Zeke recognized the ringtone. He groaned, picking himself up off the couch. It was a good thing they weren't on tour when this shit hit the fan. There would've been a shitload of fighting. And things like that. Lots of yelling and breaking of things. And they'd have to be on the bus or on a plane or in a dressing room together.
Instead Zeke was crashing in Spencer's bed, taking up all of Spencer's personal space, and staying out really late. They were supposed to be working on the new album. Supposedly.
He didn't drink. But he did dance himself senseless. He didn't talk to anyone but Spence. And Jon, but Jon was in "neutral" territory and Zeke secretly thought that Jon liked Zeph better than him anyways.
He answered the phone and sort of grunted into it. "What?"