"About time, lateass! You've missed half an hour of practice, and the music festival starts in two hours! I had to leave to come find you!" Alex yelled over the roar of music, and Kaz just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. My damn alarm clock went off late, gimme a break," he huffed, causing Alex to laugh loudly.

"Like hell it did! Your lazy ass just didn't wanna get out of bed," he scoffed, turning the music down a little as he began to rumble down the road. "Even your cousin showed on time, and he lives with you," he laughed, and Kaz flipped him off in retaliation.

"Dude, he only showed because he was at your house last night. And trust me, I don't wanna know what you two were up to," Kaz snickered, laughing as Alex reached over with one hand to blindly hit him while swearing loudly. "Both hands on the wheel, zippy, I gotta put my stupid contacts in!" he laughed, and Alex gave him one last smack on the forehead before returning his hand to the wheel. Kaz snickered to himself as he rummaged through his pocket for the small grey case that housed his new contacts. He made a small noise of victory as he pulled it out of his pocket, fumbling with it for a moment before managing to unzip it. He set the case in his lap, fishing the two violet-tinted contacts out before taking his glasses off and setting them on the dash.

Blindly, he fiddled with the contacts for a long moment, almost poking his eye out as he struggled against the jumping of the car. "Fucking hate these damn...plastic things," he mumbled, struggling for a moment to remember the right words. English was a horrible language, and he would stand by that statement. He had been in America for two years and still couldn't seem to get the hang of the language. He finally got the contacts in, blinking rapidly for a moment as he tried to get used to the faint irritation. "Why do I have to wear these again?" he grumbled, eyes flickering from house to house as he watched the neighborhood fly by.

"Because crowds eat that shit up, man. I mean at this point we've got the perfect mix for a band the media will be all over. I'm the hot one, you're the freaky one, Atticus is the cool one, and Mikey's the cute one," Alex said, grinning widely as he glanced over at Kaz.

"Michael. His name is Michael," Kaz corrected him. He didn't like when other people used the nickname he had for his cousin. He wasn't sure why it bothered him, really. Just protectiveness, he supposed. Alex just rolled his eyes, ignoring him as he always did. "But why do I have to be the freaky one?" Kaz complained. "Contacts are itchy and I look weird enough without purple eyes," he said, glancing at his reflection in the passenger side mirror as he spoke. His previously dull grey eyes had been turned a faint violet by the contacts, and he scowled a little at his image in the glass.

"You gotta be the freaky one because you've got the killer backstory. Poor German kid who got kicked to the states when his mom died of cancer? The media eats that shit up. Trust me, one day we'll be famous and all the guys will be drooling over you. Especially when you look all mean with the purple eyes and the earrings and shit when you're actually a big softie," Alex replied with a grin. Kaz just rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling very self conscious about his appearance. He didn't look that mean, did he? Well, he supposed he sort of did, considering the fact that he had cut his hair in a long undercut and had gotten his ears pierced a few months prior. He had thought it made him look older. More responsible, even. Guess it just made him look more like a freak.