He Catches You Jamming Out To His Music

Vic:

You were home alone since Vic had called to tell you that he will be home late that day. You took this as an opportunity to have a nice relaxing afternoon to yourself so you filled the tub with warm water and lit some candles, pulling your long hair into a messy bun and stepping into the tub, letting your stiff muscles unwind. As soon as you got out you felt refreshed and pumped so as you were picking out your clothes you turned on your iPod and plugged in your speakers letting the song 'King For A Day' blow up the room.

"You told me to think about it, well I did

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor"

You sung as loud as you could into your hairbrush as you bumped into something hard, sending you down to the floor. You opened your eyes finding your boyfriend Vic staring at you with an amused look in his face. "Are you trying to take my job?" He asks, a smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't hear you come home, you're early" you mumbled, face red hot in embarrassment. "Well clearly..." he starts, helping you up. "... I need to come home early more often" he teases, kissing your pouting lips tenderly. "No need to be embarrassed, I mean you're not as half as good as me but it was.... Cute" he continues to tease. "You're such an ass" you call, pushing him playfully.

Mike:

You had gotten up early, and you figured the best thing to do was let Mike sleep, no one likes a grumpy Mike. You slid on Mike's huge sweater and made your way to the kitchen for some breakfast. You inspect your fridge closely, looking for something good to eat. You spot the eggs and take them out, preparing a pan to cook them in. You plug in your iPod to your speakers as 'Caraphernelia' bursts through through the room. You didn't worry too much about waking up Mike, the boy could sleep through an earthquake.

"Nobody prays for the heartless.

Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.

You're learning how to taste what you kill now.

Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.

Talking to my mum about this little girl from Texas."

You sing along softly to the booming voice filling the room as you stir the eggs into the pan, making the perfect breakfast. "C'mon Babe! Don't you think I have a enough of this?" Mike groans, switching off your music. "Well that just too damn bad" you tease, switching it back on and even higher. You burst out the lyrics as loud as you can in Mike's ear to annoy him, only to have him shut you up with a kiss. "Morning Babe" he mumbles against your lips, as a trap, switching it off again. "I hate you" you frown, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "No you don't" he teases, kissing your forehead. "And your eggs are burning" he laughs. "Shit" you curse, running to save your breakfast.

Jaime:

You were in the car with Jaime, having a road trip together to go visit his parents back home. You had the spent the last two hours talking about everything from "who was the best baby in Rugrats?" to "What goes better on a hot dog between mustard and Ketchup?" debate. "Please! Chuckie was the coolest baby ever!" He states. "No way! He was scared of everything. Tommy was way cooler. Actually the cooliest" your tease in a baby voice, making him laugh as you turn on the radio, flipping every station until 'Hell Above' starts playing, making you sing along.

"I run through glass in the street

Kerosene hearts carry the name that my father gave me

And take the face of the wolf

'Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat

Within heaven above you, there's hell over me"

You shout the lyrics at the top of your lungs making Jaime laugh at you. "You should keep your day job Babe" he smiles, as the laughter dies down. "Haha very funny" you say sarcastically, punching his arm playfully. "Vic wouldn't like it if he knew he had competition at what he does best" he laughs again, teasing you. "Oh hush up you Jerk. I don't think you can do any better" you tease back, poking your tongue out at him. "Exactly, that's why I stick to playing my bass" he laughs. "Oh whatever" you frown, sinking into your seat. He stops at the side of road, looking at you. "I love you just the way you are, you can't be good at everything" he smiles. You try to suppress a smile, failing miserably "you're such a dork", "but I'm your dork" he states. "Yep" you concluded, popping the 'p' as you kiss his lips, both of you laughing into it.

Tony:

You were in the living room, clearing your library from unwanted books, jamming along to the song blaring through your speakers which so happened to be 'Bulls In The Bronx' by none other than your boyfriend's band Pierce the Veil. You were currently in yoga pants and a football jersey which was about two sizes too big for you and your hair in a messy bun, your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. You didn't care how you looked cause you weren't going anywhere and you didn't care if your boyfriend came home, he's seen you at your worst thousands of times.

"Maybe we're just having too much fun.

Maybe you can't handle yourself,

Staring at me with your lips and tongue.

I've been having this dream that we can fly,

So maybe if we never wake up, we can see the sky."

You sing along, dancing around the room, energy at an all time high, not caring at how ridiculous you look. You stop dead in your tracks as you hear a laugh from behind you, turning around to find your boyfriend Tony, holding up his phone. "What are you doing?" You ask, setting the box of books aside, stepping closer to him. "The boys and fans are going to love this" he teases, kissing your lips and running away. "Tony Perry! Get back here and don't you dare put that video on the internet" you scream, chasing after him through the whole house. "If you want it come get it" he teases, as you both continue to run around the house till one of you gets tired