Paint, glitter, and an angry Pete

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~Sapphire's POV~

I squealed jumping up and down before quickly covering my mouth. I heard laughter followed by, "Come on out you three."

I slowly shuffled out of the kitchen,

"Hey Mikey."

Mikey's eyes widened.

"Wait, were you here the whole time?!"

"Yep! And so were these two...unfortunately."

I gestured behind me where Ryan and Brendon were. Pete looked at Brendon confused,

"Why are you dressed as a waiter?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Why were you here exactly?" Mikey asked, looking at me.

"I helped Pete set everything up and these two came to check on me. We knew Bren wouldn't keep his mouth shut so yeah. Oh! I also took pictures!"

Mikey hid his face in Pete's shoulder and we all laughed.

"Sorry I couldn't help it!"

The owners of the restaurant come out from the back and say that we should leave because they need to clean up and get ready for tomorrow. "We did this," I said guestering to all the decorations everywhere, "We should clean it up."

"No, no, it's fine. We were prepared for this...now go on out."

We went outside to the cars. "Thanks for all the help, this would've been a disaster without you," Pete said hugging me.

"No problem, I'm happy for you guys."

We seperated and I waved as Pete and Mikey got into Pete's car. Getting in our own car we went home, "Well that was cute," Brendon said as we entered the house. "It was, but boy I'm tired," I said yawning. I started to go upstairs when I heard Ryan yell, "You took the waiter uniform?!" I laughed and shook my head, of course he did, he's Brendon. I flopped down in my bed and fell asleep...

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"

I groaned and rolled over. My door opened and the lights turned on, "It's too early," I whined covering my eyes.

"It's 9:00, it's not that early." Brendon said walking into my room.

"Yes it is."

"Well suck it up buttercup, we've got things to do today. So up!"

He pulled the blanket off my bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "Fiiiine."

"Get dressed and pack a bag of stuff to bring with you. Breakfast is ready!"

He left my room and I got up off my bed. Getting dressed I grabbed my backpack and tossed everything I thought I could need. My sketchbook, pencils, markers, a container of leftover glitter, my mp3 player and earbuds. Zipping it up and grabbing my phone I went downstairs. I hear Ryan on the phone, "You sure you don't mind? That's perfect, thanks again! Yeah, bye!" "Who was that?" I asked, "Oh, uh, no one, now get some food," he said shooing me into the kitchen.

After we ate, Ryan whispered something to Brendon and he nodded.

"We have an interview and some meetings today. So we're gonna leave you with Frank for the day ok?"

"Hell yeah!"

I jumped up and down as they laughed. "We're gonna drop you off at the studio and pick you up later," Brendon said, grabbing the car keys. Once we got there they took me inside, "Hey Zack, is he here?" Ryan asked. "Yep! Back in the cafeteria I believe."

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