Seemingly out of a sudden, Vince pops up next to me, puts my arm over his shoulders and guides me. "You should really be careful," he says; it's raining now and I almost walked through a puddle. I'm getting the keys out of my jacket but I fail to hit the keyhole. "Come on, man," he's forcibly taking the keys out of my hands and opens the door himself; it's completely dark inside. I'm taking Vince by the hand and lead him to my room. As I turn on the lights, I see him being completely soaked. How long have we been outside? "Don't look at me like that, you don't look better." I'm touching my head, water starts running down from my hair over my face. Vince is taking off his jacket, his shoes, his shirt, his trousers. I sit down on my bed, open the zipper from my own jacket and try to unlace my shoes. He's coming over to me, kneels down and continues what I started. I put my hands on his head and start petting his hair, it's still very wet and cold from the rain. Little drops of water are rolling down his skin. "You are very pretty," I say as I'm grabbing his face and touch his cheekbones with my thumbs. He's blushing and it's causing me to smile. "You shouldn't drink so much," he's taken my shoes off, gets up and places them next to his. Meanwhile, I'm trying to free myself from the wet shirt that's sticking to my skin. He's lending a hand, again, I manage to get out of my trousers by myself, though. I'm cold now. Vince is laying down and I join him. He's wrapping me in the blanket and I feel my eyelids getting heavier as he's pressing my back closer to his chest.