That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 22 - A Grand Breakfast

Dylan's P.O.V

Hell knows why, but I stayed outside with Eddie and Stevie, until they were done smoking.
They were talking about Eddie's girlfriend, and Stevie mentioned Ohana, who was still on the dashboard, in the van.
Eddie seemed like a perfect fit.

Once Stevie finished his morning dosage, we all headed inside, to grab some food.
"Doo-we got berries?" Stevie asked, ruffling up his hair, looking through the kitchen cabinets.
"Stevie, lets not be rude!" Eddie interjected. "Don't just look through every cabinet."
"Why not? We were told to make ourselves at home." I said, going for the kettle, to get some coffee going.
"Yes, but not literally! We're just guests." Eddie argued, standing at the foot of the island table.
"I wan' berries..." Stevie pouted, going all soft, closing a cabinet door and turning to Eddie.
"Let's wait for Monroe-"
"Nah, fuck that! Let's get some grub!" I opened the fridge, once I filled the kettle and switched it on.
"Fuck yeah!" Stevie cheered, coming over to join me at the fridge.

Eddie sighed, tipping his head back. "You're such children."
"Thanks, mom!" I fake smiled at him, making Stevie laugh maniacally.
"Mornin'." Joe came into the kitchen, as Stevie found some raspberries and the cheese.
"Morning." Eddie smiled to him, going all polite.
"Help yourselves to the food. You can write down a list of anything you boys may want from the store." Joe grabbed a notepad, from on top of the microwave, placing it on the island, in front of Eddie.
"Do yous hav' any cereal?" Stevie asked, berries in one hand and cheese in the other.
"Uh, yeah. In the large cabinet, at the bottom." Joe looked at Stevie, pointing to the large cabinet next to the fridge.
"Thanks." Stevie put the food on the island and went to grab the cereal.
"Bowls are above it." Joe pointed out, making some coffee for himself.
"Don' need one." Stevie grabbed some cheerios and sat at the table.

Me, Eddie and Joe looked at Stevie for a moment, before Eddie came over to me, shaking his head, snickering, and looking in the fridge.
I grabbed some bacon and looked at Eddie.
"I can do it." He shrugged, with a smile.
"You're such a mom!" I smiled, handing it to him.
He shook his head, again, smiling, heading to the cooker, which was next to Joe.
"You boys want some coffee?" Joe offered, grabbing some mugs from the cabinet above the kettle.
"Sure, thanks." I nodded, Eddie and Stevie also agreeing.

I sat at the table, a seat away from Stevie, and waited for my breakfast.
"So, this Todd guy is reliable, right?" I asked Eddie, playing with my cigarette box, wanting something to do.
"Yeah, man! He's good! Really good. He sounds like... A mix of Sebastian Bach and Vince Neil." Eddie smiled, glancing back at me.
"I lieh him already." Stevie smiled, eating whatever it was he called that meal.
"But, can we trust him?" I asked, as this was all just talk.
"Yeah. I promise, man!" Eddie nodded, adding the bacon to the pan Joe handed him.

"Is Katie not awake, yet?" Joe asked us, sliding me a coffee, placing the sugar on the table between Stevie and I.
I nodded to him, as thanks, adding three sugars to my coffee, as he slid Stevie his cup.
"Pretty sure she's still asleep." I told him.
"Does she sleep in a lot?" Eddie asked us.
"Nah, she's alright. If she's had a bad night, then she'll sleep in, but that's not often." I stirred my sugar and took a sip of my poison.
"Did you boys sleep alright?" Joe asked us, fixing up his and Eddie's coffees.
"Great, thanks. Real comfy." Eddie smiled. "Dylan?"
"Yeah." I nodded, plainly.
Eddie just nodded at me. "Stevie?" He asked next.
"Wha?" Stevie asked, making me burst out laughing. I loved this guy sometimes.

He looked at me, looking so fucking tired, his mouth slightly open and a raspberry in his hand.
"Pass me the notepad." I nudged his left shoulder, pointing to the pad on his right.
He popped the berry in his mouth and slid the pad over to me.
"Stevie gets the munchies, and quickly loses his concentration, unless it's a topic he likes. He loves berries." I explained some, writing down the berries he likes.
"Dylan's a dickhead!" Stevie spoke up in return, smiling at Eddie. "He likes things dun a certain way, and he prefers sleepin' in a room by 'imself. It's 'is van, so 'e's the designated driver, unless 'e wants a break."

"Will you guys be wanting a place to practice and work?" Joe asked us all.
I looked up from the notepad. "Like what?" I asked. We had the whole house.
"The door under the stairs... You can use that room whenever you like. It's my home studio." Joe explained.
"Nice! Thank you, Joe!" Eddie smiled, as me and Stevie smiled to each other.
"You noh gon'a call 'im 'Mr Perry'?" Stevie teased Eddie over how polite he is.
Eddie glared, laughing at the remark.

"How are you not being polite?" Eddie then asked him.
"The man is family! Like, yeah, sure, he didn' marry mah uncle Frank-"
"Who isn't actually your uncle!" I pointed out, as Eddie gave me a bacon bap.
"Whatever! He still family." Stevie slurred, a hand full of Cheerios, high off his ass, staring at me.
I was laughing at all his slurring and remarks. Stevie was incredible!

. . .

"Which door did you say it was?" I asked Joe, once I finished my breakfast, placing my plate by the sink.
"Under the stairs. All you could need is down there, but don't be afraid to ask for anything else. It can be provided." Joe smiled, leaning on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee.
"Thanks, and no thanks. We're doing this one ourselves. No shortcuts." I smiled back at him, before I went to find the studio.

"Morning." Monroe walked down the stairs, up and dressed, but tired around the eyes. I could distantly hear the shower running, so I'm guessing lover boy won't be joining us for a while.
"Morning." I grabbed her arm, as she was passing me and took her down into the basement.
"Oh, yeah! This is a thing." She yawned, seeming unfazed as I kidnapped her, following behind me.
"Do you use it?" I asked her, seeing a desk with three monitors on it, with a fairly sized flat screen TV, on the wall, above them. Guitars lined the walls, and amps were in almost every corner. I'd say this basement sized up to be half of the house... Could be wrong though.
"Hardly. It's only been me, until all this. We don't have to use this space, Dylan. We can use the Star Lounge. I know we said to do this on our own. No favours." Monroe looked at me, as I strolled around the room.
"Show me the Star Lounge." I turned to her, standing at the foot of the stairs.