A/N: ...This fic sucks. I'm so sorry. xD

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"Surrender" by Cheap Trick.

"Mother told me, yes she told me, I'd meet girls like you"

Thad spat the words into his mike with less than enthusiasm, a hard frown stuck to his face. Bubblegum pop shit, bubblegum pop shit. It was the very last thing he ever wanted to play. But it was what their employer wanted, and what Stan promised. Stan liked the stuff because it was so easy. And because he was a faggot asshole. Thad grumbled under his breath and tried to focus just on his fingering.

"Mommy's all right, Daddy's all right. They just seem a little weird"

He couldn't do it. It was just so ANNOYING! He sighed and shot Stan a 'you're-screwed-when-we-get-offstage' sort of glare. Marsh was scrawny, he didn't half to take that kind of shit from him! Scrawny by weight, anyway. Stan had almost a foot on Thad, but he weighed hardly anything.
But he didn't want to beat up Stan. He wasn't That angry. Just play the damn notes and sing the melody. Play the notes, sing the melody. Thad closed his eyes and sighed again, trying to clear his head. It was just a song.

"Surrender, surrender! But don't give yourself away"

The lyrics didn't make any sense. Stupid bubblegum pop shit. They were about some kid... maybe... whose mom was whore and told him his girlfriend would give him HIV. And... his dad said she wasn't really a whore, and then the guy walked in on them hitting it off. Kind of funny, in a weird kind of way. Thanks-for-defending-my-dignity-from-my-kid sex? Thad had to chuckle at that. He caught himself right away, and didn't think the mike picked it up, but Stan still turnedl to glare at him.
He blushed a little (and really hated that he did), and turned away. As ticked as he was at Stan, he didn't want the guy mad at him. He was a hothead, and Stan got that. But Stan didn't get mad ever, so when he did...

"Father says 'Your mother's right, she's really up on things'"

Thad grumbled and looked back apologetically at Stan, but he wasn't paying attention, so Thad was just left to his dissatisfactions. The bar was too small, the people didn't really like them, they were covering probably the worst song ever, the employer had no taste in music, they were so much better than a dead-end bar... He smiled, though, when they reached the final strain of "We're all alright, we're all alright (and on and on)." He wasn't really mad at Stan, just the song. Just the fact that it was his band, and they were both using his guitars, but he wasn't the one picking the gigs. Stan really handled the cash better, they all knew it. He was just pissy.

"Surrender, surrender! But don't give yourself away, away, away!"

The last part of the song wasn't bad, at least. He got so caught up in it that he propped his foot up on Stan's back to really shred the solo (and add way more notes than the song was supposed to have). It sounded great, so he didn't get why Stan was glaring at him again. Rebuked, Thad put his foot back down and finished the bit just looking apologetic. He never wanted Stan mad at him, really, but the boy was as easy to get fired up as his sister (thankfully HE didn't throw furniture, though). Thad's stomach lurched with the final note. He couldn't help himself - he reached up, grabbed Stan by his collar and yanked him down into a kiss right in front of the whole audience.

Stan was caught totally off guard. He'd always taken Thad for a 'lights-off' kind of guy. Thad wouldn't even admit it to himself, but to a whole crowd? Still, he definitely wasn't complaining. Someone booed, but it was drowned out by a couple of screaming, giggling teenage girls right in the front. Over-zealous religion and raging hormones. They didn't get it.
Stan started to feel a little silly melting in the arms of someone so much shorter than him. He normally didn't mind, but they were in front of people...He grabbed Thad by the shoulders and pulled him up onto his toes. The shorter boy suddenly jerked away and gave Stan a really odd sort of look. Stan dropped him, and immediately blushed apple red.
He turned slowly back to the audience and laughed into the mike. The girls laughed with him but most of the people just clapped dully. He gave a rushed closure before he hopped off the little stage and, to Thad's horror, walked right out of the bar. Thad was left on stage, and he smiled weakly at all the faces, most of them still looking where Stan had fled.
Kyle reached over and whacked him in the hip with a drumstick, and Thad was so startled he yelped. He turned around and scratched his head a little, picked up the biggest of the drums he could see, and scurried out after Stan, leaving a glowering, grumbling Kyle to pick up the rest of the set and brood over his best friend making out with a dipshit metalhead in front of the audience.