Palaye Royale Fanfic

Chapter 13 - The gig

Chapter 13 - The Gig

I woke up in Remington's arms and cuddled further into his chest, loving the way he felt next to me. He was shirtless and his tattoos were on display, as were his muscles. He stretched and kissed my cheek before pulling me in close.

"Morning, love. Ready for our show?" His voice was husky from sleep and I think my heart actually stopped.

I was curling my hair in the bathroom when Remington came in and put his arms around my waist, kissing my neck.

"Careful babe it's hot."

"You're hot."

I kissed his lips and laughed when he took the curlers from me and curled a part of my hair.

"Not bad for a beginner."

"Who says I'm a beginner?" He winked.

"You've curled your hair before?" I laughed.

"Shush we all had a cringy teen phase."

"I think you're still in your cringey teen phase," I joked.

"You weren't saying that last night," he smirked.

I playfully slapped his arm and he twirled me round. When we were all ready, we went next door for one quick practice before our gig.

"There you are! Where were you last night? We were worried," Sebastian scolded Remington.

"I told you I was with Elodie."

"Yeah for dinner - you were gone the whole night."

Remington winked at me and Emerson wiggled his eyebrows.

"Have fun then?" He teased.

I ignored his teasing and we went through our whole set, still getting used to moving around a bit. We drove to the pub and set up our instruments, our nerves increasing as more people sat down with drinks to watch us.

"And now - local punk rock band... Palaye Royale!"

Our first gig went so well and word spread about us until we had bookings every week. We had more songs and better choreography which people seemed to love. They also seemed to love the chemistry between Remington and I, because we'd mastered some moves that we could do while performing that made the crowd go wild.

All the time Emerson and I weren't at school, we spent practicing for gigs and recording more songs for people to stream online.

"Babe you're bleeding," Remington said, lifting my arm up and pointing to my elbow.

"Oh I must have caught it on something. Do you have a plaster?"

"They're in your room, Seb, aren't they?"

"No they're in yours."

I followed Remington and realised I'd never been upstairs before, because we were always rehearsing in the basement or watching movies in the living room.

"Here's my room - well, our room. I share with Emerson," Remington explained, opening the door to the biggest bedroom.

"You share a room? But there's three bedrooms," I asked in confusion. The layout of our houses were identical and there were three of them so I assumed they'd all have their own bedrooms.

"Emerson can't sleep by himself, but don't tell him I told you - he doesn't like talking about it."

I nodded and sat down on Remington's bed while he looked for a plaster. The room was split in two in terms of decor - Remington's half was very tidy and had lots of posters in perfect formation on the wall. Emerson's was messier but full of artwork and photographs and little ornaments cluttered about and even in the floor. He had a whole shelf for his hats and more were on his unmade bed.

"I keep telling Em to tidy up but he says his creativity flows better in mess. I think that's just fancy talk for saying he's lazy though," Remington told me, handing me the plaster.

It made sense now why he always slept over at mine instead of the other way round. Also because we'd never get any alone time if his brothers were around. Mum invited them all to dinner and it was the first time she'd seen all three brothers at once.