Before I get this little project of mine going, there's a few things I'd like to point out: 1)This story is not beta'd. 2) I am not Stephenie Meyers and do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. The storyline, however, is entirely mine. 3) English is not my first language and I am not a professional writer. I'm just your average fanfic reader looking to experience what it's like to write her own story instead of just reading other people's.
Having said that, I'm gonna start out with a short intro just to get the hang of things, but fully intend to increase the length of the chapters as the story progresses. I appreciate you guys taking the time to read and comment, so thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Meeting him
Shit. The guys are going to kill me.
I make my way through the dark and strangely empty streets of London as fast as I can, given I'm completely fucking lost. I'm supposed to be on stage in a little over an hour, and right now I have no idea how to even get to the club where me and the band are scheduled to play tonight. Some hole in the wall called "The Attic". Sigh. Yeah, we're doing grrrreat.
My band, The Strangers, was signed by a well-known label a couple of months back. We were over the moon, thinking we were making it big, living our dreams. Well, turns out there's more than a few road blocks between getting signed and playing Madison Square Garden. We were off to a slow start.
There's five of us: Yours truly, the ever optimistic vocalist. Leah, our bassist, with her badass looks and attitude (wich are really misleading actually, 'cause the honest truth is she's a total sweetheart). Leah's brother Seth, our awesome guitarist and self-appointed "band clown". Riley, lead guitarist and band heart-throb, who's man-pretty face has won us more than a few female followers. And, lastly, Demitri. Drummer, Ninja, total psycho, crazy motherfucker…take your pick, he's all of the above. And we love him for it.
I look around, searching for a single soul to point me in the right direction but all I see are street lights and parked cars. Double shit. I'm so screwed. I stop underneath one of the streetlights and lean against the pole, unsure If should keep going or just go ahead and scream my head off, when all of a sudden I see the most wondrous thing…Another human being! The shadowy figure makes its way slowly up the opposite sidewalk, head bent, hands tucked inside its pocket. Having no instinct of self-preservation, of course my immediate reaction is to call its attention.
"Hey!"
Shadowy figure stops.
"I'm lost."
Yeah, just randomly throw that in there. Have I mentioned I have the social skills of a fucking rock? Shadowy figure must think I'm crazy by now.
"I know that's not your fucking problem or anything, but maybe you could point me in the right direction?"
Shadowy figure takes a step closer and raises its head. His head. It's a guy. It's a fucking gorgeous piece of man meat. Well, fuck me sideways…
"Where are you headed?" gorgeous man asks, running his hand through what I now realize is the most perfect head of red-ish hair I have ever encountered. He seems a bit shy. Or maybe just scared of the crazy lady screaming at him from across the street.
" The Attic. It's a club. You know where it is?" I ask.
Gorgeous man flashes a gorgeous smile. "Yeah. I'm actually headed there. If you'd like, I can walk with you?" He says that last part in a nervous half-statement, half-question kind of way and then frowns at the floor, running his gorgeous hand through his gorgeous hair again. I know, I'm saying gorgeous a lot, but in his case it could never be overstated.
I smile at him like I just won the fucking lottery. "Yeah. I'd like that."