With the Lights Off...

(31): We Are Young

*Okay, okay. So the last chapter was a little bland, but I'll make up for it here. I promise I'll make this one longer! :DDD thank you so much for all the support, you guys. You mean the world, I swear xx*

Ian's POV

"Finally!" Maggie yelled. "We thought you'd never come down here. Does make-up sex really take you guys three effing hours?"

"Seriously? That's what you guys thought we were doing?" I asked, wrapping my arm around Nina's waist. She snuggled into me and laughed.

"Well, what else could the two of you be doing?" Ben sighed. "It's not like you were up there playing checkers or braiding each other's hair, right?"

"There is way more to do in a hotel room than sex," Nina sighed. "You guys are way too excited."

I snorted at them and watched as the crew members began hustling out the door. "The program's about to start," one of them said. "They need you to get ready for the stage."

"So, we're seriously going to sing and dance? That's going to be awful." I said. "Because everyone knows I suck at that. I might upset them even more."

"Says the guy who just needs to breathe to set off a million teenage girls," Evan laughed. "Come on, it's going to be fun."

"I hope so," I muttered.

Nina rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Babe, will you just chill out," she sighed. "We're not performing at Carnegie Hall or Madison Square Garden. It's nothing serious. It's just for fun, just to make them smile."

"Just seeing you makes me smile," I sighed.

She rolled her eyes again and kissed me on the lips lightly. 

"SEE? Just seeing you guys be all over each other in public," Maggie muttered. "Who wouldn't assume that you'd be having sex behind closed doors!"

"Okay, thin down on the whole NIan sex thing," Nina said. "It's awkward enough that we have to be each other's exes, we don't need to get into detail about what happens between us."

"Fine," Ben laughed. "We're going to stop the whole NIan sex thing. But we can always go on to the whole Evashley thing."

"You guys are lucky you're not a Baggie or a Men right now," Evan said. "Why aren't you two together anyway?"

"Aside from the fact that he is totally not my type," Maggie said. "I have my man and he has his girl. We're not really the type to go out with an ex's ex."

"How am I not your type?" Ben asked jokingly. 

"Well, you're named Ben," she said. "And Ben is the name of the high school bully who always laughed at me for having my hair up in pigtails. That name will never be associated with my lovelifee. Nosiree."

"I understand," he said. "Besides, you're not exactly my type either."

"Really? Why not?"

"Because you used to have your hair in pigtails," he said. "And I don't think I would ever see past that."

We all laughed as we made our way to the stage outside. Once we got ourselves out, the roar and applause of hundreds of people burst through like fireworks.

"Everyone, let us all welcome, the stars of Ligh!" the announcer said, signalling us to make our way up the stage. 

All six of us lined up behind him, waving and smiling at the crowd. Some blew kisses, others yelled our names so loud it was unbelievable. "Ang gaganda't gwapo po nila diba?" (They're all so beautiful and handsome, right?")
"YES!" they yelled back, waving their hands in the air.