Waiting (MIGUEL, MATEO)

[Alexis García]

It was the Friday afternoon the boys of VALENCIA had been waiting for all week. Their manager, Fran, had contacted them Sunday night. There was a rather popular club in Astaria know as Nemesis that held open mics. She felt it would be good publicity for the young group. A free event their existing fans could attend and another avenue to get more people interested and listening to their music who might not hear it otherwise. It was much to his dismay that they would only be able to play during the day, being a group of minors. If there was one big thing he missed about living in Spain, it was being able to get trashed when he wanted to. Alexis' neck still held the faint marks of a bruise as the ugly reminder of getting his ass beat but thankfully, everything was well with his vocal cords after making a pit stop at a Aegis healer. It'd been lucky they had one capable enough, considering the consensus was that if he hadn't seen one, his vocal cords would have been, mildly put, fucked. 

Back in action, he'd been pumped for the opportunity, haven't having sung much since everything had happened at Aegis' headquarters just a few weeks ago. However, it had been awhile since Alexis had really seen any of his roommates. He left early in the morning and came back late in the night, preferring to be out and about than in that penthouse. The night of the attack on Aegis, he'd gotten plastered and naturally he ran to Mateo for comfort and security. Yet it had been different for him that night. He hadn't looked at his best friend as well, just his best friend. He had thoughts that night about his childhood friend that he'd never had once in his life and they had plagued them since. Now he just felt dirty whenever he was around Mateo, the newfound lust making him feel guilty and wrong. He started to notice all the little things. How good he looked fresh out of the shower, how cutely he ate breakfast, how attractive he was when playing the bass. Alexis felt like the only way to erase these new overflowing feelings was to run and hide. Distance would be the way to fix it. It saddened him, considering it had been well over a week since he really spoke to and hung out with Mateo. He kept it to small, polite talk and would make a beeline for either Gael or Miguel instead in the most subtle way he could. He loved Miguel, but his fascination with tea always bored him. Still, he found himself pursuing topics of tea with Miguel in far more depth than usual or partying with Gael to hanging out with Mateo. 

This morning was just like any other. He got ready and slipped out at the crack ass of dawn and texted the group chat for the band a bullshit excuse and that he would meet them at the club before the open mic. Today, it had been a deep tissue massage. The other days it were hair appointments early in the morning, or a visit to the dentist or an art class. In truth, he was bumming it at an arcade working on getting the newest high score in Space Invaders while effectively avoiding interacting with Mateo. Realistically, he knew he couldn't keep it up. He was in a band with him. He had to put the band first, and he knew this. Oh, he knew it well. But applying it in practice was far harder than he could've ever imagine. He typically acted selflessly when matters involved VALENCIA but he couldn't help but to be selfish on this one.

Alexis stood outside the back entrance of Nemesis, his back pressed up on the cool exterior of the building. A freshly lit cigarette dangled from his lips as he whipped out his phone, texting the group chat, bugging them about when they'd arrive. He knew he could count on Miguel to get them here on time, but he still felt a nagging sense of worry and discomfort that he wasn't traveling here together with them. Tapping his foot, he waited impatiently, ready to start setting up shop. They were the ones with all the equipment in the van after all. After spamming a bunch of clock emojis, implying they were cutting it close and they'd better hurry their asses, he tucked his phone away in his back pocket, staring straight ahead at a pigeon pecking at garbage while taking drags of his cigarette. Alexis was dressed in all black, wearing a tight black v-neck with black ripped skinny jeans. On his feet were laced up black combat boots. His one pierced ear had a dangling small silver feather earring and silver bracelets adorned his right-hand wrist. Around his neck hung a silver cross that rested on the middle of his chest.

Flicking ash off the end of his cigarette, Alexis looked over at the van coming down the back alley way, knowing all too well the sound of that shitty engine.

"Finally, you assholes," he grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.

Mateo Azarola , Miguel Espinosa

[Mateo Azarola]

Either Alexis was less subtle than he thought or he was greatly underestimating how well Mateo knew him. He was being avoided, that much was obvious. If it wasn't obvious from the beginning, it was the second Alexis went out of his way to spend more time with Miguel or Gael and specifically less time with him. He didn't know what he'd done and it wasn't as if Alexis hung around long enough for him to ask. He'd text but he had a feeling those messages would be ignored as well. It wasn't as if they'd never fought before, growing up together didn't always mean they saw eye to eye or agreed on everything but there's been no fight. In his mind nothing had gone differently. All he could think of was the night Alexis had come home drunk after getting hurt at Aegis' headquarters. But even then, Alexis' clingy-ness and their closeness hadn't been all that different. Being blatantly avoided - again he didn't think Alexis was as subtle as he thought he was, at least not to him - didn't exactly put him in the mood for a show either. He liked to think he was just as dedicated to VALENCIA as his bandmates but it was hard to focus on the band when he felt hurt. Two could play that game, though he preferred not to. Mateo had simply started spending more time alone in his room and had been ignoring the group texts from Alexis, letting Miguel or Gael do the talking. He'd gotten changed into a simple black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, light blue jeans with faded knees to contrast the darkness of his shirt and black sneakers on his feet. He was quiet majority of the van ride, only speaking if he was directly addressed. Once they arrived, he just quiet went to the back to start unloading their equipment. He'd just grabbed his bass when he caught Alexis' grumbling. "Yeah we're being the assholes," he remarked pointedly, a hard glare cast at his best friend. He exchanged a look with Gael who he thought looked mildly uncomfortable to be caught in the middle of what was clearly something going on between him and Alexis, and then stepped aside so his bandmate could grab some equipment too. He made a point to ignore Alexis as he brought equipment in and started setting up the stage, only pausing to make sure he politely thanked the club owner. "What songs are we playing?" he asked as he got his bass out of its case and started checking to make sure it was still properly tuned. He shot a knowing look at Alexis because he thought they both should have been aware that it was very hard to plan a show when one member of VALENCIA was being avoided. He wanted Alexis to know he knew, though his attention then turned to Miguel and Gael as if he was searching for an answer from them instead, which he hoped would annoy Alexis, who was after all their lead singer.

... see your eyes in a darkened room look at mine, see where your thoughts stray to. 'Cause I get chills anytime you almost touch me ... mateo Miguel Espinosa outfit described in post 515 words n/a

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Miguel could see what was going on. Alexis was avoiding Mateo. And spending more time with himself and Gael. Alexis was never this interested in his other bandmates. He was the frontman, and he didn't really take much interest in other people. Other than Mateo. It was pretty plain to Miguel what was happening. But he wasn't going to force anything, as long as they put the band first. And when Alexis looked bored of Miguel, he'd try and talk about fencing because it seemed people found that more interesting than types of tea to help best combat illness. It was getting to the point though that Miguel was getting frustrated enough with his bandmate that he was bringing up tea with the primary reason to fuck with him. His deep voice boomed out in the alley. [break][break]

"I keep telling you, cigarettes are gonna ruin your voice one day. And you know, we would have been here faster if you had, you know, helped pack the equipment at the other end. We don't have roadies yet dude." He heard the comments about being assholes from Alexis and Mateo. [break][break]

"You two need to grow up so it doesn't affect the performance. Estupido." Miguel rolled his eyes. Maybe the comment would blow up in his face when he was actually officially dating someone, but for now he'd try and let them know he could see them being total idiots. And he wasn't going to take any sides because that was always a fool's errand. He shook his head. He continued unpacking the equipment, taking extra care with his guitar. He didn't really trust anyone else with it. It had brought him this far, all the way from Spain.

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[Alexis García]

Alexis did his best to stare through Mateo when he exited the van. To focus on anything else but the other boy in front of him. Almost as if avoiding eye contact in general would will him out of existence. His resolve to never look in Mateo's direction broke quickly, and instead, his eyes bore into the one person he was desperately trying to evade. The thoughts that flooded his brain upon his eyes falling upon his frame only reminded him why he was snubbing his best friend in the first place. Never had he thought Mateo was attractive in any way, shape, or form. It was always a brotherly connection for him, and to be looking upon the kid in a new light was strange. He couldn't wrap his head around it really. What exactly changed that night for everything to suddenly be so different in an instant?

Lost in thought and staring at Mateo's ass for a far longer than normal as he unloaded equipment. Miguel's booming voice carried through the alleyway. Accustomed to being chastised over his smoking habit, he merely waved him off like one would a nagging parent, "This voice? Ruined? Come on, Miguel," his tone was light, attempting to cut the tension, "I was busy this morning, I'll be there next time," was all he offered up to Miguel commenting on his glaring absence, trying his best to sound as sincere as possible. He jolted when he noticed Mateo had suddenly turned and gave him a nasty glare. For a split second, his mind frantically panicked, wondering if he'd been caught making heart eyes at his best friend's butt. How long had Mateo been glaring daggers at him?

"Excuse me?" he asked after Mateo grumbled smartly, all paranoia and worrying swept away and replaced with a burning annoyance in one fell swoop. Alexis narrowed his eyes before taking a long draw from his cigarette. He should've seen it coming. He was well aware that his treatment of Mateo was unjust, perhaps even a little immature. A little voice in the back of his head always screamed out in protest whenever he was weird around his childhood friend. Yet the teenager saw no better way to go about handling the situation. "I was kidding, dick," he frowned, rolling his eyes pointedly, both Miguel's comment on them to get a grip and Mateo's crabbiness putting him in a bad mood. Mateo looked away from him, and he felt a pang in his chest. They had never been this cold to one another. The tobacco having turned just as sour in his mouth as the situation, he took one last quick pull before flicking it to the ground and stepping on it, snuffing the life from the cigarette from under his heel. Watching his bandmates file in without him caused him to sigh. What a mess, Alexis thought bitterly as he reached into the van and grabbed his own guitar. Closing up the back of the van, he gave a soft smile to see none other than Gael waiting patiently for him. At least he wasn't completely in the doghouse with VALENCIA.

Wrapping an arm around Gael, seeking comfort from the neutral, nice party, he ducked into the club with him in tow, Gael scrunching his nose at the not so faint smell of cigarettes.

Alexis began his preparations, setting up a microphone at the center front stage. He stood there for a moment, forgetting about the mess that was him and Mateo, forgetting about the headache that was bickering with Miguel about set lists, and letting his thoughts drift away, if only for a moment. Mateo's voice cut through the noise of the hustle and bustle of setting things up for the show. He wanted to ignore him. But it was near impossible. He could feel the other boy's gaze on his back. He wanted to ignore him more than anything in the world, but habitually, he turned towards his voice without hardly any resistance. Alexis' brown eyes met Mateo's, analyzing the look that was given to him by the boy and searching as if they held all the answers in those deep pools of brown looking at him so knowingly.

What. A. Mess.. he thought again miserably, his eyes no doubt displaying clearly in that moment the utter confusion that was fogging his head these past couple of days. Normally, Alexis would have been absolutely furious at Mateo, or anybody in the band for that matter, consulting anybody but him about their setlist, but he stayed quiet, biting down hard on his tongue to silence the annoyed words that wished to spew out of his mouth. Turning his whole body to face Miguel and Gael, doing his best to push Mateo from his mind, he waited for them to lay out the setlist. He knew all of his songs by heart. Whatever order they wanted to do, he'd do.

Alexis took to tuning his guitar, not making eye contact with anyone. Especially not Miguel in this moment. The two were often in a constant struggle of agreeing on anything for the band and it hurt his pride to let him call the shots so freely, but he was suddenly so drained. He had started this game with Mateo, and now he desperately wanted to end it.

Mateo Azarola Miguel Espinosa

[Mateo Azarola]

He didn't think Alexis had been kidding - at least not fully. He knew him well enough to feel there was some truth behind his earlier comment. Something was up with Alexis and it had a lot to do with Mateo. The fact that he wasn't even aware of what it was just left Mateo irritable and petty, especially where Alexis was concerned. It took everything in him not to shoot a glare at Miguel when he said they needed to grow up. Still he couldn't help throwing out, "I'm not the child who avoids people for no reason," while doing anything except looking at Alexis. It was obvious who he was talking about, though, at least to him. He also couldn't keep an edge of hurt out of his voice. He tried to focus on his bass and making sure it was all prepared, probably checking it more than he needed to. Mateo was fully aware that no one had answered his question about the songs they'd be playing. It was annoying. If they didn't pick any songs to play before the show started, the band would look unprofessional. Wasn't the band the most important thing to Alexis? "Alright we'll play nursery rhymes," he said, arching an eyebrow at each of his bandmates. "That should be a hit with teenagers, right?" He knew it wouldn't be. He also didn't know how to play any nursery rhymes on his bass. He'd focused on learning songs that they were actually likely to play. He thought the nursery rhyme joke was fitting, though, considering just earlier he'd called Alexis a child. Mateo thought his jokes were hilarious. He wished he was back home so he could legally get a drink at this club. It wasn't often that he felt like he needed a drink but damn, he needed one right now.

... see your eyes in a darkened room look at mine, see where your thoughts stray to. 'Cause I get chills anytime you almost touch me ... mateo Miguel Espinosa outfit described in first post 308 words Let me know if y'all need more!

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Miguel could see what was going on and he sighed, running a hand through his hair trying to figure out what to do. They hadn't decided on a setlist, and now they were making snide remarks at each other. When Mateo made the comment to Miguel, he rolled his eyes. [break][break]

"No, you're the teenager who would rather go along with avoiding someone instead of confronting your best friend. Jesus, guys, how are we supposed to do well in a gig if we aren't a team?" Miguel very rarely got angry at all, but the feeling was rising. He went to make sure the equipment was hooked up quickly, double checking. He also made sure the lights were in the right spot. He checked over all the wires for good measure. There was no guarantee those two would check them with them being in a snit. Miguel spotted a problem, and grounded the wires. Then he sighed and stalked his way back to the band. [break][break]

"Look guys, I checked them but next time check your own cables. If they aren't grounded, playing your instruments can be super dangerous. Don't just rely on me, double checking them is for your own safety okay?" He spoke quietly so his voice wouldn't carry too far. It had a habit of carrying well. Which was great when he was singing, not so much when he was admonishing his fellow band members. He was just glad Gael was calm because there needed to be people to outset the snit these two were in. [break][break]

"Technically if we remixed nursery rhymes they could still be a hit. But seriously what are we playing? I've practiced our regular songs and added a couple Adam Lambert songs to my repertoire." He said the words as he set up his keyboard properly and made sure his cables were also grounded. And that he could jam without the keyboard falling. [break][break]

Then once he was done setting all of his stuff up, he took out his pocket mirror and arranged his hair right. It had fallen out of place while bringing the stuff in. Once he was done, he tucked it away again neatly and smiled slightly. He was satisfied.

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[Gael Asturias]

This had been going on for a week or two, with Mateo and Alexis. It all started after the attack on Aegis. Gael had dealt with it in his usual fashion; finding a place that would believe him when he said he was 21 with no ID, and finding one or more ladies that he could impress and get in the sack. It usually involved some singing. He wasn't lead vocals, but he provided some harmonies, and he could croon a woman with the best of them.

This whole time while they were arguing, Gael was scoping out the venue, trying to find a bit of exposed concrete. That was his thing, his gimmick on stage, he made his drums out of concrete with his powers at the beginning of the show.

He cursed under his breath, then turned to the back door again. "I need the cinder block, there's nothing to work with here. Except for them. They're cute." He pointed a drumstick at two girls that were there for the actual drinks, and might be staying for the show. Gael shot them both a wink and a grin as he walked out the back door.

Really, Mateo and Alexis needed to just deal with whatever they were all mad at each other about and make up. Why was it so hard to just talk things out? Gael didn't really understand it.

One way or the other, they were all stressed, and Gael had a method that always worked for him.

They were still arguing about the setlist when Gael set the cinder block down heavily in front of his stool. "Okay. You, and you, and you," Gael pointed at his bandmates with his drumsticks, "and you know what, you too," and pointed at himself, "All need to get laid. Here's what we're going to do. We're going to play an amazing show, we're going to amaze and wow the crowd, and then we'll have our pick of chicos and chicas to find a hotel room with. Comprende? You all are too stressed out and need to relax!"

Gael threw his arms around Mateo and Alexis. They seemed to be the two that were having the most trouble. "Whatever's bothering all of you, take care of it, and focus on the good things. We're here, we're all friends, we're famous, we're rich, and the world is ours for the taking. Really the only thing that is bad about the states is having to wait two more years to legally get drinks. So, a couple Adam Lambert, and our old tried and true? Really if we play anything and Alexis sings, it'll be a good night."

Alexis García Mateo Azarola Miguel Espinosa

[Alexis García]

Alexis was a dick. Everyone knew. Even the men in front of him that knew him for years. Outsiders always found themselves undoubtedly scratching their heads and wondering how the rest of the band could stand to work alongside him let alone be his closest friends. It would have been no surprise that when Mateo spoke up to make a snide little comment, he played an obnoxiously loud rift on his guitar in a petty attempt to drown out the sound of the other boy's voice. He still heard everything that Mateo had said sadly, but it was just the asshole move he was hoping for that gave off the impression he didn't care, even if he truly did. He could start playing nice, especially because Mateo did absolutely nothing to him, but he was upset with the feelings stirring inside him, and settled on making everyone else's life hell so that he was not alone in his confused misery.

Alexis offered up nothing in response to the nursery rhymes sarcastic pitch aside from a nasty glare that was cue for shut the hell up. What he would give right now to just disappear from this situation. Normally, Alexis toned down the dramatic persona for his friends, save for everybody else. He wasn't sure what to do. The way his mind suddenly shifted in regards to Mateo was off-putting. If he had been sucker punched in the throat sooner would the same thing have happened? It's like somebody took over his body and he could only watch helplessly as he regretfully made himself out to be a bigger ass. He knew he was just making matters worse, but he just couldn't seem to be able to rightfully adjust his attitude.

Plucking at the strings of his guitar for something to physically do in a sorry attempt to occupy himself, Alexis twisted Miguel's words. "Miguel's right for once, Mateo. Cut the sass and be a team player," he snorted with a roll of the eyes, staring down at the floor instead of looking at anyone else. Gigs were usually his favorite, but he found himself wishing to be almost anywhere else. Thankfully, his prayers were answered in the form of the one and only extremely promiscuous Gael Asturias.

"How could I have not seen the answer," he said giddily in response to Gael, his eyes immediately locking on the women that Gael had pointed out minutes earlier, "when it is just right in front of my eyes?" Alexis laughed, getting some pep in his step at the thought of some companionship. Gael had the right idea. Best way to get over someone was to get under someone, or at least, that was the common saying Alexis had heard since they came to the States and it was sounding like the perfect remedy to his weird fixation on Mateo lately. He could feel his pheromones spiking and naturally a few heads turned towards the source out of pure primal instinct.

Alexis allowed himself to be brought in towards Gael, doing his best to just keep looking out at the forming crowd then to look over at Mateo for even just a second.

"Works for me," was all he said in regards to the setlist before rattling off quickly the order they'd play in. Alexis strode up to the center frontstage, appearing confident and ready to go as he settled in close to the microphone. All signs of the agitation on his face mere moments ago was vanished without a trace. He belonged in the spotlight. Once the house lights touched him, he was free, even if just for the next two hours. Mateo didn't exist, Miguel didn't, nor did Gael. When he was on that stage singing they were all just set pieces to him. They were just the sounds that accompanied his singing in perfect time.

Mateo Azarola Miguel Espinosa Gael Asturias

[Mateo Azarola]

All Mateo could do was glare at Miguel's response, fully aware that he wasn't going to think of any good comeback in time and thus had to settle for not replying at all. He pulled his gaze away as Miguel went off to do something, looking back down at his bass because it was easier than looking anywhere else. He did however look up, cheeks becoming flush, when Miguel returned. Oh. He usually doublechecked his own wires. He mumbled an embarrassed "Thanks" to Miguel and was about to apologize for forgetting to check himself when Alexis' words reached his eyes and he looked over in time to see that eye roll. Words, frustrated, angry, mean, swam in his head but clogged up his throat. When had he not been a team player? He'd joined this band for Alexis, he'd stayed in this band for Alexis - and Miguel and Gael, upon realizing it was their dream as well. He'd moved to another country for this band. He wasn't the one who had randomly decided to start avoiding one and only one of the people in their group. Gael's attempt at helping didn't help either nor did Alexis' quick agreeance to Gael's advice. Of course it wasn't any of his business who his friends hooked up with and how often they did or why they even did. Still, he didn't think that would solve all their problems - It would be childish to think so. That and the thought of him, Mateo, hooking up with a guy he just met in this club was an uncomfortable one to say the least. But like usual, he would simply step back after the concert and let the others shine, getting the attention they desired. He usually offered to handle putting the equipment all away himself after a concert if his friends didn't want to worry about it. Gael's arm was suddenly around him and Mateo's face felt hot again - a fact that was embarrassing in itself - because it wasn't often he was on the receiving - or giving - end of this affection, being the more... prickly of VALENCIA's members. Taking care of what was bothering him sounded like an excellent idea except what was bothering him was Alexis avoiding him - was he avoiding looking at him too now? - and he had no clue why, which making taking care of it hard. He bit back a comment that there was more to life than being rich and famous because he knew quite well who he'd be making that comment too. Besides that was their dream: to be rich and famous musicians. He didn't argue with the song choices - If he'd been in a better mood, he would've curiously asked Miguel how he'd remix nursery rhymes to fit the band. Hypothetically of course. But he wasn't in a better mood so instead he shifted out of Gael's grasp and quietly got into place with his bass. Playing the bass, for him, came just as easily as dancing. It was a form of art like any other. It wasn't as appreciated by the audience as the vocals, guitars, or drums in a concert but Mateo was perfectly content not receiving that kind of attention from strangers. Just like dancing, with his bass, he didn't need to prove anything to anyone but himself. His eyes were on the instrument the whole time, not needing to look out into the crowd, doing his best to tune them out in fact, and not being in the mood to catch the gaze of one of his friends. - - - - When the concert was finished, Mateo gave a small nod before stepping off the stage and putting his bass back in its case. His fingers were sore but that was always expected. He moved to get to work on the rest of the equipment, speaking over his shoulder with his usual offer, "I can take everything back to the house if you three want to stay." Though truth be told he wasn't even sure if he'd be heard by any of his friends over the attention they were undoubtedly already receiving.

... see your eyes in a darkened room look at mine, see where your thoughts stray to. 'Cause I get chills anytime you almost touch me ... mateo Miguel Espinosa outfit described in first post 685 words n/a

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