And it all started with this meet & greet - Ondreaz Lopez

Chapter 37. "Whoa, guys, not everyone is a rock star!"

 We all sat together in the living room and watched the chaos. Actually, we were supposed to figure out the quickest way to restore order. But except for Ondre and me, everyone was still pretty hung over. 

 "Guys, that's it," I sighed and got up. I went into the kitchen and pulled the tap out of the throat. As far as I could, I walked the thing towards the living room. Immediately, there were wild screams and everyone jumped up and down. "Soph, have you gone mad?" Jess yelled and jumped into the kitchen to turn off the water. 

 Everyone looked at me quite angrily, only Ondre stood in a corner, extremely amused and denied himself the chance to laugh. "Maybe, but it woke you up," I grinned and looked at the clock. It was a quarter past three.

 In fact, a little more awake, everyone got down to work. We dragged the rest of the food into the pantry, or rather into the candy closet. We had been smart enough to put the ice cream in the freezer yesterday. In our condition it was really an amazing achievement. 

 "Do you still have appointments?" I asked Ondre, who was two meters away and synchronized with me. I really wondered where all that dirt came from. "Yes, we do. A concert here in SFO, but not for a few days and another interview. After that a break, because the tour is packed then," he said and pushed the swept up dirt to my pile.

 "Okay, and how long will you be here in San Francisco?" He thought for a moment. "We're only supposed to be here a week after the interview. so we'll be going home in 11 days." I sighed. "Ondre, I haven't seen you in three months. We need to do more together," I said and he nodded approvingly.

 "Are you staying in a hotel?" He smiled. "Actually, yes, but I'm sure you can persuade Manuel to let me stay here." He waved his eyebrows. "Yes, I think that can be arranged," I laughed and poured the dirt in the trash. Together we'd got it all cleaned up and Matt's friends were getting ready to leave. 

 I took each of them in my arms one last time, thanked them for the presents and took them to the door. Now the eight boys and my friends were still there. "Soph, I think I'll get out of here too. My sister is coming from Australia tomorrow and I don't want her to find her bed completely fucked up," sighed Chris and then slowly made his way home. 

 Jess, Mark and Dan joined him. Ben stayed another hour and helped move the furniture back and also ate some of the excess stuff. On this occasion he took Amy with him, whose mother had called her eleven times already.

 Now I was alone with these eight chaotic people because Matt had left for work. He was working as a bartender in a bar two blocks from here. "I'm hungry," I realized, so I crawled off Ondre's lap to go to the kitchen. "Oh, finally someone says it. I've been holding back all this time," Chase said tormentedly and followed me immediately. 

 "You can just say when you're hungry," I laughed and opened the pantry. There was so much inside. Chips, gummi bears, chocolate, canned vegetables... and a lot of other stuff, but nothing that appealed to me. "Okay, we'll order in," I sighed and took my phone out of my pocket. 

"I'm ordering Italian. What do you want?", I asked around and everyone shouted their order at about the same time. I understood it anyway. "Fine, thank you." Bono's loud, good-sounding voice was ringing in my ears.

 "Hey, Soph," he said into the receiver. "Hey, chief. I'd like to order something. You should write this down. I got a friend over there with very special needs." I took a little side glance at Chase. "Okay, so, a pizza with ham, pepperoni, mushrooms, peppers, corn, olives, pineapple, tuna and a double order of mozzarella. Then two with pepperoni. three Hawaiian pizza. Tortellini with cream sauce. One plain calzone and the spaghetti with tomato and basil sauce, please."