The Bando Rebellion
Fiona clutched at Eddie's arms, positioning herself so that the wall could hold her up. His lips touched down upon hers once more and she overloaded with happiness. Her hand snaked up to his hair, where her fingers tangled themselves in his dark, flaxen tresses. "Oh," she breathed.
"They're in there," whispered Trent. He ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it. "I'm positive."
"Did you get your hat yet?" asked Scarlett. He shook his head and with a sigh, she headed into the band room. "You know, I'm not your servant."
"You're a woman. It's the same thing," he kidded.
"You know, I'm feeling the sudden urge to shove a rifle up where the sun don't shine," she muttered, walking down the band hallway to practice.
Trent opened the door and grinned at the sight of Fiona and Eddie, kissing. He cleared his throat loudly and Eddie paused, turning to look at him. Fiona scowled. "You know, I'd like to shove a flute up where the sun don't shine." He grinned.
"I've been getting that a lot." Eddie looked at him and gave him a hug.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Well, you shouldn't be doing what you're doing in a practice room. That's disgusting. People change in there, man." Eddie laughed and smiled.
"Come on," Eddie began, leading him into the band room. "I'll set you up with the quads if you help me with the snare. We don't have the equipment truck again."
"Jesus. Not again. Where are we going this time?" His sigh was of disgust. He walked to his locker and quickly spun the dial to open it. He quirked an eyebrow up.
"What? You want me to call you 'Rico Suave' because you can open a lock? Dream on." Eddie rolled his eyes. "It's just a regular football game."
Trent's eyes gleamed and Eddie knew that a sardonic comment was right around the corner. "Ooh. Cheerleaders."
"God, you're such a dog."
"Hey, you comitted yourself. I'm not ready yet."
"You only have a fan club of about all the females in the band who want to shove something up where the sun don't shine," he let out a low whistle. "In-sane."
Scarlett called out. "You guys! They're doing inspection outside by the band gate. The busses are here. Here's your goddamn hat." She threw the bucket-shaped accessory at him and it hit the floor.
"What was that?" the band director inquired.
Scarlett smirked. "Just Trent and his clumsiness."
"Just get on the bus, Miss Strauss." As Trent and Eddie slowly headed towards the band room, the band director ushered them in. "You too, Mr. Sabraun. Mr. Gambit."
They headed onto the bus as the yellow vehicles groaned as gears slowly turned. They were on their way—headed for CBJ Stadium.