McKenna POV.
“What the actual fuck?! What cock-juggling thunderc*nt has been fucking about with my drum kit?!” I snorted with laughter. Which is not a good thing to do after you’ve just taken a mouthful of coffee. I coughed and choked as I held in my laughter at Jimmy’s outburst, while I tried to mop up the coffee that had come flying out of my nose.
“That is by far, the coolest thing I have seen all week!” Yelled Johnny, pointing at me. I glared at him and coughed a bit more. The situation wasn’t helped at all by Jimmy’s next outburst.
“Which one of you cock-suckers has been fiddling with my drums?” Matt spat his coffee out as he cracked up laughing. Weren’t we a hygienic bunch today? That set the rest of us off again. Jimmy staring imperiously down at the lot of us wasn’t exactly helping either. We were like bloody school kids. One look at anyone else in the room was enough to set us off again. Which didn’t help Jimmy’s mood in the slightest. Eventually, with great restraint, I managed to calm down enough to look at Jimmy.
“What in the name of all that is holy was that outburst about?” I held in the snigger that wanted to escape as I noticed Zacky and Johnny leaning on each other for support as they tried not to giggle. Barely.
“Someone has been fucking around with my drum kit.” Syn raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, we got that part.” Jimmy turned his glare on Syn, who just grinned back.
“What’s happened to your drum kit Jimmy?” I asked, trying to be sympathetic.
“It’s been faffed with!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. I held in my laughter.
“Faffed with how?”
“Everything’s been moved and altered, you know. Faffed with! And I want to know which one of you ass-munchers has been inappropriately touching it!” I closed my eyes and forced myself not to give into the laughter that was trying to force it’s way past my lips.
“Jimmy,” I opened my eyes and started at him. “have you considered that maybe this ‘cock-juggling thunderc*nt’ is your drum tech?” Realisation dawned on Jimmy. It was quite comical to watch.
“Ah.”

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(A/N: The album that they are recording is going to be the start of Nightmare, but hopefully it’ll all make sense soon  )

I lay back in the small patch of sun that was filtering through the window in the studio, enjoying the combination of warmth on my skin and Bullet For My Valentine blasting through my ears.
“You were told to run away, soak that place and light the flame, pay the price for your betrayal, your betrayal, your betrayal.” I was jerked out of my musical marathon by someone poking me with their foot. In the stomach. How rude. I opened one eye to see Syn grinning down at me. I pulled out an earphone.
“What?”
“We’re done for the day.” He announced, holding out a hand for me to take. I let him pull me to my feet, he even caught me as I tripped over my own feet. Seriously, what did I do to deserve a guy like this? I smiled gratefully at him and let him wrap his arm around my waist as we headed for the car. I put my arm around his waist, enjoying the warm comfort of having Syn pressed against my side as we crossed the car park to the SUV that we’d rented for the month we were up here. It was a short, uneventful journey back to the hotel. We were all sharing the large penthouse-apartment-suite-thing that took up the whole top floor of the hotel. It was fucking amazing. As you walked in through the door, you walked into a huge living room style area. There was a sunken area that you walked down a couple of steps to, filled with soft, squishy couches and chaise lounges, all covered in cushions. There were enormous French-style doors that opened out onto a large balcony that over-looked L.A. Three doors lead off from the main, circular room, into three bedrooms. Syn and I were sharing one, Zacky and Jimmy another and Matt and Johnny, the last one, although Johnny would probably be relegated to one of the large couches when Val put in an appearance. All of the bedrooms were massive, but mine and Syn’s was the only one that boasted a huge four-poster king sized bed. The others just had two double beds squeezed in. Of course, every bedroom had its own bathroom; a glamorous affair, full of marble and silver taps. They even had Jacuzzi showers. I didn’t even know that they existed. Matt unlocked the door to the apartment, allowing me to squeeze through all of the guys and crash face-first onto the softest, squishiest couch in the pit. Jimmy’s chuckle made me look up and glare at him.
“Shut up, you bully.” I grumbled, before crashing my head back down into the soft cushions. I only had chance to enjoy a few more moments of my comfort as I was lifted suddenly off the couch. I scowled at Syn as he set me back on my feet. “You’d better have a damn good reason for doing that Gates.” He laughed and pointed at the door that lead to the room that we were sharing.
“Go change. I’m taking you out to eat.”