Celebrating 3 Years of PM with PRETTYMUCH
Words alone could not describe the amount of pride and joy that washed over you as the years passed and you watched PRETTMUCH grow into the talented group of young men that they were. The trek had been far from easy and there was still a long way for them to go but all they had accomplished in such a short amount of time was nothing short of amazing and still cause for celebration. During this time, the five of them had come together and created something even more beautiful than the music they produced: a genuine relationship that transcended simply being friends and delved into the realm of being a family. You, too, were part of this and had grown rather close to all of them (though one not in particular held your heart). Upon realizing that the band would have been together for nearly three years now, you began the preparations for a celebration a few months in advance. Having toiled over every minute detail for weeks and weeks on end, it went without saying that the final result was something that you were exceptionally fond of. It wasn't anything extravagant but you had done well to ensure that all of the boys' interests were reflected somewhere in the scene. After shooting the boys out of the house you set to work. Neon lights had been strung up around the house, casting colorful shadows across everything after the lights had been dimmed. Everyone's favorite foods had been prepared and tastefully set out on the dining room table, making them easily accessible while still looking nice. Balloons lay scattered about and a large banner that said "happy anniversary" hung above the entryway. The colors coincided with that of the kitchen and made everything feel bubbly and inviting. The backyard had been dressed for the occasion as well. Tiki torches lined the porch and walkways and several tables had been set up and decorated to match the interior. What food didn't fit on the dining room table had been arranged on one of the three that sat on the back stoop; the other two were intended solely for sitting room. The pool had been uncovered and several toys had been thrown in — including noodles, a beach ball, and a rideable duck — just for the fun of it. You had even fine so far as to reserve a small section of space for photos. Props had been set out and face paint was laid out nearby should any of the guests decide they wanted to get in touch with their inner child. After the preparations had been made and the last of the guests flooded in you called the boys back. It wasn't long before they arrived, eyes widening in surprise when they saw the party that had been arranged for them. Excitedly, they all set about mingling and enjoying all that you had prepared for them.
"Be still," Austin chided lightly. You could hear the laughter in his voice and it made you giggle in turn, pulling away so that he wouldn't mess up. He had been working on painting your face for the better part of the last ten minutes but you found yourself laughing so frequently at the smallest of things that it was nearly impossible for him to get more than a few strokes in before thou were doubling over and pulling away once more.
"I can't help it! It tickles." You cleared your throat in a feeble attempt to force away the laughter that threatened to bubble up from within you and sat up once more. "Okay. Okay, I'm good, keep going."
"If you don't let me finish you're never going to be able to paint my face." He stated simply, gingerly taking gold of your chin with his free hand.
"We could always work at the same time," you offered. The look he shot you in response to your proposal perfectly reflected the words that tumbled past his lips shortly thereafter.
"How would we even manage that?"
"Like this." You picked up a stray brush, taking a moment to wave it in his face for emphasis. Dipping it in some red paint, you set to work. Austin took a moment to adjust his position so that he could paint without bumping into your arm before resuming his work. The two of you were able to work in peace for several minutes but your boyfriend soon found himself losing focus and turning his attention away from the section he was painting to study tour face. The look of concentration that overtook your features was exceptionally amusing and he found himself busting when your tongue poked itself from the corner of your mouth, brows furrowing. His shoulders shook from the intensity of his laughter. "Jesus—"
"What happened to being still, huh? You're ruining my masterpiece."
You tried and failed for several more minutes to paint each other's faces but the attempt was in vain for the two of you couldn't get more than a few light brushes in before one of you was cackling. Whether it be because of a bad joke or a silly face or anything in between, you couldn't keep the giggles at bay.
"I can't remember the last time I had this much fun," Austin breathed, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had formed in his eyes as a result of his laughter. "This is...wow. I don't even know how to thank you for everything you've done for us tonight."
Smiling cheekily, you shifted closer. "I think a kiss would be reward enough." He was more than happy to oblige, cupping your face so that he could seal his lips against your own. You cupped his cheeks as well, smearing the paint that rested there. It flowed across your palm like water, covering the entirety in it in sticky, warm hues. Austin's own were now painted in the delicate shades of blue that danced across your own skin. Your hands soon fell away from his dace, ghosting over the skin of his neck and the fabric of his shirt as they traveled downward. They stopped just short of tour lap and his larger ones met to meet them, fingers lacing. Tour palms collided, creating a beautiful shade of lilac.
"Happy anniversary," you whispered against his lips.
A bright smile split your lips as you watched your boyfriend. He was on the opposite end of the room, excitedly speaking with friends and family that he hadn't seen for quite some time. The feeling eyes on him soon drew his attention away from the conversation and over to you. The corners of his lips turned upward to mirror your own smile and the radiance of it made you swoon. He excused himself and stepped over, his arm immediately winding itself around your waist. You leaned into his side, a sigh of content tumbling last your lips as you rested your head on his chest. "This is amazing, Y/N. I don't think I can thank you enough."
"There's no need," you hummed in response, pressing yourself a bit closer. You relished in the welcoming warmth that rolled off of his body in waves.
Shaking his head, he moved to pull you into a proper hug. "Of course there is, you didn't have to do all of this for us. Thank you so much, everyone loves it."
You were quick to return the hug, eyes falling shut. "I'm glad. Now," you pulled away, another bright grin gracing your face. "Why don't we hit the karaoke machine?"
The better part of the next half hour was spent singing very-odd key duets to songs you barely knew, embarrassed laughter interrupting tour show and making you double over. Amused chuckles and calls for an encore kept the two of you going until you were so winded that you had to break away, stumbling into the kitchen to get some water. You sat on the counter and Brandon moved to position himself between tour legs, coupling tour gave and sealing his lips to tour own before you had a chance to ask what he was doing. Melting into it, you let your fingers tangle in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He let out a breathy chuckle when the two of you finally parted.
You giggled, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "Happy three years, Brandon. I'm proud of you."
You shuffled about the party, saying your hellos to old friends and family. The entirety of the house had an atmosphere that could only be described as lighthearted and jovial. The excitement and happiness that was radiated hung so thickly in the air that it was nearly palpable. "Excuse me," you murmured every few seconds as you weaved through the mass of people that had congregated within your home.
Sucking in a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter shut as you relished in the feeling of cool air tickling your skin. It was a pleasant contrast to the heat indoors. It wasn't long before the melodic sound of strings being plucked reached tour ears and your eyes batted open once more. You were greeted with the sight of Edwin seated on the edge of the pool, lazily kicking his feet in the water. A ukulele was trapped firmly in his grasp and he was picking away, humming along to the beat it produced. A faux coconut bra was fastened securely around his chest. Rolling your jeans up as much as you could, you stepped over and took the seat beside him, allowing your own feet to fall into the water. It was cool and made you shiver. "You make some killer entertainment," you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. "We might as well just kill the music and listen to you. Your outfit really sets it all off, too."
"Stop playing," your partner laughed, setting the ukulele aside so that he could wrap an arm around your waist.
"I'm not playing. I know I say this all the time but tour voice is like honey."
You flashed him a toothy grin. "I mean it. You're talented."
"Not just for the compliment," he continued, making you cock an inquisitive eyebrow. "For all of this," he motioned back toward the party. "This was really sweet of you, we all appreciate it."
You shrugged. "Its nothing, really. I just wanted to do something to show you all how proud I am. You've done so much and deserve some recognition."
Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. "I don't even know how to begin to thank you."
"You can start by playing me another song," you chimed. He was quick to comply, warm smile tugging the corners of his lips up toward his ears.
Pulling back, he moved to grab his ukulele once more. The beat he began to play was familiar and drew a smile to your face. When he began to sing, as did you, your voices curling about one another and prancing through the air.
"There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours~"
The thrum of the music that reverberated off the walls of your home was more than enough to make your bones rattle, teeth clacking against one another. Still, you were unbothered. In fact, you took great pleasure in the noise and found yourself moving along to the upbeat track that was playing, laughing and talking with your friends as you did so. You had to press yourself closer to the pulsating bodies of the others and raise your voice so that you could be heard over the music but even still you were not put off by the noise or proximity. You lost yourself in the conversation and it wasn’t until you felt hands on your body that you were drawn back to reality. The feeling of large hands dripping under the hem of your shirt and gripping at your hips made you jump but the worry that had sunk its talons into you dissipated when you turned and caught sight of your boyfriend. Nick smiled brightly, pulling you closer. Your arms moved to wide themselves around his neck, a warm smile of taking form on tour own lips. "Well hello there, stranger. I haven't seen you all night."
"I've been running around saying hi to everyone," he chuckled. "It's been forever since we've had everyone under the same roof."
"I'm glad you like it. It seems like you're having fun and I love seeing you happy," you cooed.
"Like it? Y/N, I love it. We all do. What you did," he paused then, shaking his head in disbelief. "is absolutely ridiculous. You've really outdone yourself."
The song faded out, beat changing from that of a hyperactive dance track to something softer and more melodic. Your frames gravitated even closer to one another and the two of you began to sway along to the tempo. You rested your head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart drowning out the beat of the song. Eventually, it was all you could hear, the sound and the warmth he radiated falling over you like a wave. They held you beneath their waters, but you protested not. It was comfortable and you were more than happy to drown in the sensation. Thank you," he murmured, voice echoing within his chest. You felt its vibrations against your cheek. "Of course, Nick. Anything for you."
"Caleb!" You cried, juggling your weight from one foot to the other in a feeble attempt to shake the water off of your body and warm up some. Needless to say, it didn't work. It had already seeped into your clothing, making it cling to your skin. The broken plastic of the water balloon your boyfriend had thrown at you slowly curled, peeling itself off of your shirt and falling to the ground. Your gaze followed it, lips drawing themselves into a thin line. When you lifted your eyes once more they settled on the smiling figure that stood before you. Despite the fact that he towered over you, he seemed to shrink some when he saw the look of cold determination on your face. Caleb turned to run just as you let out a warrior scream and hurled your own balloon at his back. It bust, soaking a large portion of his shirt. When he turned back to face you it was your turn to run; he was much faster and upon you in a matter of seconds. Before you could do so much as yell he was picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, carrying you over to the edge of the pool.
When you refused, he tossed you in the water, jumping in shortly thereafter. The moment you resurfaced you splashed at him, cackling nefariously when he shied away. Swinging his arms wildly, he splashed you back. The two of you continued on like this until your arms grew heavy and you were panting. You moved to splash him once more but he gingerly took hold of your wrists, shaking his head. You stopped immediately, melting beneath his touch. Wading forward, he took hold of your hands and pulled you so close that your chests were flush against one another. They were heaving, and you could have sworn that his heart was beating so rapidly and so hard that you could feel it through his chest and against your own. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. You were quick to respond, easing yourself into what was easily the most genuine thank you had ever received.
“I love you, Z. Happy three years.”
