Play For Me (Palaye Royale)

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I was sprawled out on Emerson's bed, watching him pack for Warped Tour. He was shoving basically all of his clothing into a duffel bag, which I didn't understand. How could someone be so careless in packing?

"Are you nervous?" I asked him, trying to start a conversation instead of listening to him tear through drawers. 

"Nah. This shit is easy peasy pumpkin peasy." he said, tossing a hat into the bag. 

"Pumpkin pie, mother fucker." I finished. 

"Remington would be proud," he laughed. 

"Hey, Jules? Have you seen my playboy sweatshirt anywhere?" Remington called from the other room.

"Duty calls," I pushed myself up from the bed and walked across the hall to Rem's very messy room. 

"Where did you have it last?" I asked him, opening a drawer. 

"That drawer. It's not there anymore."

I immediately pulled it out from the bottom. "Oh, really?"

His face turned bright red. "That was... I'm so fucking stupid." he groaned, folding it and putting it into his suitcase. I pulled it back out and unfolded it. 

He grinned as I pulled it over my head.  

"I'm cold. I'll fold it back up later." I said. 

"No, no. Keep it." He stood up as his phone vibrated. "Hold on a sec." He left the room and went out onto the balcony of their apartment. 

"Hello?" I could hear just as he pulled the door shut. 

I walked out of the room and knocked on Sebastian's door. As soon as I finished knocking, he pulled it open. 

"Hey," he said, "Come in."

I walked in and instantly tripped on his suitcase. "Fuck," I groaned. 

"Sorry," he said, kicking it out of the way, "forgot that was there."

I giggled. "How in the hell do you forget that a gigantic suitcase is just laying on your floor?"

"I honestly don't know," he replied, walking into his closet. "What do you think about this jacket?" he asked me, holding a grey suit jacked. 

"Shoulder pad-y" I said. 

"Stop."

"Never."

"Is that Remington's sweatshirt?" he poked his head back out from the closet. 

"I-yeah." My face turned bright red, and he must have noticed.

"Do you still like him? Its been like, 10 years."

"Sebastian, stop."

"Nev-" I cut him off. Remington had just come back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

"FUCK! EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME WE GO ON TOUR!" He shouted, obviously angry. 

I left Seb's room without saying a word. 

"What happened?" I sat down on the kitchen counter. 

"Our new bass player just quit on us." he said, flopping down on his couch. 

"I can-if you want- play?" I immediately regretted it. What if I have an anxiety attack on stage?

"Are you sure? That would be great! You've been on stage before, and you obviously know how to play."

"I mean, I guess. I'm just playing for strangers." That thought always calmed me down. They can't judge me, I'm probably never going to see them again in my life. 

"Well, grab your bass, because we have a new bass player!" he paraded back to his room, happier than before. 

"What the hell did I just get myself into?" I whispered to myself.

A/N Hello everyone! I'm very bored at work today, and I can't really do anything since I have a spider bite on my ankle which makes walking a little harder. Let me know what you think of this book! Have a good day!