Mitch's P.O.V.
I nestled myself into Preston's side, sighing happily as he ran his hand through my hair. Everyone was exhausted and the living room was silent because everyone else was either asleep or on the verge of falling asleep and no one was paying attention to the movie that was playing.
Preston hummed gently and I giggled, squeezing his waist. It was the morning of the second day of the convention and no one wanted to get up because we were all so exhausted from the day before that everyone was like sloths, barely moving.
Rob was fast asleep, curled up on Jerome's chest and he looked so exhausted that I was seriously considering letting him not go to the convention that day because he looked so bad. Jerome was running his hand though his boyfriends hair, looking a lot more tired than yesterday.
"Did you not sleep well?" I mumbled in Jerome's direction, not even wanting to lift my head off Preston's chest. Jerome nodded tiredly.
"Rob was up all night, he wasn't feeling well. I'm not letting him go today and I'll be staying too." I nodded, knowing that it was for the best that they stayed behind.
Vikk and Lachlan were both awake, but barely. Jerome had had to drag them downstairs an hour earlier but they still refused to get up really, they didn't want anything to eat, they didn't want to do anything really and I knew they wouldn't want to go to the convention. Both of them were curled up together, blinking slowly.
"Pressy?" I mumbled, looking up at him. "Should we go? Everyone else is probably gonna stay here." He thought for a second.
"If you don't wanna go then we won't but we'll do a little Twitter video to tell everyone where we are." I nodded and Preston shuffled a little bit, moving around and pushing me gently off his chest, trying to find his phone. Jerome watched, running his fingers up and down Rob's back.
Preston pulled out his phone from underneath him and opened Twitter, ready to make a short video.
"Hey everyone, as you can tell, I'm being a little quieter than usual because behind me some of the others are asleep. It's... just past 9 but because Rob's ill-" He turned the camera to Rob and Jerome, "we won't be coming to the convention today. Mitch and I might come later in the afternoon but as far as we know we're just going to take the day off."
I took the phone and pointed the camera at Vikk and Lachlan, who hadn't stirred.
"These two hardly slept last night, I heard them talking about 3am so I think they'll be sleeping all day and..." I pointed it at Rob, "Rob was sick and Jerome stayed up with him all night so neither of them got much sleep and Preston and I are just tired so we might show up later, maybe not, we dunno."
Preston took his phone back and turned it back to face the two of us, me with my head resting in my shoulder and Preston with his arm tucked tightly around my waist.
"Sorry to disappoint you guys, I know some of you couldn't come yesterday and you were so looking forward to seeing us but we can't help it. Mitch and I might come in the afternoon but I doubt any of the others will be up to it, so I'm sorry." He gave the camera a smile. "See ya later!"
He posted the video to his Twitter and then placed his phone back down, opening his arms for me again.
"Come 'ere." He mumbled and I grinned, crawling back to him and letting him hug me close.
When I looked around I saw that Jerome and Rob were in much the same position, Rob still fast asleep and not looking like he was going to wake up any time soon. Lachlan and Vikk were now asleep, curled up tightly together and so peaceful that for a second I actually thought they weren't breathing, but they were.
They were almost motionless, their chests rising and falling painfully slowly the only signs of life. I smiled to myself, they were both in an incredibly deep sleep and wouldn't be waking anytime soon, so Preston and I could talk freely without worrying about waking them up.
I yawned, settling down again.
"Tired babe?"
"A little, yeah." He smiled.
"Get some sleep then, hopefully you'll be ready to go this afternoon."
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Preston managed to drag me to the convention at around 2 o'clock after I had woken up barely half an hour before. I wasn't as tired as I had been this morning but I was still struggling to remain functional and appear that I was awake and concentrating.
Rob was still asleep, no surprise there. Jerome had moved him off his chest and was instead resting his boyfriends head on his lap, playing around with his phone and massaging his hand over his scalp. He wasn't paying much attention to what was going on and he still looked exhausted, in no shape to go.
Vikk and Lachlan were both awake and drowsy, but conscious and probably more functional than me. They both agreed to come to the convention that afternoon and Preston tweeted that, saying that two thirds of the Pack would be there about half past 2.
We didn't have a booth or a convention so once we were there were kind of just hung out around some of the booth's we knew so the fans knew where to find us. We met a lot of new people and some of the fans who had been there the day before too, and it was nice.
But then there was one person. Just one person who ruined the whole day for us.
Lachlan and Vikk were talking to a young fan who had given us some super cute drawings of us and were talking to them about giving the ones of Jerome and Rob to them when we got home. She was bright at happy, until someone barged into her from behind and caused her to stumble right into Vikk, knocking both of them over.
"Oh, sorry..." I turned around to see Vikk and the girl sprawled on the ground and an older lady standing behind them, the one who had given them the very sarcastic sorry. Vikk looked completely bewildered and Lachlan went in to help the girl and his boyfriend up, only to be knocked over by the same lady.
"Oops, sorryyyyy" She said, dragging out the last syllable. She looked the furthest thing from sorry I could think of, in fact she looked proud of herself.
I could feel the anger building inside me, who was this bitch who decided she could intrude on us, interrupting the girl who had been so passionate when talking to us and now looked mortified, bright red and the tips of her ears flushed with embarrassment.
"Lady would you leave? You're being a bitch." Preston spat, and I startled. Preston rarely ever swore and even then it was normally not very serious swear words, ones that kids would say and no one would blink an eye like shoot, damn, stuff like that.
"I'm not doing anything?" She said, pretending to be innocent and placing one hand on her hip. She looked like middle aged mother with like 4 kids who was about to ask to see the manager.
Lachlan, Vikk and the girl were now back on their feet and we were just about to move on when the girl cried out, pushing the lady back. She had been standing on her drawings and had been digging her heel into the paper, staining them with mud and dirt. She looked like she wanted to burst into tears, cradling her ruined drawings in her arms.
The look on her face almost made me snap.
"You bitch!" I yelled, Preston wrapping his arms around my waist to stop me from running at her. "You've ruined her drawings! Do you have any idea how much effort that took?" She rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, they aren't even that good." I felt the anger from the other Pack members, the sadness in the girls' eyes and the way her lip trembled, fingering the pages held in her hands.
"Preston." I hissed. "Call security or I swear I will punch her and I'd rather not get arrested."
I was holding myself back and I could tell Vikk was too, he was squeezing his fists and clenching his teeth, keeping himself occupied by moving the young fan away, closely followed by Lachlan. The lady followed by them with her eyes but didn't follow them, instead leaning back, scowling, with both hands on her hips.
It was only a few seconds before the security was by my side, leading her away kicking and screaming, proclaiming her innocence and how it was all our fault.
"You right Mitch?" I sighed and nodded, letting him pull me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. I took a few minutes to let my anger fade and Preston rocked a little from side to side, comforting me.
When I pulled away and turned around I saw Lachlan and Vikk talking to the girl, who was clearly still mourning the loss of her drawings, which had actually been pretty fricken cool if I do say so, at least before the lady had to be such a bitch.
"Do you want to keep them? We'll still take them if you want and not all of them are ruined." She shook her head.
"I think I'll keep them, try to get the mud off maybe."
We all gave her hugs to say goodbye and then decided to leave, most of the convention had cleared out and there wasn't many people left, and we were still pissed off. I had got a text from Jerome saying that he was getting takeout for dinner, Rob was awake but neither of them could be bothered cooking and if we could be home in half an hour there would be food.
"Tired now Mitch?" Preston asked as we climbed into the back seat of the car. Lachlan was driving.
"Yeah. Still a little pissed I guess." He smiled and patted his shoulder, letting me rest my head there. Vikk yawned from up in the front seat, giggling.
"My god, we're all useless!" He laughed. "We need to get more rest at night, honestly." Lachlan snickered, rolling his eyes.
"You might be less tired if you stopped working and slept sometimes." I heard Vikk's sarcastic snort and I knew what Lachlan was saying was true, Vikk rarely slept because he was working so much.
"Well I think we'll all sleep tonight, I just hope Rob's not sick cause then he and Jerome 'ill never sleep." There was a general consensus of yeah, that wouldn't be good but when we got home we found that Rob actually was sick... with a cold. He had a cold. That was it.
I honestly wanted to slap him because he had us all so worried, but he was completely fine if not a little uncomfortable. We spent the rest of the evening eating, talking and laughing together and just trying to forget about the day that had happened.
"You right?" I asked Preston, who was dropping off with one arm on my stomach.
"Hmmm? Yeah 'm fine, just tired." He sighed, yawning. "Maybe sometime we can do the kissing contest again and make sure we can claim the title this time." I looked over at Jerome and Rob, who had clearly won the last time.
"Maybe we can win right now." I whispered, rolling over so I was on my stomach and lying on top of him. I leaned down and captured his lips, kissing his fiercely and passionately in a way that definitely wasn't PG and had a lot more than just kissing behind us.
Preston smirked.
"You're a dickhead Mitch." He whispered, biting down on my earlobe. "You're so going to regret that."
"Oh I know I am." I smirked, kissing him again. "I know."