“god, would you shut up?” you tried sounding angry, but it came out as a laugh as you shoved nat. he was tuning his bass but it was severely untuned and loud. usually he’d do it in a different room, but apparently he just wanted to sit with you.

“ooooo are we interrupting?” jackie smirked as she waltzed in the room, followed by shauna and lottie.

the show had just ended about a half hour ago, and you’d all had showers and calmed down and whatnot. “do you really need to tune it after the show?” lottie asked as she sat down on a spinny chair.

nat huffed, looking at you as he rested his chin on the guitar. “you wanna go to my hotel room? not like that.” he sternly glared at jackie, and she smirked. “just wanted to be with you. not them.”

you nodded, and about five minutes later you were laying on nat’s bed with him. god, neither of you could see how down bad you were for eachother…

you’d never learned to play bass, and you were ridiculously plucking at his. “no, that sounds like shit.” nat giggled, reaching under to put his arms around you and on top of yours, and guiding your fingers to the right places. he helped you play a little bit of a song from your band, and you grinned.

“mm, you’re a pro.” nat laughed, pressed right up against you. “gimme my bass.”