AN: Not spell checked.

It's almost ten o'clock when we all start to fall asleep.

  I lay on the couch with Phoenix, my head in her lap as we watch some dumb comedy show with the boys. Rooster sits at my feet, laid back on the couch with his eyes half-closed.

Payback is sprawled out on the floor, almost asleep, and Fanboy is curled into a ball next to him, passed out. Coyote is on his back beside them, scrolling through his phone.

  Bob is sound asleep in a rocking chair, his head rolled back in an uncomfortable- looking position.

Hangman sits in the one other big rocking chair, his eyes glued to the tv. His head is resting on his hand and he chews on his lip. The television reflects in his eyes, dances of color in his pupils.

  He should really consider becoming a model. I think to myself, watching him run his hands through his short hair.

He glances at me, and I quickly return my gaze to the tv, trying to prevent myself from blushing.

"This show is dumb." Coyote speaks, glancing up from his phone. I yawn, stretching my arms.

"It really is." I say groggily, rubbing my eyes.

Bradley sits up, his eyes wide.
  "You don't have a hotel room, Brooke." He says. I shrug.

  "I'll sleep on the couch." I say. "I don't mind."

Phoenix stands, and my head falls with a thud.

"Wow, Thanks Phoenix." I mutter, sitting up. She rolls her eyes, leaving the room.

"Night guys!" She says, and Bob sits up suddenly in his seat at the sound of many 'good nights'. His glasses fall of his nose into his lap, and I laugh.

"Well, goodnight then." Payback says, standing and dragging Fanboy with him. "Come on, sleeping beauty."

Fanboy grumbles, but follows groggily after his friend out of the room.

Coyote follows after them, with Bob bringing up the rear.

I snuggle deeper into the couch, closing my eyes.

"Are you gonna head up, Hangman?" Bradley asks, his voice dark. Hangman lets out a huff, but I hear him stand.

"Don't trust me with the little sis, Rooster?" He asks.

"I don't trust you at all, actually." My brother replies, his voice dripping with venom. I stick my head out of the cushion, blowing hair out of my face.

"Can you ladies wrap this up so I can sleep?" I ask, sitting up. Jake smirks, his eyes resting on me as he speaks.

"Of course, sweetheart." He says, winking. I can basically hear Rooster's blood boiling as we listen to Hangman ascend the stairs.

"I hate him." My brother mutters as I stand, moving to grab my backpack from the hall.

"Be nice." I say. "He just has confidence issues."

"You always see the best in people, you know that, right?" Bradley says, helping me lay a blanket over the couch.

"Yeah. It's one of my best qualities." I joke, plopping down on the couch.  "Good night, Bradley."

"Good night, sis. Love you." He says, pausing at the door.

  "Love you too."

***

I let out a grumble as the curtains are pulled open the next morning, and Phoenix jumps up and down on the couch.

"Morning, Brooke!" She cries, dancing around. "Time to get up!"

"Be careful, Phoenix, don't wake the demon." Bradley says jokingly, pulling open the fridge.

"I think you mean Angel." The female counters, pulling me into a hug that I don't return.

"You are all psycho." I mutter, pulling away from her. "What am I, a pet?"

"Of a sort." Coyote says, grinning widely as he gets himself a glass of orange juice.

I throw my hands in the air, letting out an annoyed huff.

"I feel bullied." I say, standing up from the couch. Phoenix cheers.

"Finally, I got your lazy butt out of bed!" She says.

"Quit picking on Brooke, guys." Bob says, and I point at him.

"Ha, thank you!" I say, running my fingers through my messy hair.

Payback stumbles into the room, yawning.
"How do you all have this much energy?" He grumbles. "It's like six in the morning!"

"We're in the same boat, Payback." I say, picking up the blanket I used and rolling it into a ball before placing it back on the couch. I watch the pilots as they each grab themselves breakfast, I glance around the room.

Fanboy walks in, shoving Payback on his way to the fridge, making his friend flick him off.

"Where's Hangman?" I ask, tilting my head.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." The pilot says as he steps into the kitchen, smirking at me. I roll my eyes, and Bradley groans.

  "Will you stop that, Hangman?" He snaps. Everyone glances at him, concern on our faces.

  Hangman opens his mouth to speak, but I jump in.

  "It's fine, Rooster, I was kinda asking for it." I say slowly, avoiding everyone's gaze. "Sorry ya'll."

Everyone is quiet, until Coyote yells.

  "Shit!" He jumps up from his seat, pulling on his shoes at the door. "We're gonna be late!"

Everyone rushes for the door, yanking on shoes and buttoning shirts.

Bradley glances at me before grabbing his shoes and walking out the door.

I glance up at Hangman, giving him a small smile.

  "Can I help you?" I say, a joking manner to my tone.

  He surprises me when he walks up to where I am standing, placing a hand on my chin. I freeze under his touch, looking him in the eyes. His eyes are serious, brown with swirls of green and gold.

  "You don't have to cover for me, darling." He says slowly, his voice raspy. "I can handle your brother."

  "I know." I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I know, Jake."

  He gives me a quiet smile, before retracting his hand.

  "Don't get into too much trouble today, okay?" He says, pausing at the door.

  "Okay." I manage to say, and as he shuts the door, I cover my face with my hands and leaning against the wall, blushing alone in the room.

-Brooke Bradshaw- ✨ That ✨ Playlist.

- Everybody talks— neon trees

- I ain't worried— OneRepublic

- Believer— Imagine Dragons

- Levitating— Dua Lipa

- Danger Zone— Kenny Loggins

- Enemy (With JID)— Imagine Dragons

—Brooke Bradshaw aesthetic—

"Dad would be proud of you."

"Yes, I name my plants. You don't?"

"But have you SEEN him?!?"

  "We should make bracelets."
 
  "Ah, Screw off!"

"I'm yelling every curse word I know at you in my mind right now."

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