“Oh shit—”
I push through the door before she has a chance to open it for me. Noise invades my ears, and I sprint toward the theater room. I glimpse Kade hunched over the two laptops on the coffee table. He didn’t even flinch when we came in, but I know by the elevated voices in the next room that he isn’t paying attention to me because he’s in full damage control mode.
“—have to excuse the asshat in the chat right now,” Zeb is saying as he reads off the messages. “Some of us didn’t learn etiquette when we were younger.”
Reed is still standing as he plays, Mads slumped into the couch with his mask up, controller locked in his stiff hands. He didn’t have his mask on at the beginning of the stream, and I can only assume he has it on now to hide the rage on his face.
“Hey, Zeb, isn’t it time for me to chat with everyone?” I ask, though my eyes are wide as I try to read some of the message board.
xLittlexRock01:the album sounds sick.
916wbird:Reed, you suck at this game.
User198023598:Hi from Portugal!
TheRealDrummer85:the new shit sounds wack. You guys used to be good.
Zeb pops up from his seat, his eyes wide when he looks at me. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he says, handing the tablet off to me. “Everyone say hi to Bedlam.”
He doesn’t say anything about my absence, but I know he’s heading off to the balcony to smoke or even just the next room to cool down.
Mads sits up and peers at me. “Good to handle this?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” I say, settling in. “I got this—Hey, cult, what’s going on? Damn, it’s late as hell. Why the hell are you fuckers awake right now?”
A slew of answers come back, mostly saying hi to me, glad I’m back on. I scroll up and answer a few questions and comments, some making me laugh.
youngdecayfandom:OMG! Reed and I are wearing the same shirt! #mancrush
User928734:BEDDIE BEDLAM!
Sucker4you2004:I love you Bonnie!!!!
TheRealDrummer85:Great. Here we go.
843musicizlyfe:I love you!
YDfan4life:Bonnieeeeeee!!!!
916wbird:Hey, Bon
A few more hello’s have me grinning. “Oh my god, did you all miss me?” I ask, chuckling. “I was on the roof for ten minutes—Hey, birdie!” I add upon seeing Wren’s username.
“You were gone for like forty-five minutes,” Reed informs me.
He winks at me over his shoulder, grinning wide, and I flip him off.
“Big man has jokes,” I say. “We’ll see how you feel when I kick your ass next game.” I glance down at the tablet again, trying not to think about exactly why I was gone for forty-five minutes.
Yet I can still feel her wetness on my fingers.
“Alright, do you all have any questions for me? Upcoming festivals? Tour? Album?” I ask.
boats.and.hoes:screaming, crying, throwing up. Can I please come play with yall?
TheRealDrummer85:Yeah, I have a question.
gothgirlie1234:hey Bonnie!!! I want a drumstick next show. I already have my outfit ready
