Mixtape of Their Favorite Band

Dallas’s Perspective

Dallas. Dallas fucking Frazier, as people knew me. People thought I was some rough-and-tough Texas-born girl. And okay, that was somewhat true. I was born in Rockwall, Texas, a suburb near Dallas, hence my name and my love for the Dallas Cowboys.

My parents moved to Lutherville, Maryland, when I was three, because they had better schools, and my dad’s job at NASA took him to Greenbelt, Maryland. I had very few memories of my life in Texas, other than it being hot and loud, but I loved the idea that it was there waiting for me when I got out of school.

Nowadays, I was a senior at Dulaney High School. When I graduated, I’d be attending University of Texas at Dallas. I wasn’t super popular, but enough people liked me, and no one dared to mess with me. Unfortunately, I had a reputation with guys. I was not a slut, but I had dated a lot of guys, none of which I slept with. I never got dumped. I always did the dumping. That made me feel good.

My best friend was named Adelaide Quinn. She was so amazing. Her only character flaw was that she didn’t share my ardent passion for bands, All Time Low in particular. Well, and she didn’t wear makeup, but that could be overlooked.

My obsession had caused me to transfer out of my dream high school, Carver, to be with Adelaide at Dulaney. That and an incident that I don’t talk about and would beat up anyone who mentioned it.

I spent my school days, plagued with Senioritis, daydreaming, wondering if Alex, Jack, or Rian might have sat in the very seat that my ass was planted on. Whether Alex had stared up and the clock then scribbled away in his notebook the lyrics to songs that would become the soundtrack to my life.

Currently, I was back in Math with the lovely Ms. Barton, but I was spacing out in the back row, checking Twitter every two seconds, for word when Zack and the other boys would come visit Dulaney.

I refreshed Zack's twitter page for the hundredth time, and there was finally a new tweet, from twelve seconds ago.

“All you Dulaney kids, stay after school this Friday. ATL has a little surprise for you :)”

“Oh my God.” I whispered.

Adelaide was snoozing over her desk next to me. I elbowed her in the stomach. No response. I crumpled up a sheet of paper and threw it at her head. It landed perfectly on the crown of her head, nestling in her slightly wavy golden locks and stayed there. I stifled my laughter. I called her on my phone. Her phone rang as her ringtone echoed around the room:

“You’re only happy when I’m wasted. I point my finger, but I just can’t place it.”

Adelaide leaped practically ten feet in the air and pressed “Ignore” on her phone. The song ended but I’d heard it already. I made a mental note to make fun of her for it later.

“Ms. Quinn, what did I say about cell phones?” Barton asked playfully.

We knew she was just messing with us.

“Not to use them in class and to keep them quiet.” Adelaide replied.

“Right!” she replied and returned to her lesson like nothing happened.

“What was that?” Adelaide asked me hushedly.

I tossed her my phone. She read the still-open tweet.

“Wow.” she said flatly.

“Come on, Addy, you know you’re jazzed up about meeting your future husband.” I mocked.

She smacked me.

“He’s not my future husband. He’s just...” she trailed off.

“A hottie?” I guessed.

“Well, that too.” she laughed and we looked up at Ms. Barton, actually trying to learn something for once.

--

We were strolling out to my car, which was parked in the student lot. I loved it. It was an Audi A4, a bright blue one. I’d gotten it for my eighteenth birthday.

Adelaide threw her stuff in the backseat then got in the front seat.

“So...you like Stella, huh?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder, backing out.

“Wha-what?” Adelaide stammered.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice.” I gave her a knowing look.

“Okay, so what?” she snapped.

“So, I’m right!” I laughed.

“Yeah, just keep telling yourself that, Dal.” she rolled her eyes.

--

We were in the mall, hanging out in the food court, where we ate Chinese food, my current favorite.

“So what are you going to wear?” I asked.

“What?” she asked, seeming to come out of a deep daydream.

“Friday. What are you planning on wearing? Nothing embarrassing like that old Skillet t-shirt.” I told her. She frowned.

“Well then.” she scoffed.

“Wanna know what I’m wearing?” I asked.

“I’m sure you’ll tell me anyway, so yes.” she replied dryly.

“Okay. I’m wearing my purple Glamour Kills shirt, my jeggings, a grey beanie, and my red converses.” I enthused.

“Cool.” she replied.

Notes

Title: Life On Mars?, David Bowie

Dallas

So hey guys!! I'm Hayley (gamble with desire.) I'm ecstatic to be involved on this :) huge thank you and hugs and air kisses to the lovely NewKidOnAnOldBlock for making it happen!

I'll be writing next chapter as well then we'll alternate. Let's see where this goes!