having a guitarist boyfriend in a band has been a unique experience, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. you’ve been there through every step, since the beginning of him learning basic guitar skills, to starting the band with his friends, to releasing music. you’ve been here through all these years, failures and successes. and he can never let go of you.

him and his bandmates are roommates in one house that’s pretty nice. you were over all the time, you practically lived there with them too.

it was a morning like any other, you and scaramouche went down the stairs for breakfast after you spent the night… and the previous couple nights. he wore his hoodie, looking grumpy as he usually does in the morning. the two of you stumbled into the living room, where his 4 bandmates looked… exhausted?

“what’s up with you lot?” scaramouche muttered casually, to which one of the guys looked up at the two of you

“nothing… we’re all just exhausted… couldn’t sleep because a certain couple were making insane noises all night last night…” he replied sarcastically but accusingly…