Hey everyone, a lot of people wanted me to write another story, so i got started! i hope this is alright :D
"John," I banged on the door, "open up I have to pee!"
John hesitated from behind the door, "you can't come in I'm naked."
"John we both know very well that I've seen you naked before," I huffed.
I stood outside the bathroom door of the apartment John and I shared. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my names Lacey Monroe, I'm 19, and the boy that's holding me up out of the bathroom that's John Gomez from The Summer Set, we kinda have a thing going on, well if you call two and half years of dating a thing.
Finally the lock clicked on the other side and I pushed the door open, "thank god!" I sighed and padded into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I looked up at John and froze, he was holding a tube of my…makeup?
"John," I stepped closer wrinkling my brow, "what are you doing buddy?"
"Covering up this," he pointed towards his neck and revealed a dark purple hickey.
I laughed under my breath while remembering the events of last night, it was Stephen's 21st birthday and he, John, and I all spilt a bottle of Jack Daniels to celebrate. It was a good thing our apartment was walking distance from John's old and now Stephen's house, because there was no way either of us were able to drive last night. Once we got back to the apartment John and I were still feeling good, and decided it'd be fun to mess around in the hot tub. Only problem, John hated hickeys and especially getting them before band practice, he thought they made him look skanky. Well if he was a skank, I was his skankette.
"Oh Johnny," I giggled and walked over to him. Taking the makeup out of his hand I dabbed a little in my palm and rubbed it over the purple mess on his neck.
"There," I smiled once it was completely covered, "wouldn't even know it was there."
John examined the spot in the mirror, "wow," he gawked, "how did you know how to do that?"
"Well," I rolled my eyes, "when we first started dating, back when we were what, 16? That was before you thought hickeys weren't so cool, so I'd have to learn how to hide mine from my parents for a while."
John laughed, "right right," he slipped on his favorite pair of white lens less glasses and tossed his hair around.
"What time do we have to be at Brians?" he asked finally settling on an acceptable hair flip.
"12:30," I replied, "so go get dressed bum." I kissed his cheek and slapped his butt as he walked out the door. I quickly peed and ran my hand under the sink, looking up I locked eyes with my reflection. The golf flecks in my hazel eyes glittered in the fluorescent light, I blinked a few times and watched as my still mascared lashes stuck together. My auburn hair fell over my shoulders in layers, and my nose piercing was flipped funny. I fixed the small hoop and reached for my toothbrush, today was going to be a long day.
* * *
"Lacey and John are here!" Jess called to the group as we walked through Brian's front door. Jess walked over and we did our secret handshake, we'd been friends since before I'd even met John, I loved her to death. Following the sound of tuning guitars John and I finally joined everyone in the basement. Stephen sat on a stool and sucked at a can of coke, Brian and his girlfriend Kelsey sat on the couch as she double checked her camera; she was the band photographer. Josh shoved a handful of cheetos in his mouth and wiped his hands on his jeans, Jess bounded down the stairs behind us and clicked off the phone,
"Alright," she hung the phone up on the wall, "pizza's all ordered."
"Sweet," Brian hopped up off the couch and grabbed a microphone, "let's get at least one song in before the food get's here."
John laid down his guitar case as I took a seat next to Kelsey on the couch. She was a pretty girl, long blonde hair, deep cerulean eyes and cute pinkish-purple cat's-eye glasses. Before the band I didn't really talk to her much because we hung out with different people, but once she started dating Brian we got pretty close.
"This one's called Cross Your Fingers," Brian announced into the mic."
"Brian," I laughed, "this is band practice. Kelsey and I already know all your songs."
"I know," Brian stuck his tongue out at me, "we have a show in a few weeks and I want to get the introduction done."
"You're a dork," I teased.
"He might be a dork," Kelsey mumbled to me, "but he's my dork."
John adjusted his mic and cleared his throat into it, "this one is dedicated," John coughed, I expected he was going to be sweet and dedicate it to me, but instead, "to all the pimps, hoes, and capybara's out there."
Everyone laughed but Brian who rolled his eyes in frustration, maybe he was just having a bad day, "anyway," he began, "this is Cross Your Fingers, hope you enjoy."
John began playing and soon everyone joined in, this was my favorite song.
"Stay up around the clock
Until you get your fix, you get your thrill
Oh, I'm gonna keep you hear all night
If you're ready for this
I'm gonna give give, everything I've got
Keep up, keep it down
I'm gonna give give everything I've got
Keep it down
Forget the night life
Oh you're my favorite thing about this town
So come with me, I'll take you home
And you can stay the night
If you cross your fingers
You've got a heavy heart
I'm sure
You've got me where you want me
You're running circles in my head
Are you restless? Are you ruthless?
Are you ready for this, are you ready?
Stay up around the clock
Keep up, keep it down
Stay up around the clock
Are you ready, are you ready for this?
Forget the night life
(are you ready for this?)
You're my favorite thing
my favorite thing
you've got me where you want me
you've got me oh…"
Jess crashed the song out and Kelsey and I stood up clapping, "amazing guys!" I gushed. Brian smiled and John blew me a kiss, I caught and threw it on the ground. John gasped and clutched his "hurt heart," smiling I bent down and cradled the "kiss" in my hands and tucked in my pocket.
"Phew," John wiped his forehead, "you scared me there."
"Alright," Brian announced, "this one's called Punch-Drunk Love."
"Yes!" John pumped his fist in the air, "finally!"
"What are you so excited about?" Brian asked before taking a sip of water.
"That we're finally doing this song," John explained, "I finally get to sing the bridge."
"I'm singing the bridge," Brian replied, "we already decided this."
"We didn't decide anything," John placed his guitar on the ground, "I thought I was singing the bridge.
"Uhm John, I do the singing in this band, remember?" Brian rolled his eyes.
"Reality check," John boomed standing up, "I wrote the song for my girlfriend, and all I'm asking is to sing the bridge, not the whole thing."
"I'm singing the song John, it's over," Brian grabbed the mic and faced "the audience."
I could see in John's face he was extremely angry but being the John he was he grabbed his guitar and waited for Jess to count off. Brian began singing and John cursed under his breath, I felt bad, John was an amazing singer, and he should be able to sing his own song.
Brian reached the bridge and sang it obnoxiously loudly, fed up John unplugged his guitar and stormed out of the basement. Everyone fell silent, I followed him up the stairs and found him in the kitchen.
"John," I rubbed his back, "you alright?"
Turning around he slid his arms around my waist, "I'm fine, just pissed."
"I don't know why Brian's acting like that babe but I promise you, you'll get your chance to shine," I lightly kissed him.
"It's just, I wrote that damn song, and I can't even sing it," John went back to ranting.
"Hey you," I looked up at my smiling with my eyes, "you are my rockstar, and always have been. Don't let one song, one day break you, you're gonna shine one day, I promise."
John sighed and kissed my forehead, soon a knock came upon the door,
"Pizza's here," I broke away from his hold, "I'll stall the guy, you go get the money."
John bounded downstairs and I pulled open the door, a gawking teenage boy stood holding a cloth case containing the pizza.
"Lacey?" he smiled.
"Erm hi," I tried to recognize his face.
"Oh you don't know me," he chucked, "I'm just a fan of The Summer Set and I know you're dating John."
"Oh right," I shook my head, this was creepy, "uhm the money should be up soon."
"Cool cool," the boy replied, "this is so cool."
I tried to laugh and then I heard footsteps behind me and silently thanked John for breaking the awkwardness,
"Hey babe," I smiled once John reached the door, "this is..." I motioned towards the pizza boy.
"Greg," he smiled.
"This is a Greg," I explained, "he's uh, he's a big fan of you guys."
John snorted and handed Greg the money, "you mean he's a fan of those guys in the basement," he replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I mean I'm not in the band anymore," John smiled and placed the pizza on the table, "I quit."
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