Surrender (Seaside Pictures #4) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,47
our group chats? I’m adding in Jaymeson.
Jaymeson was added to this conversation.
Jaymeson: THE HELL would you add me to this insane group after I begged to be taken off last time? Oh shit, is that the Thermos picture? LOL LOL LOL nevermind, proceed.
Zane: See? You’re welcome, world!
Will: WHY DOES THIS STILL EXIST IN THE UNIVERSE??
Me: The internet doesn’t forget.
Trevor: So… now that we have you, when are you coming in to the studio?
I shifted on my feet and texted back.
Me: I’ll come in tonight or tomorrow night, depends on a few things…
Alec: A few things?
Demetri: Dude, what could possibly keep you from recording? It’s Seaside.
Me: Calm your bird feathers.
Alec: Last time you told him that he puked.
Demetri: Lie.
Braden: He means my mom. Once he figures stuff out with my mom — BTW, this is me not asking questions because I gave you my word and because in the other pictures, she looks the happiest I’ve seen her, but I’m mentally cleaning my guns.
Zane: BACK THE HELL UP.
Alec: WHAT?
Demetri: BRB. Grabbing popcorn.
Will: What don’t we know?
Ty: Hahahaha. Braden’s mom has got it going on.
Braden: Killing Ty first.
Jaymeson: That’s some serious game, going after Braden’s mom. It’s also ridiculously stupid, so why am I not surprised? It’s Drew. The universe, it seems, planned this.
Braden: Long story short, we wanted to go on a quick honeymoon since the tour starts up again in two weeks. My mom has NEVER spent her birthday and anniversary alone, and while she and Amelia are close, it’s always been me who does everything, and well, somehow — and I wasn’t even inebriated, so who knows? — I agreed to let Drew help my mom find her groove. She’s been lonely. He’s had a stupid crush on her since meeting her when he signed me, and because I love her THAT much and see the way she looks at him, I said yes. I regret it every second of every day.
Me: Wait, wait, wait, how does she look at me?
Ty: OMG, Drew, do you think that she maybe likes you?
Zane: Bro, I can write her a note. Let me just grab my college-lined paper and a number two pencil. BRB.
Jaymeson: This has disaster written all over it: Can I have movie rights?
Alec: I would watch this movie.
Demetri: Disaster Movie, produced and directed by Jamie Jaymeson. The true story of how a washed-up rockstar falls in love with his protégé’s mom and ends up tragically killed by the protégé as he seeks his revenge after hot mom’s heart breaks.
I was suddenly extremely uncomfortable with this conversation.
Me: Guys, I promised Braden no details. Stop giving me shit. I like her, okay?
Trevor: Like, like like her? Or just sort of like her?
Me: FU
Will: I think it’s good.
I nearly choked on my spit.
Me: Uh… I literally don’t know how to respond to that. Are you being serious or sarcastic?
Will: I’m serious. She’d be good for Drew. She’s hot — No offense, Braden — and we’re all the same ages or close to it. It’s not like she’s a cougar. She just got started early on kids.
Braden: Not by choice, man. My dad’s a piece of work.
Me: My turn to kill someone.
Braden: I got dibs.
Me: Fair. I’ll be your second.
Jaymeson: Are you guys dueling or killing?
Demetri: I just imagined Jaymeson saying that in his British accent, and it made me laugh.
Alec: Oh, did you? LOL.
Demetri: Shut it.
Zane: As much as I tease, I think I agree with Will on this one. They would look good together and Drew, at least, now that he’s no longer a drug addict, knows how to treat a woman right.
Me: Thanks for that…
Will: Hey, at least you aren’t alone in that confession. Raise your hand in this group text if you’ve been clean your whole life.
Braden: I raised my hand.
Zane: Sit down, young protégé. I, too, raised my hand. But to be fair, the whole facade was that I did cocaine with strippers so… putting hand back down.
Will: Exactly.
Jaymeson: All right, I gotta run. I have a pair of five-year-old twins who just got really quiet, and it’s not because we’re on set.
Demetri: I just shuddered on your behalf.
Trevor: May the force be with you, and may no Legos exist on your chosen path.
Me: Amen.
Ty: Legos are the devil.
Zane: It only takes one to crush your soul. What else can you say that about?
Demetri: Birds?
Me: Horses?
Braden: You guys are weird.
I checked the time.
Me: OK, I gotta go. I’ll text when I’m getting ready to go record.
Zane: And may