I'll Paint You Wings.
Warped.
JACK
JUNE 25: ST. LOUIS, MO
"Dude, Jack, if you're coming with us to the river we need to go now," my best friend and band mate, Alex, said to me. We were in St. Louis, home of hot temperatures and even hotter girls who knew how to have a good time. I realized I was once again lost in my thoughts and Alex was staring at me, awaiting an answer.
"No, sorry man. I think I'll stay here and chill. Maybe scope out some ladies." Total lie. I'm still strung out over my ex, Jasmine. Alex, of course, probably didn't even know. He's used to the womanizing behaviors that broke Jasmine and I up.
"Whatever, dude. Have fun sweating your ass off. Zach, Rian, and I won't be," He said with a wide grin. Whatever. I'll find someone to hang with here. The Yellowcard guys are on this date, I think. They're always a good time. Alex grabbed his backpack and walked off the bus, letting in a rush of hot, dry air that smelled faintly of marijuana. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and sunglasses and followed him.
I started off, away from the bus and towards the main stage, where we will be playing in a few hours. Most of my friends would be there, probably with beer. I spotted our merch tent, which was overrun with fan girls, some hot. Some, of course, weren't. I decided it would be better to avoid the tent and anything within a mile radius. I like my clothes where they are. What is the best way around here? The mainstage was dead ahead, about a mile away. Our merch tent was roughly half that. To my left, a row of food carts and various booths that would probably suffice, but people would probably try and talk to me. To my right, rows of Port-A-Potties that would give me great cover up until the stand. Then, I would have to try and out run any fan girls. I decided to press my luck with the food row. I'm hungry anyway.
I made it to the mainstage with minimal human interaction, and managed to buy some food. Warped doesn't sell beer due to the large amounts of minors, but I was sure whichever band I met up with would have some. Hopefully, I can find Yellowcard. They like me. I saw their booth, so they were probably nearby. I jogged up to it and looked around. Sean and Ryan were chilling out behind a table.
"What's up, man?" Ryan asked as he handed me a beer from his cooler.
"Oh, not much. The others went to the river, but I thought I'd stay behind." I sat down in a patch of dry grass in the corner of the tent.
Ryan, Sean, and I continued to talk for an hour or so, drinking and laughing. I felt better than I had in a while. I was definitely buzzed though, and I really had to piss. There were Port-A-Potties behind the mainstage, so I said goodbye to the guys and headed off.
JUNE 25: ST. LOUIS, MO
"Dude, Jack, if you're coming with us to the river we need to go now," my best friend and band mate, Alex, said to me. We were in St. Louis, home of hot temperatures and even hotter girls who knew how to have a good time. I realized I was once again lost in my thoughts and Alex was staring at me, awaiting an answer.
"No, sorry man. I think I'll stay here and chill. Maybe scope out some ladies." Total lie. I'm still strung out over my ex, Jasmine. Alex, of course, probably didn't even know. He's used to the womanizing behaviors that broke Jasmine and I up.
"Whatever, dude. Have fun sweating your ass off. Zach, Rian, and I won't be," He said with a wide grin. Whatever. I'll find someone to hang with here. The Yellowcard guys are on this date, I think. They're always a good time. Alex grabbed his backpack and walked off the bus, letting in a rush of hot, dry air that smelled faintly of marijuana. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and sunglasses and followed him.
I started off, away from the bus and towards the main stage, where we will be playing in a few hours. Most of my friends would be there, probably with beer. I spotted our merch tent, which was overrun with fan girls, some hot. Some, of course, weren't. I decided it would be better to avoid the tent and anything within a mile radius. I like my clothes where they are. What is the best way around here? The mainstage was dead ahead, about a mile away. Our merch tent was roughly half that. To my left, a row of food carts and various booths that would probably suffice, but people would probably try and talk to me. To my right, rows of Port-A-Potties that would give me great cover up until the stand. Then, I would have to try and out run any fan girls. I decided to press my luck with the food row. I'm hungry anyway.
I made it to the mainstage with minimal human interaction, and managed to buy some food. Warped doesn't sell beer due to the large amounts of minors, but I was sure whichever band I met up with would have some. Hopefully, I can find Yellowcard. They like me. I saw their booth, so they were probably nearby. I jogged up to it and looked around. Sean and Ryan were chilling out behind a table.
"What's up, man?" Ryan asked as he handed me a beer from his cooler.
"Oh, not much. The others went to the river, but I thought I'd stay behind." I sat down in a patch of dry grass in the corner of the tent.
Ryan, Sean, and I continued to talk for an hour or so, drinking and laughing. I felt better than I had in a while. I was definitely buzzed though, and I really had to piss. There were Port-A-Potties behind the mainstage, so I said goodbye to the guys and headed off.
Jack throwing rocks at her window and yelling to her to come with him is like my favorite thing to ever happen in a fic. now i'm jealous because the plans i have for mine could never be so cute!
8/13/17