"Have you ever played before?" Her voice came out low and sultry unlike how she had been speaking earlier. The simple sentence and the way she said it made me almost think it holds a double meaning.
"No, I haven't." My voice came out breathless as...
I whipped around almost spilling my coffee. Tate was still insistent to not speak to me or look at me and I was sick of it. "Morning, how did you sleep?" I asked with a chipper tone as to not make anything seem different than usual.
"Fine," She grumbled, brushing past me to get coffee for herself, "I slept fine."
"Good." I handed her the coffee pot, finally making eye contact. A chill went down my body as I stared into the deep blues of her eyes. "That's really good."
"GIG TODAY!" Gabriel came barreling into the apartment yelling. He had let himself into the apartment with his set of keys and was oddly chipper for this time in the morning.
"WHOOOO!" Now Akira was yelling as the two aggressively bro hugged.
"Guys I legit just woke up can you turn it down a few notches!" I winced covering my ears with my hands.
"Oh, common Vi join us!" Gabriel pulled my waist making join their group hug. I squealed as I was aggressively bear-hugged by the boys.
"Tate you can't escape either!" Gabriel yelled pretending to cast a fishing rod and reeling Tate over to the hug.
The boys started chanting creating a mosh pit, "Gig day, gig day, gig da-"
"What the FUCK!" Miller was now standing in the doorway of his room looking half asleep with his grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips.
"It's gig day we're celebrating!" Gabriel said this in a pouty voice sounding like a two-year-old.
"Common big bro join us!" I smirked.
"Ugh fine but please let me sleep in tomorrow morning," Miller warned. "since you so rudely woke me up at 8 am!"
"Of course sleeping beauty." Akira cackled. He grabbed Miller's arm and shoved him into the hug.
After our celebrations in the kitchen, Akira made us all eggs and toast since we "needed a good meal so we could perform well today". We had two hours to get ready before we headed to set up for our gig. I headed to the shared bathroom and yelled out to the apartment that I was going to be showering. We often had difficulty with only having one bathroom, especially with two messy boys. Luckily we were all pretty comfortable around each other so it wasn't a problem but still, there are some close calls with showering.
I peeled off my baggy sleep shorts and removed my bralette, turning on the shower letting it steam up the bathroom. I gingerly stepped into the shower letting out a sigh as I felt the warm water wash over my body. I ran my fingers through my wet tangled hair that was currently dyed a light pink. My hair was constantly different colors and I had been dying it for as long as I can remember. I still remember the painful two months that my hair was bright green. How my hair was not fried is honestly a miracle.
The warm shower helped to relieve the tension in my neck that had built up from the stress and lack of sleep from late-night practices. Because this was the biggest gig we've booked my brother was being extra hard on us. After rinsing out all the conditioner I stepped out of the shower to dry off.
Fuck, there were no towels left on the rack. It was Gabe's job to do the laundry this week and he was often very forgetful. I silently cursed at him in my mind and popped the door open a crack.
"Hey, there are no towels left!" I was met with silence and the sound of booming music coming from the boy's rooms. I now yelled slightly louder. "Can someone bring me a towel!"
I was dripping wet naked and my room was on the other side of the fucking apartment. Doing my best to my naked body with my pile of tiny PJs in my hand. Suddenly there was a timid knock on the bathroom door that made me halt, my hand just brushing the door handle.
"Hey um, I heard someone call for a towel."
My heart dropped when I realized who had brought the towel, Tate.
I slightly opened the door doing my best to hide my naked body, without much success and stuck my hand out to take the towel. My eyes stayed drilled into the floor as I realized that I was standing in front of Tate, doing a lousy attempt to cover my naked body.
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"Shit sorry," Tate grunted quickly covering her eyes and outstretched the hand holding the towel towards me. "Here you go."
I quickly grabbed it and hurried to cover my body. "You can look now."
"Sorry about that, if I had known it was you..." She trailed off, the familiar emptiness returning to her eyes. "Fuck, sorry I didn't know you were naked, and - I'm just gonna go."
"It's totally fine! Thank you by the way." I grinned, trying to ease the tension.
"Look we need to talk about what happened at some point," She finally looked up at me, her expression suddenly much colder and her voice sounding almost angry. "You know that right."
This is what I had been trying to avoid. I wanted things to go back to how they were before and I thought by just ignoring it that it would.
"Yeah, I know." I snapped, "Can have this conversation when I'm not naked."
She nodded slowly and I thought I saw her eyes trail down my figure before quickly snapping back up to the ceiling. I made a desperate escape to my room finding that my cheeks were rosy and flushed from the interaction.
