Cant Wait Another Day || M.C.

Part 6

I woke up the next morning and slipped out of bed quietly without waking up Johnny. I quickly jumped in the shower and did my typical morning routine. The day was feeling especially like a Sunday morning, so I threw my hair in a bun on top my head, threw on some sweat pants, and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee. Ian was up already, sitting at the island in our kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. Lou was nowhere in sight.

"Lou still asleep?" I asked, opening the fridge to grab the creamer for my coffee. Ian just kind of grunted. I accepted this as a signal that I was right.

The boys don't actually live with us. They just spend an ungodly amount of time at our house. We had a spare bedroom that Lou was living in for a while. And most of his stuff is still there, but every once and a while he will disappear for a week. He never tells us where he goes, but we just assume he wants to get away from us. Ian has his own apartment, but it's small and on the first floor, so he spends a lot of time crashing on our couch. Johnny says as long as he doesn't move a bed in there, he's cool with Ian staying, and so he stays.

I sat down in an island chair across from Ian where the milk and cereal were sitting. I made myself a bowl and grabbed the contract from Ian's hands to start reading.

"Good luck. It's doesn't make a lick of sense." He says, getting up to grab another cup of coffee.

"Someone forgot my undergrad was prelaw." I smile proudly, not totally sure if any of my law classes would help. Mostly I just wanted to make Ian feel like an idiot.

"Pre-law. Not actual law. If you're going to make us feel inferior, you better have the ability to prove it." Ian is behind me now, reading the contract over my shoulder. "What's that third paragraph mean?" He asks, testing me. I skim it over quickly, and my brain is rusty, but I kind of get it.

"It means they're giving us an advance, but if our albums don't make enough money in sales to pay the advance back to them, we are liable to pay them back." I state, kind of shocked that this is a clause for such a huge advance. How are we ever supposed to pay that back if our albums don't sell?

"You basically just read the paragraph! You don't know what that actually means." Ian says. I roll my eyes, groaning at him.

"It means they're giving us money. If we don't make that money back in the amount of CDs our fans buy, we have to pay them back their money out of pocket." I tell him in the simplest terms I can manage. My tone of voice is as if I'm talking to a child. Ian glares at me for a second, comprehending what I'm saying.

"Fuck that!" Ian exclaims, pounding his fist on the table. I agree with him.

"Fuck what?" I hear Johnny's raspy voice fill the room from behind us. I turn around and give him a smile. He's in just his boxers, his hair still wet from the shower I assume he just got out of, and a towel is around his neck. He winks at me before walking over to the coffee pot.

"Fuck you!" Ian yells, just to be an ass.

"I'm good, mate." Johnny snickers and Ian laughs back.

"I bet you are. Surprised you can sit today Sheena." Ian eyes me up and down and I stare at him annoyed and in disbelief.

"Oh fuck off!" I say, throwing my pen at his forehead. He dodges it yelling and running around the room as I continue to throw pens from our collective pen jar at him. The next thing I know Johnny comes up from behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I calm down as he pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.

"What the fuck is going on in here?!" Lou questions as he walks into the kitchen to join us. He seems rather annoyed and I can only assume our ruckus woke him up.