A/N: I don't really have much to say about this one...P
Disclaimer: I don't own any products I mention. Or the bands. I own nothing.
And now, he walks in. Perfection. Tall, shaggy brown hair, The Academy Is…T-shirt, perfectly fitting jeans. And he's mine. My boyfriend.
No, he's not really my boyfriend. But I wish he were. Actually, every girl in the band wishes he were her boyfriend. He plays drums, the coolest instrument for a guy to play in band. He's not just one of those drummer guys though. He's good. He takes band seriously, unlike the other guy drummers hoping to be dubbed awesome by slacking in band.
"Hey, Darcy," he said. I play tenor saxophone, so I sit near the drums in band.
"Hey, Brodie," I replied. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention he's my best friend. As in, he tells about his girl problems and I listen and help him out. Sometimes 'just friends' just doesn't cut it.
"Hey, Darcy, I was wondering…do you think you could come over after school? I feel like we haven't really talked in a long time," he said. He had that perfect crooked smile every girl dreamed about.
"Definitely. How could I say no to you, babe?" I said. We used names like 'babe' and 'honey' all the time. To someone that didn't know us, they'd definitely think we were dating.
"Thanks, sugar," he said and kissed my cheek. He. Kissed. My. Cheek. Oh. My. Gawsh.
"Okay, enough of that, Brodie and Darcy. It's time for scales. B flat. Sixteenth notes. One, two, ready, play."
"Do you kids need anything?" Brodie's mother asked us. We were sitting in his living room, watching reruns of Grounded for Life.
"No, Mom," Brodie said. His mom looked nothing like him, except the piercing blue eyes.
We watched the rest of the episode, and then Brodie turned the TV off.
"Come on, Darcy. We should practice for the football game this Friday," he said. He picked up my sax case and carried it into his room. I followed.
His room was a little bigger than mine, but much less cluttered. His drum kit sat in the corner. I loved that drum kit because Brodie Nelson made it look sexy.
He sat on the stool with the drums and got his sticks out of his AC/DC drumstick holder. He didn't bring his snare drum home from school because, like all drum kits, his included a snare drum.
I put together my saxophone in silence. I didn't see any point in talking. As soon as I shut the case, I noticed the Fall Out Boy sticker on the case was peeling.
Note to self: glue sticker back down.
While I was setting up my music stand, Brodie set the metronome to the tempo of "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones, one of the songs in the medley of songs Mr. Branch put together for our field show.
"Ready?" he asked as I sat down on his bed. I was. I nodded. He counted off by tapping his stick on a cymbal. One, two, one, two, three, four.
After we cut off, Brodie grinned at me.
"You so deserve first chair," he commented. I couldn't help but smile.
"I might just get it for concert season," I said. The girl that was first for football season was going to quit before concert season because she was a senior and had no interest in college bands.
Then my cell phone rang. Hannah, the screen read just before I flipped it open.
"Talk to me, Hannah," I said jokingly.
"I will! Haha, anyway, back to business," This was Hannah's way of saying she had something important to tell me, "I'm going on a date with Tyler tonight. The only problem is, he invited Jake Sheldon to come along, since Jake is down since he and his girlfriend broke up. Tyler and I were wondering if you would want to come along as Jake's date. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to date a varsity football player, Darcy. Take it or leave it." She huffed at the end of her rushed statement, obviously out of breath. Things like this excited Hannah. Everything excited Hannah.
I glanced at Brodie, who was resetting the metronome. It didn't look like he was going to ask me out any time soon, so why not? I might even like Jake. Even though he's hardly my type, it's possible.
"I'll take it. Pick me up?" I asked.
"Duh! Ty's driving," Hannah said.
"Okay. I'll expect you around 6:30?" I said. Brodie was marking his sheet music.
"Done," she said and hung up. I flipped my phone shut. Brodie looked at me, obviously wanting to be filled in on the phone conversation.
"I'll have to be out of here by around 5. I have a date," I explained. His face went pale.
"With who?" he inquired.
I hesitated, then said, "Jake Sheldon." Brodie doesn't like the athletic types. He says all jocks and cheerleaders are overrated.
"Oh. Hope you have fun," he said.
"Hey, we're not through practicing yet! Count us off, babe," I said, hoping to bring him back to the great mood he was in. He tapped the cymbal like I asked him to, but with less energy than I had hoped. What's wrong with him? I wondered.
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