Scream You Love Me

Yawning, eyes still closed, Demi rolled over in her bed. Demi was used to the pranks, the jokes, and the all around immaturity of the band, but when she felt hot breath washing over her face she didn't quite trust herself to open her eyes. Not only was she sure that it was someone she knew, but also a someone who would have nothing against trying to get in her pants while she slept. Literally. Unwillingly she pried open her eyes, to be faced with the bassist for the band, Brad Walst. "Brad...", she whispered, "I adore you, I really do. BUT IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF MY BED RIGHT THE FRE-", Brad grinned from ear to ear as he clamped his hand over her mouth, calloused fingers pressed roughly against her cheek. "Shhh! Don't want to wake up sleeping beauty over there. He might actually kill me.", Brad gave a very seriously agonized look at the end, as if recalling a time when 'sleeping beauty' aka Niel Sanderson, HAD been woken up too early for his liking. Parting her lips, Demi stuck out her tongue, and as Brad stared in disgusted horror she shoved him off the bed with a painfully satisfying thud. She heard him groan and peeked over the edge of the tiny bed. Brad was curled up in a ball, rolling back and muttering something to the effect of, "You suck balls... Ow... I hate you..." ect. With a triumphant grin Demi jumped off the bed and yelled, "HA! TAKE THAAAT! HA HA HA!", then spun on her heel to leave the moaning Brad to suffer, but froze as she heard Niel stir, which was probably a bad idea, because in that split second of hesitation Brad had time to hatch a plan. Douchewad. Without warning a strong hand wrapped around her ankle, pulled, and sent her falling. Demi had time to throw her arms out in front of her before landing on top of Brad with a 'hoa-uff'. Another bad choice on her part; she couldn't move her arms out from under her, Brad had immediately tightened his grip on her the moment she fell. Brad burst into hysterical laughter as Niel popped his out out from under the mountain of blankets and huskily whispered, "Whoa... what'd I miss? Damn, I'm a little jealous Dem... I didn't know you were banging Brad...", "UGH! NO! YOU DIDN'T MISS ANYTHING! I'M NOT- JUST NO!", Demi thrashed around, somehow finding a way to free herself and jumped up again. Quickly she aimed a sharp kick in a rather important area, and stormed out of the room. Brad, (again) started groaning. She stomped down the hall, stopping in the door way to the kitchen area. As any normal person would; Demi screamed. Leaning against the sink was Adam. Okay, so that was normal, but what wasn't, was the fact that he wasn't wearing clothes. A small green towel was wrapped around his waist, and that was all. Demi stared, taking in the rather normal body, considered screaming again, and then forced herself to meet his eyes. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii...", was the only coherent thing to come out of her mouth, and she tuned a lovely shade of scarlet as Adam chuckled. "I should walk around like this more often, if that's all it takes to make you scream. Geez, I took a shower Demi...", Adam ruffled her hair as he walked back into the bathroom. Demi found a way to make this all Brad's fault in her head, before promptly fainting.