I'll Paint You Wings.
Drinks.
JACK
My heart was racing as I walked back into our dressing room. I had just invited Kay to drink with us. I can't really explain it. I had just met her earlier, but it was like I had known her forever. Yet, I don't. Ever since I saw her scars, I had been yearning to learn her story. To learn every scar. To learn where they came from.
"Dude, you're spacing again." Alex said, snapping me out of my head.
"Oh. Sorry." I said. I really need to stop drifting away like that. People are going to think I'm always stoned, or something. "I invited Kay to meet us at The Pageant. I hope that's okay with you guys."
Flyzik and most of the crew just nodded, but Alex and the rest of the guys, including Vinny let out whoops and thrust in my general direction. I felt my face blush, but I prayed that it was too dim to see. Nobody seemed to notice.
"Shut up." I muttered. "It's not that big of a deal. Really." Nice damage control, Barakat. Really. They don't suspect a thing.
"Yeah, sure it's not," Alex said, with a chuckle and another thrust.
Asshole.
"Whatever. You guys suck." I walked out of the dressing room and decided to walk back to the bus.
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KAY
I got into my car, and the reality of my situation hit me. I met Jack Barakat. I gave him my number. I have his number. We're meeting for drinks. I'm going to get wasted with my favorite band. Holy shit. I have to admit, I fangirl squealed. I hate fangirl squeals. I t turned on the car and checked the clock. 6:20. I had fourty minutes to get to The Pageant. I really wanted to change. Why did I wear my swimsuit? I want a real bra. Wait a second! I turned around to look in the backseat. Sitting on the floor was a bag of stuff I had moved from Sean's apartment the other day. I grabbed it and began to rifle through it. Jeans. Bra. Belt. Real underwear. I'll stay with Jack's shirt. Guess I'm changing at QT. I started the car and drove away.
I walked into The Pageant. Try to visualize a the infield of a baseball field. Home plate is the door. Down the first baseline are several tables, as well as bathrooms. There is a stage along the dirt arch and half of the second and third baseline is the pit. The fourth baseline is the bar, along with alot of tables. There is also a second floor with more tables and a second bar. I looked over to the bar and saw Jack, and an involuntary smile creeped across my face and I felt a blush come to the surface. He looked over and made eye contact. I waved, slightly awkwardly as I walked towards him.
"Hey, you came!"
"Of course I came!" I said with a grin.
"That's what she said!" An already drunk Alex yelled over to us.
"Don't acknowledge it. It'll only encourage him." Jack said with an incredibly sexy half-smile. I giggled.
"So what are you having?" He asked after we found two seats at the bar.
"Oh, whatever you are. I don't really care." I said.
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"I'll have you know, Alex," Jack slurred, "I am the sexiest in the band."
This argument had been going on forever.
"No you're not, dude. My hair is about fifty-billion times better than yours."
"Nu-uh! It's pink and fluffy and gay. Homo." Jack hiccuped.
"You're gay!" Alex yelled.
We were back in the tour bus, and they were driving me home. One of the sober crew members were driving my car because, apparently, I wasn't "well enough" to drive. Bullshit.
"Guys!" I yelled over them. "You're both sexy homos!" I giggled.
"Nobody asked you, Kay." Jack said, stumbling over his words.
We pulled into my apartment's parking garage and said goodbye to Alex.
"I'll walk you up" Jack said, taking my hand.
We got off the bus, went inside the building, and rode the elevator to my floor. Once we got to my door, I turned to face him.
"We don't have to leave until tomorrow night. You wanna hang out with us again?" He asked.
"Sure." I said with a smile. "I had so much fun tonight." Jack let go of my hand.
"Me too, Kay" He said. "Goodnight" He turned to walk away.
"Jack, wait. Thank you. For everything today."
He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. My cheeks burned and my hear thumped.
"Goodnight, Kay." He said as he walked away.
My heart was racing as I walked back into our dressing room. I had just invited Kay to drink with us. I can't really explain it. I had just met her earlier, but it was like I had known her forever. Yet, I don't. Ever since I saw her scars, I had been yearning to learn her story. To learn every scar. To learn where they came from.
"Dude, you're spacing again." Alex said, snapping me out of my head.
"Oh. Sorry." I said. I really need to stop drifting away like that. People are going to think I'm always stoned, or something. "I invited Kay to meet us at The Pageant. I hope that's okay with you guys."
Flyzik and most of the crew just nodded, but Alex and the rest of the guys, including Vinny let out whoops and thrust in my general direction. I felt my face blush, but I prayed that it was too dim to see. Nobody seemed to notice.
"Shut up." I muttered. "It's not that big of a deal. Really." Nice damage control, Barakat. Really. They don't suspect a thing.
"Yeah, sure it's not," Alex said, with a chuckle and another thrust.
Asshole.
"Whatever. You guys suck." I walked out of the dressing room and decided to walk back to the bus.
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KAY
I got into my car, and the reality of my situation hit me. I met Jack Barakat. I gave him my number. I have his number. We're meeting for drinks. I'm going to get wasted with my favorite band. Holy shit. I have to admit, I fangirl squealed. I hate fangirl squeals. I t turned on the car and checked the clock. 6:20. I had fourty minutes to get to The Pageant. I really wanted to change. Why did I wear my swimsuit? I want a real bra. Wait a second! I turned around to look in the backseat. Sitting on the floor was a bag of stuff I had moved from Sean's apartment the other day. I grabbed it and began to rifle through it. Jeans. Bra. Belt. Real underwear. I'll stay with Jack's shirt. Guess I'm changing at QT. I started the car and drove away.
I walked into The Pageant. Try to visualize a the infield of a baseball field. Home plate is the door. Down the first baseline are several tables, as well as bathrooms. There is a stage along the dirt arch and half of the second and third baseline is the pit. The fourth baseline is the bar, along with alot of tables. There is also a second floor with more tables and a second bar. I looked over to the bar and saw Jack, and an involuntary smile creeped across my face and I felt a blush come to the surface. He looked over and made eye contact. I waved, slightly awkwardly as I walked towards him.
"Hey, you came!"
"Of course I came!" I said with a grin.
"That's what she said!" An already drunk Alex yelled over to us.
"Don't acknowledge it. It'll only encourage him." Jack said with an incredibly sexy half-smile. I giggled.
"So what are you having?" He asked after we found two seats at the bar.
"Oh, whatever you are. I don't really care." I said.
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"I'll have you know, Alex," Jack slurred, "I am the sexiest in the band."
This argument had been going on forever.
"No you're not, dude. My hair is about fifty-billion times better than yours."
"Nu-uh! It's pink and fluffy and gay. Homo." Jack hiccuped.
"You're gay!" Alex yelled.
We were back in the tour bus, and they were driving me home. One of the sober crew members were driving my car because, apparently, I wasn't "well enough" to drive. Bullshit.
"Guys!" I yelled over them. "You're both sexy homos!" I giggled.
"Nobody asked you, Kay." Jack said, stumbling over his words.
We pulled into my apartment's parking garage and said goodbye to Alex.
"I'll walk you up" Jack said, taking my hand.
We got off the bus, went inside the building, and rode the elevator to my floor. Once we got to my door, I turned to face him.
"We don't have to leave until tomorrow night. You wanna hang out with us again?" He asked.
"Sure." I said with a smile. "I had so much fun tonight." Jack let go of my hand.
"Me too, Kay" He said. "Goodnight" He turned to walk away.
"Jack, wait. Thank you. For everything today."
He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. My cheeks burned and my hear thumped.
"Goodnight, Kay." He said as he walked away.
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