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William and Amanda entered a room with oversized, plush couches, on which four men were all lounging about. It was immediately apparent to Amanda that they were, in fact, in dire need of a stylist, very badly. As she looked from one of the couches to the next, each member of the band seemed to have hair falling into their faces.
Amanda was trying to figure out how so much hair could accumulate on one person’s head when she was taken out of her reverie by Tony, who had been standing to the side of one of the couches.
“So, this is Tom,” Tony patted the first man with brown hair that seemed to just lay out flat over his head, “Mike,” He ruffled the next with hair similar to William’s but jet black, who shrugged away from the tousle, “Andy,” He tapped the next who had choppy brown hair and a beard, “And down on the end here,” He ruffled the last’s shoulder length, curly locks, “under here somewhere is Adam.” He laughed, “Think you can manage?”
Amanda smiled at the playfulness of the group, but before she was able to respond there was a thud heard from the entrance way, followed by a loud grumble of annoyance. William turned to leave the room in search of the noise. He approached the entrance way with everyone else following right behind.
“Emil, are you alright?” William asked the driver who had been carrying in Amanda’s luggage. Emil was crouched down on the floor, he had obviously fallen while attempting to bring in the baggage.
“Blasted suitcases,” Emil muttered under his breath, “Yes I’m alright.” He slowly attempted to get up, but stopped short as he howled in pain.
“Be careful,” William said, “You may have pulled something. Here, why don’t you take some time off and get better, alright?”
Amanda smiled at the sweetness of William’s gesture as he helped the older man hobble into the living room.
“Here, I’ll help you with your stuff.” Came a low voice from behind Amanda. She turned slightly to see Mike walk around her to grab the largest suitcase.
“Ooh ooh me too, I’ll help!” Adam then rushed over to Mike’s side, “Sisky business is on the case!”
Amanda furrowed her brows in confusion, she looked over to Andy, “What’s ‘Sisky business’?” she asked.
He laughed and replied, “It’s his nickname.”
“Oh.” Amanda said nodding, “So, do you have a nickname?”
Before Andy could speak, William came back in, “Oh yeah, he’s the Butcher.” he said as he moved next to the Butcher and Tom, “Well, it looks like you guys have everything under control,” He said as Mike lifted a very large suitcase with ease and Sisky grabbed the remaining small bundles, “Mike and Sisky will show you to your room.” He flashed a smile as he turned with the rest of the guys to go back into the living room.
Once at the top of the stairs, the two boys led Amanda down a short hall and stopped in front of the second door.
“This will be your room.” Mike said as he opened the door. It was a rather spacious room. A large four poster bed complete with canopy was set along one wall. Black satin sheets adorned the bed along with a significant amount of red pillows, all the fabric had small white designs that chased itself along the edges. There was a wooden dresser on the opposite wall, next to it, a full length mirror stood. And a plush reading chair complete with foot rest sat by the one window in the room. The window went from floor to ceiling. It was open, letting a cool breeze float in making the sheer curtains dance in an almost ghostly manor.
“Wow.” Was all Amanda could get out at the size of the room. She was used to sharing a room with Leah.
“So . . . I’m guessing you like it?” Mike asked, placing her suitcase by the dresser.
“Are you kidding? This is great!”
The boys smiled at her satisfaction.
“Where does that go?” Amanda asked, pointing to a door by the bed.
“Oh that goes to a bathroom.” Sisky answered her.
Amanda’s jaw dropped slightly, “I get my own bathroom?!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“Well, not exactly,” Sisky continued, “We share that bathroom, me and you. My room connects to that bathroom from the other side, we’re neighbors!” He said happily.
Amanda laughed at his joyfulness. He was cute.
Just then, hollering could be heard from downstairs.
“Uh oh.” Mike stated as he walked back over to the door leading to the hall.
“What is it?” Amanda asked while following into the hall. The three when over to the edge of the stairs, at which point Mike turned back to them and put a finger to his lips, signaling for them to be quiet. They hid behind the banister and peered down to the entry way and listened.
“-You can’t keep doin this man, you’re out!”
“-WHAT?!”
“-You heard me, you’re DONE!”
Then there was a unruly clatter, possibly a chair being knocked over. Tom was then seen storming out of the house while flinging a duffle bag over his shoulder. Muttering curses under his breath as he went, slamming the door and causing a picture to fall off the wall.
Amanda, frightened, looked to Mike and whispered, “What was that all about?”
He just shook his head, “I think we just lost a guitarist.”
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A/N: Okay so there’s chapter three, and the person to thank for it is my sister. She’s been hounding over me to write it so there it is. Don’t forget to review!
~LilyRose~
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