Jake's POV
CC, Jinxx and I were in a room together working on guitars and drums for the new album. I sat on CC's lap with my guitar. I'd kiss him every so often. Jinxx would try and talk and CC would whisper dirty things in my ear. Most of the time I'd be fighting a raging boner and an urge to fuck him in front of Jinxx. This usually happened once or twice a week. By the time three weeks had passed, Jinxx had enough. He was pissed off and stressed out. "WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN, IM GLAD YOU'RE BOTH HAPPY, BUT WE NEED TO GET SOMETHING DONE. IT'S NOT HELPING, THAT YOU WHISPER IN HIS EAR AND GIVE HIM A BONER. CC LEAVE, WE NEED FOCUS AND CONCENTRATION, YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Jinxx screamed. He then stormed out and went to find Andy and Ashley. I was blushing, he could see my boner? Andy and Ashley accepted CC. CC was pretty much useless until we had some riffs. I agreed with Jinxx, I needed to talk to CC, alone. I know what you're thinking, no, not in that way, I need to talk to him about focusing, so he might actually be useful. Poor CC.

CC's POV
Well, teasing Jake in the studio was the worst thing I've ever done, I managed to piss off Jinxx. Jinxx is the calm, laid back, easy going, quiet one that very rarely gets pissed off, I think that was the first time I've ever seen Jinxx pissed off. I feel really bad. It's going to be weird, not seeing Jake all day, only in the morning when I look like a wreck and at night when I'm too tired to take notice. I'm now useless, I sit in a room with Andy and Ashley, they come up with lyrics and I sit answering questions on twitter. I can't do anything until Jake and Jinxx come up with a riff, my drum kit is set up but Ashley and Andy want quiet so they can focus and concentrate. If I focused and concentrated on the task at hand instead of messing with Jake, would Jinxx let me help? I want to talk to Jinxx. I'll call him tonight and ask, I'd rather help them than tease Jake, I want to help and not be bored. I hope Jinxx lets me help. Jake had a great idea, when everybody goes on a break, we tell them that we're going to the toilet, secretly we talk outside. They must've known, we weren't that good at hiding what we were doing. I was still bored most of the day, I couldn't do anything until we had a riff, then Jake and I would work on drums while Jinxx did a bit of lyric writing or violin parts. I desperately wanted to be useful, that night I called Jinxx. "Hey Jinxx, I thought about your rant at me, I know I need to focus and concentrate more on the task in hand than entertaining myself. I was calling to ask if I could help you and Jake with guitars, I'm bored and want to contribute, I can't do that if I can't write lyrics or bass lines?" I bluntly asked. "CC, we're getting riffs put together faster than when you were here, for the second record. So we'd prefer you not being with us." He tried to sugar coat it. "Oh, okay." I fought back tears, while on the phone. I quickly hung up and pressed my face into my pillow. I was the only human in the house, only Bubbalito left to accompany me, Jake had taken Trixy out for a walk. I couldn't help but thinking about the band, was I going to be needed, was this a plan to split Jake and I up or to kick me out of the band? I was worried sick, I was paranoid, I needed comfort from a human...