I had this idea, while I was cleaning one day. Thank you my mind this is all I could think about for days on end.

You were renovated your new house with some old friends of yours. The Ox, the Fluff, the guitar smasher, and the banger. Since high school, John Entwistle, Roger Daltrey, Keith Moon and Pete Townshend has been with you through mostly everything. Breakups, exes, hangovers, you name it, they've seen it or heard it. The house was a simple loft with a balcony, with three bedrooms, so it was big enough to have company over. You had the Doors, quietly playing in the background as you stroked navy blue paint on the walls. A few moments later, you heard commotion coming from upstairs. "Can you keep it down up there?!" You shrieked, as you walked up the stairs, through the hallway, into the master bedroom. "Pete! Roger! You idiots!" Seeing the walls, painted bright red with white streaks made your blood boil. The men standing in front of you, stared with their eyes bright and laughing. "Okay. Who did this?" You asked in a quieter tone, but still a bit on the eviler side. Roger and Pete pointed at each other like you knew they would. Okay, they weren't cooperating. You looked at the clock, then sighed. Keith still wasn't home yet. You sent him, twenty minutes ago, for paint rollers and a bucket of white acrylic paint. Why wasn't he home, yet?
"Pete can you come here for a minute?" You asked him. He nodded, now a serious face. You grabbed him collar, immediately. "Where is Keith, Townshend?" You asked angrily. You were not in the mood anymore, for the funny business. His face screamed for help. Then, you didn't know what happened. Somehow, your lips crashed into his, making a spark ignite. For a few moments, you just stood there. Your hands let go of his collar, his slithering down to your hip and back. You slipped a little tongue, making it almost a French kiss as you played with his dark hair. You heard Roger cringe at the two of you.
You heard the door slam open, and with that you both pulled away. Pete held you tight. "Oh, c'mon!" You shifted yourself out of his grip and threw your hands up at the man with a childish face, with paint and rollers. "You can eat each other's faces off, tonight. Alone. In bed." Moonie's comment made you fall over the cliff. "Moonie, you realized I'm gonna kill you some day right?" You asked, before Pete slipped you in his arms again and you went into your happy place again.

Hiii. So if I get 20 comments on this chapter I will do a smut. Deal? Deal. Peace and love ~✨Stargirl✨