Holding Hands Won't Be Enough

Chapter 5: Driveway

"I'll be back late this afternoon."

"I feel like a maid, Seth." she sighed, "Can't you just order takeout?"

"The guys have both commented on how amazing your cooking is." he offered, as if that made it all okay. "Please?"

She sighed before asking far too sweetly for it to be taken seriously, "Exactly, how much longer is my house going to be a hotel?" Seth laughed.

"Come on, it's not that bad, babe." he kissed her temple and picked up a cork screw, before crouching back down in front of the wine shelves, "You're surrounded by sexy dudes all day, what woman would complain?"

"This one." she smiled, tumbling the potatoes she had just boiled in a dish with a little butter and some dill. Seth pulled a bottle out and set it on the counter without standing from his position.

"Well you know what?" He said with a semi-serious chuckle, plucking another bottle out and standing to his feet, "Maybe if you gave Ville a chance rather than avoiding him at every opportunity, you wouldn't be complaining." He shot her an expectant glance, "I don't get it? Are you like, embarrassed, because you think he's hot or something?" he teased.

"Hmm?" she sounded as if she hadn't heard a word he said, making herself look extra flustered in the mess of a kitchen. She grabbed a box of microphones, though it wasn't really getting in her way at all, "Can you please move some of this shit, the kitchen is not an office." she growled, pushing the box towards him, sick of finding increasing amounts of recording equipment popping up all over her home for the past ten days.

He pulled the box off the bench top and looked at her pleadingly, "Just," he sighed, "try... Please."

"Seth, drop it. This is my fucking home and I have every fucking right to be annoyed at it being treated like Sunset fucking Plaza, okay?" He rolled his head back and exhaled, punctuating his frustration with a nod and an accentuated shrug of his arms. 

"Consider it dropped." he coldly replied, tight lipped and eyebrows raised. He left the kitchen without another word, and she was glad that he did. She knew nothing would change, he was just that type of guy - too laid back for his own good. She closed the fridge door and pressed her head against the cold steel door, shutting her eyes for a moment of calm. Before she could get even momentarily caught up in her own thoughts Bam had appeared out of nowhere, as he did so well, and so often, as the case had been these past two weeks.

"You're going to hate me..." he declared, stoney faced. Having only met on a few brief occasions in the past, she had really grown to like Bam - what with Ville and Seth working together every minute of the day, and Bam not having any work on nor many remaining drinking buddies in L.A due to most of them taking up sobriety - the two of them had spent a lot of time together.

"How do you know I don't already?" she offered with a wry smile, turning slowly from the fridge, her moment to herself literally just that.

"I already know you're not going to like it, like, at all. So I can just guess that you already do, but just remember your friend Bam tried to stop it." he spat quickly, his hands up in pre-surrender.

"Bam, what's going on?" her tone serious now as she wondered what possibly had him so panicked.

 "The rest of the band are coming to dinner." He winced, before witnessing the colour drain from her face.

"What? When will they be here?"

"Uh-"

"Bam!"

"They're kinda in the driveway."

"Fuck." She gasped, "Right.." she threw the towel she was holding toward the sink and started out the kitchen, pushing the large glass doors to her garden wide open. Bam followed her, confused why she wasn't taking the front door. "We need to get to their car without Seth seeing us first, Bam, please, just help me.." she begged as they quickly ran down the side gardens towards the driveway.

"Margera!" Mige hollered. Bam lifted his arm to gesture for him to shut up when Milly barged past him and rushed towards the unsuspecting men.

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"This house is god damn gorgeous. Are you sure it's the address Seth gave us?" Linde asked, staring out the window in awe of the house they were pulling up to. Knowing Seth it surprised them all to see the beauty of this villa and not some modern arty shack.

"We practically followed him here - yes, I'm sure this is the address, idiot." Burton laughed, shaking his head at his friend.

"I need some fucking sleep, brother." Linde laughed, shrugging off the question as he brought the car to a halt. 

"Nice..." Mige whispered as he took in the sight of the beautiful Spanish villa, stretching his back as he stood next to the car, "Nothing like back in Finland." he said over his shoulder, before noticing his old friend come charging towards him. "Margera!" He didn't have time to take in Bam's strange reaction as a woman with deep red hair came barging past him. Mige squinted his eyes, perplexed, "Milly?" he questioned loudly.

"Milly?!" Linde exclaimed, "Where?" he asked disbelievingly as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, turning to see her coming towards them running.

"No fucking way..." Gas said in shock.

"Oh my god." Burton mumbled, dropping the bag he'd retrieved from the boot to the ground.

"Mil, what are y-" Mige started, only to have her hand swiftly cover his mouth.

"Just be quiet!!" she exclaimed, clamping her shaking hand tighter on his mouth, frantically making eye contact with her beloved old friends one by one as quickly as possible, she let go of Mige and held his arm tightly, "I don't know you. I'm really sorry, but we'll have to do this la-"