"guys, guys, stop." you tell damiano and thomas, who are fighting pretend in a corner of the hotel room, you're getting ready for the AMAS and a red carpet, and the band was like a group of little kids, if it wasn't for you, that act like the responsible adult... when you're actually the youngest in the group.

damiano sulks but knows better than to argue with your bossy mom mood, he stays still so the stylist can fix what he messed up of his outfit. "i stopped."

"who took MY eyeliner!" victoria screams from the bathroom, already fuming, let's say you didn't have much time until you had to leave, late, as always.

you sigh finishing to do your bangs the way you liked and only you knew how to do them, and headed to victoria's suitcase, rummaged through her makeup bag and found it there. "it's in your makeup bag!" you say heading to the bathroom to give it to her, stumbling with ethan's foot, who was the only one ready and calm, sitting on the end of the bed. "merda. sorry, eth." you say and quickly get in the bathroom.

victoria's face lights up and yanks the eyeliner from you. "thank youuu."

"you're welcome." you say and head back to fix your last details, ignoring damiano's silly, exaggerating singing and thomas right behind, imitating him, but high pitched.