Snippet #2580947

Oh.

They had been driving for an eternity, a long and cramped trip. It had only been two days ago that Silver Records had finally divulged the ‘secret meeting place’, and shoved them off to head to the company’s beach house. Riorek had not been looking forward to it in any sense. He was being ripped out by the roots from his normal life, torn from a basketball game that had been scheduled the day prior, and then forced to drive the band through quite a bit of terrain.

Of course, it had not entirely been him who had driven the entire time, but in reality it had pretty well been. Rye didn’t trust his life to Orland with driving- the kid was a spaz and easily distracted, so the other three members of Sometimes Monsters had taken up the duty. Chilli hadn’t wanted to do it much either, so surprise surprise, he ended up doing it. Yesterday had been an entire day of driving, practically nonstop unless for breaks to walk and use the restrooms or to eat. Other than that, they were cramped inside their small vehicle. It pissed Rye off more than he cared to voice at this point.

He had been dumbfounded when Silver Records had told them to take one of their own cars. It was ridiculous; you’d think that a world-renown company would be able to take care of their own pupils, but nooo. They weren’t allowed to use their tour bus, as it would be ‘too flashy’ and possibly ‘reveal the secret location of the place’. As if people didn’t already know where it was. Not only this, but they had not provided them with a driver- thus the splitting of the duty between Riorek and Forrest.

They were close, Rek knew that much. He was currently leaned over in the driver’s seat, one elbow resting on the window while the other was busy with the steering wheel. The side of his face was placed in the hand that rested against the door, his fingers tapping with boredom against the wheel.

At least Oreo hadn’t been too annoying in the last hour and a half. Rye probably would have lost it, tired of hearing the whiny voices from the back of the vehicle. Not only was he pissed off about the whole having to drive for two days long, meet complete strangers, satisfy the ravenous press when it came to the supposed ‘feud’ between the boy bands, but he had not gotten much sleep in the last couple of days. He was cranky, and there were subtle, dark circles under his eyes.

Suddenly, just after they had rolled over a rise, a large building came into view with a gate sealing off the front of the property. Well, this was it. Riorek paid little attention to Orland as he excitedly squealed about finally being there. It took about a minute for the gates to open, and they drove down the long gravel pathway to the front of the house.

Hell.

Rye had hardly even slowed the vehicle to a stop and put it into park when Orland jumped at the doors, trying to unlock them and get out. With a deep, grudging sigh, he pushed the button for the locks rather harshly, and with a little click, freedom was Oreo’s. The boy practically launched out of the car, happy to finally be out of it. Rio remained firmly planted in his seat for a minute or so before groaning.

”Everyone out. Let’s go see what we’re up against.” With yet another little huffy sigh, Rio unfastened his seatbelt and forced the driver’s door open. With a grimace, he landed on the ground and immediately stretched, hearing several satisfying pops from various places on his body, but mainly from his spine. He waited for everyone else to emerge from the vehicle before he went to the trunk and worked it open. He started unloading everything that the guys had decided not to keep nearby with them in their seats.

It had taken Orland a bit of convincing to at least leave some off his stuff in the back, simply for the sake of the rest of them. The redhead had been so excited, he hadn’t wanted to wait around for everything to be unloaded before he went in to meet everyone. It hadn’t really stopped him, either way. The boy had simply taken what he already had with him and bounded up towards the front door of the house. Riorek had taken a short moment to watch him go, but otherwise returned to his current task.

Rye had been the last one to enter the house, carrying all of his own stuff with him as well as what Orland had left behind in the trunk. It seemed as soon as the guitarist entered the house, an eerie silence settled among the eight gathered there. Or perhaps it had already been like that, but just worsened with his arrival. It was awkward, that was no doubt, and there was no way that Rio was about to stand around doing nothing. He didn’t want to meet these people in the first place.

It was right about that time when two other members from the band arrived on the scene: Nicoli and Lavi. Damn, they’re even taller in person. He thought to himself while grinding his teeth together a bit in irritation. Well, they were all tall except for the shorty- and boy was he, especially compared to everyone else. Riorek took one look at all of them, and he reaffirmed his already present dislike for each and every one of them. The only thing that was keeping him from going anywhere at that particular moment was the fact that Orland was clutching onto his sleeves and hiding behind him.

But then everything turned a whole notch worse when the blonde decided to open his mouth. A cheery, cheeky, flirty, bombastic little twat was somehow living in the 6’ 4’’ menace that stood mere feet away. "My name is Nicoli, but you know that, and these are all my lovely band mates!" The blonde then practically attached himself to the bassist- Julian or something- wrapping himself quite tightly around the man, nuzzling him.

No.

Rio decided right then and there that he hated him the most out of all of them. A rather openly unadulterated, unmasked, and unfiltered look of utter disdain hit Rio’s already pissed looking face. His eyes were focused solely on the blonde, an intense look to his orbs. ”Oh. Hell. No.” He said as bluntly as humanly possible, the dislike painfully obvious in his tone of voice.