#clehmentines

“thank you man.“ he told max, remi’s best friend who had taken him backstage and towards remi’s dressing room, taking a deep breath as he walked inside and fumbled with the lanyard around his neck. “oh my god it’s really him!“ he said with a gasp, holding up the both of his hands. “your friend... is he okay? he seemed drunk.” he shook his head while smirking before he went to give remi a hug. “your show was so good!“

jamie hisses as he shakes out his left hand, the knuckles cracked and bleeding. but hey, at least the guy is gone. sure, he’s small, but he’s got a terrifying “fuck off” face and knows how to punch. “fucking asshole,” he growls at the man’s retreating back before looking at remi. “you good, babe?” he can’t help a little smirk at the nickname, because it’s one he’s never called his friend even though he’s wanted to for ages. 

brooklyn pads over to remi , giggling softly as he jumps onto the sofa and tucks his legs beneath him . “ guess what ! ” he beams . he waits a moment before he crawls into his lap and huffs . “ remington ! ” he whines quietly . “ pay attention to me !! guess what ? ” he grins , pushing his guitar out of the way . 

––––––––––LAUGHTER BUBBLED FROM his lips as he watched the other dancing on a random table. he was right behind him, amused by how drunk the other was. he dance along, going with the other’s energy and just how happy they seemed. what he didn’t expect was for the person to slip, and when they did, he seemed to be in the perfect position to catch them. “woah, woah, woah.” he laughed, scrunching his nose. “you good there ???” he laughed, holding the very drunk person in his arms.

   “i’m sorry about my brother, he can be pretty...annoying.” harley chuckles, feet kicking around in the water in the pool of the villa, looking towards the brother. “but, he is totally right, you’d look really good as the face of a boyce campaign...just saying.” @clehmentines​

“you’re such a fuckin’ dumbass.” max shook his head as he laughed and tumbled back onto the couch, tossing the nintendo switch controller to the side. “it’s not fair, y’know. i feel like you’re somehow better at this than me for no fucking reason.“ he huffed, rolling his eyes slightly. he got up and padded through the dressing room, pouring himself a drink before tossing the other a bottle of water. “you have to get ready yet?“ he asked slowly and picked up his camera to check the settings.

"damn, this bus is bigger than my apartment,” says prince, beyond impressed & it shows on their face. there’s a joint between their fingers already, as they slump down on one of the couches and grin at remi, swinging one of their backpacks of packed shit beside them. “i ain’t never leaving this thing, rem.” it’s true that prince was skeptical to say the least, about coming on tour with remi. but with every next thing they see they know they made the right decision. and prince has the luxury of being able to work from wherever their canvas can fit, and it just so happens this bus is big enough. plus, the bumps on the road would probably make the art more interesting.