It was Friday. School had just ended and the pair were heading to Sean's. They'd been hanging out all week, and, well- they were honestly becoming pretty close. Mark was kind of.. well, kind of a dork. He didn't hang out with anyone other than a few of the band and choir kids, since he was pretty good at both. Mark had been chattering on about football season and how cold it got in the marching band stands during this time of the year- but their last game was last week. "Dude, you have no idea- imagine holding a cold-ass metal trumpet to your lips in 20 degree weather! It gets cold!" He gave a laugh- that little giggle he does. It always made Sean crack a smile because his laughs were so contagious- so contagious, and it made his cheeks heat up and his heart flutter in his chest every single time without fail. He didn't know why- he didn't usually feel like this around people, but.. maybe it's because he looked up to Mark so much. He was so talented- the way he sung, played his instruments, spoke so confidently and stood so tall- he just, seemed so strong, and confident. Sean was- well, Sean was sort of the opposite. He was weak, quiet.. and, well, he really was only good at playing the drums. Sure, he was loud and excitable sometimes, but- only around Mark. Mark was truly his only friend at this point, and he was so happy to have someone like Mark with him.
When they'd got back to Sean's apartment Mark was still going on about band, whereas Sean was quickly shutting the door and rubbing his hands together for heat. Mark gave a slight chuckle at this. "Aww, what's the matter? Ya cold?" Sean squinted at the taunt, but answered truthfully nonetheless. "I'm fuckin' freezin', man! Ya never told me how cold it gets 'ere!" He wrapped his jacket tight around his torso, plopping down onto the loveseat in the middle of the rather-empty apartment. Mark took this as an invitation to plop right next to him, looking around. "Jeez. It's pretty empty in here, dude- why don't you decorate or something?" Mark looked over to Sean, raising his eyebrows. Sean gave a meek shrug. "I'm too lazy." He retorted. Mark shrugged back. "Seems about right." Sean gave a little laugh, elbowing the other in his side. Mark just stuck his tongue out. He stood back up, snooping around the different rooms in his apartment. There was an audible gasp- then a CRASH of a cymbal. Sean jumped up at the sound, heading into his room- where Mark was standing, drumsticks in hands, staring in awe. Sean just laughed, putting his hands on his hips. "I see y'found me drumkit, huh-..?" Mark looked over to Sean. "Aw, dude, I almost forgot you played- this is sick! You have to play for me, seriously." Mark pushed the drumsticks in Sean's direction, earning a small laugh. "I dunno, man- I'm not really that great." Mark put a finger to Sean's lips, then pointing- rather violently -at the drum kit. Sean just snorted and sat down. "Alright, alright, pushy." Sean huffed, getting himself situated behind the drums. Mark sat at the edge of Sean's bed, waiting. Sean was a little nervous at first but- once he started playing he got really into it and was playing rhythms and patterns and- he was pretty much a natural. After a while he'd forgotten Mark was watching. He stopped when that thought came back to his mind, flushing a light pink. Mark just grinned. "I don't know man, I'm really not great." Mark mocked his words from before, in a high-pitched (and rather stereotypical) irish accent. Sean just laughed and shook his head. "I don't sound like that, ya jerk!"
Eventually, the two had ended up situating themselves on Sean's bed, just- talking. Sean paused for a few moments, looking at Mark. Mark looked back to Sean. "..what?" he murmured, earning a little hum and shrug of the shoulders from Sean. "No, what- ?" He repeated, sitting up a bit to look at Sean. Sean sat up, too. "It's kinda stupid, forget it." Sean replied, earning a grunt from Mark. "Come onnn. Half of the things that come out of your mouth are kinda stupid- just tell me, man!" Mark was literally whining. Sean gasped in mock-offense, giving a little laugh after. "I dunno, was just thinkin'.. what if we started a band?" Sean looked Mark in the eyes when he asked the question, earning a little grin from Mark. "That's not stupid!" He replied, sitting up all the way. Sean was sitting up now, too, raising his eyebrows. "Really now?" He retorted, giving a little laugh at Mark. Mark nodded his head. "Yeah, dude! I can sing, you're amazing at drums- we just need a guitarist and a bass player, and I know all of the people in band and choir- we could totally do this, dude! Come on, let's do it!" Mark was practically jumping as he spoke, making Sean smile. "..alright. Alright, let's do it. If we can get people t'actually join this band- what would we call it?"
They spend all night scribbling down names. Eventually, they turned to the internet, and- they found something that seemed really interesting. Scribbling and revisions and- they found their name. Their name was 'Under Abrasion.' There's really no meaning behind it- they thought it sounded badass. They stayed up until 5 am writing lyrics and just- trying to come up with song titles to work off of. They were having so much fun, they didn't realize how long they were up. They ended up passing out on Sean's bed, notebooks and pens scattered on the floor and lanky limbs tangled together for warmth- honestly, it was great.