The Many Sides of a Sick Pretty Boy Frontman

Lennon nodded, slowly looking around, only just realising he wasn't in Monte's room anymore.

Monte smiled. "Hey sleepyhead."

"Am not a sleepyhead." Lennon mumbled, pouting.

Sammy chuckled. "C'mon, no pouts now."

Adam chuckled. "But you love it when we do..." He teased.

Sammy nodded. "Good point."

Adam smirked and leaned against Sammy. Lennon smiled and shook his head.

Monte chuckled

Lennon moved over to Monte, hugging him.

Monte hugged Lennon back

Lennon smiled, slowly moving one hand to tickle Monte.

Monte squealed and laughed.

"This is for tickling me." Lennon smirked, still tickling him.

Monte continued to laugh, trying to grab Lennon's hands.

Lennon smirked, moving his hands away when Monte almost grabbed them.

Monte stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Lennon stuck his tongue out back. "Haha." He teased.

"Brat," teased Monte.

"Am not." Lennon said, poking him.

Monte squeaked. "Are so."

"No. I'm. Not." Lennon said, poking Monte with each word, chuckling.

"Okay, okay," said Monte.

Lennon smirked and stopped.

Sammy chucked softly.

"He's not like me," Adam said, chuckling. "Not at all..."