Being in a famous band has its pros and cons. The cons are that you risk your life with crazy and creepy fans, the very strict schedules, and the constant yelling of your boss. The pros are being able to celebrate with as much booze and mouth-watering food but recently you’ve been trying to cut the habit of drinking hard booze after the ‘sleepyhead’ accident.

You don't remember much from that night since the booze and a different feeling made your brain fuzzy and all you can remember is that was words ‘so soft~’ were being said to you as someone sat in front of you, your legs up and the person's hands gripping your inner thigh, leaving deep marks there. Bradley is the type of person to hit you in the back of your head and tell you the sky is falling to mess with you and you know this because he has done it before, you and Bradley are always seen bickering or pushing each other around so a lot of people call you two the ‘best friendamies.’ Because you too are always around each other like y'all are inseparable but always making snarky comments or pushing.

It's the morning after that night, and one of your bandmates decided to bust into your room while recording.

“Wake up sleepy head!”

He screams as he turns on the bright light so you start telling him to get out and turn the lights off, only making your hangover worse and that's when you feel someone behind you lift on the bed with a groan…you hear Bradley’s voice, he has a huge hangover as well as he mumbles, both of you wearing nothing but the blanket that was covered you two, your body coated in deep marks and bites.

“Fuck man…”

You hear your bandmate gasp and laugh loudly as he runs out of the room to show the videos to the others.