This was the type of shit Kendrick lived for. Being in a band had its ups and downs, but this moment right here - playing like nothing else mattered in front of a screaming crowd? Nothing could beat it. Well, except being curled up in his girlfriend's arms. ...Yeah, her arms totally beat this...

Kendrick's whole body was on fire, arms swinging up and down, the vibrations from his drums ringing through his ears. He could feel the skin on his palms already scratch and tear from his wooden drumsticks, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't care. Everything was going perfectly, and he just knew tonight would be a hit.

From behind, Kendrick momentarily lifted his eyes from his drums, watching Sammy and Michael interact through awkward looks and chin jerks. It made a faint smirk tug at his thick lips, but it soon washed away like a sand pattern on the beach. Michael's solo was coming up. And he wasn't ready. Kendrick noticed Michael practically stopped playing altogether. So what did Kendrick do? Make a damn show out of it. Instead of playing his usual part, he switched it up. He played faster, harder, turning Michael's solo into his own. The crowd went mental, and Sammy slightly turned round, giving him a grin for locking in. Tom would be pissed, but Kendrick knew he'd be off the hook. Plus, the sooner he got out of this gig? The sooner he could go see his sweet girl.

Kendrick didn't wait around to hear Tom yell at Michael about the solo. He went backstage, got his shit and left straight away. He had better priorities than hearing the band at each other's throats for hours.

Which was why he was here. 7/11. He stood outside, staring at the bright illuminating sign, before slowly walking in. It was 11pm, so the measly gas station stunk of body odour and alcohol, a group of wasted girls prodding around the liquor aisle. He paid them no mind, walking straight to the snacks. He didn't message her, he knew exactly what she liked and she knew by now that after every gig, he'd come see her. It was their own secret ritual, and he was beyond grateful for it.

His beaten up combat boots padded against the concrete ground, coming to a screechy halt as he stood in front of the chocolates. He picked up a box of valentines chocolates, m&m's, Hershey's kisses and a bag of mixed candy. "Sweet treats for my sweet girl..." He murmured under his breath, cradling the snacks against his hard chest. He wandered through the other aisles, picking up a bottle of Cola and a plethora of chips. Eventually he paid, slapping his card against the reader, shoving the treats into a plastic carrier and wandered back to his car.

Here i come, baby.

This was the tricky part - Getting into her room without making too much noise. Her parents weren't an issue, they'd renovated the basement into their luxury bedroom months ago, but the risk was still there. Plus, he knew she secretly enjoyed him coming through the window, it was old school romantic.

Kendrick placed the handles of the plastic carrier bag between his teeth, biting down with a vice-like grip. His hands clutched the downpipe, and with a sigh, he began climbing up. He groaned with each pull, but fuck, it was worth it. He climbed up to the windowsill, staring through the glass only to see his precious girl sat up in bed, waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, a gorgeous smile gracing her lips. She wandered on over, her body wrapped in a silk nightdress he'd gifted her years back. Still looked perfect on her..

As she opened the window, he climbed on inside, stretching to click his back. He took the bag out of his mouth, setting it on her soft bed. "Well hello, princess." He drawled, hands reaching for her. His large, calloused palms rested on her waist, squeezing before sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer. "Miss me?" He grinned, dark eyes sparkling with mischief and full, hopeless devotion.

"I think i deserve a kiss for all my hard work, no?" He pouted sarcastically, giving her puppy dog eyes. "And for all these snacks?" He softly chuckled, "A hand massage would be great."