I'm baaaaaaaack! Here's today's update for now, the rest are on my phone. :D bye!
"Awww, shut up," I laughed. He started the car, and we drove off.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Don't you have band practice today, baby?" I replied, answering his question with another question, as always.
"Oh, shit, I forgot, I'm sorry sweetheart," he sighed.
"No, that's alright," I answered. "Can I come?"
His chocolate brown eyes lit up in delight.
"Sure thing, baby!" he cheered happily. "Practice is at Brendon's today, though. That okay?"
"What makes you think I have a problem with Brendon?" I giggled hysterically.
"I don't want either of you to get physically hurt again, like last time," he sighed again dramatically.
I stared at him quizzically and responded,"The neighbors were ASKING for it. It's not my fault he fell through that window with me!"
He laughed. "Yeah, and it's not your fault you pushed Nick down three flights of stairs!"
"Of course not! He practically begged for it!" I retorted.
He looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes as we pulled up to Brendon's driveway. "I love you."
I blushed happily. Ryan wasn't so open to love- living with only his alcoholic ex-Marine father did that to him.
"I love you more," I replied.
BOOM. Something hit the hood of the car. I looked up. Brendon. Obviously.
"Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat, oh, no no, you know it will always just be me!" Brendon sang, cackling hysterically.
I got out of the car. "Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!" I sang along.
"So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?" Ryan concluded.
Spencer ran out of the garage. "Astrid!"
"Spencer!" I screamed happily.
Brendon collapsed to the ground in a heap. "Girl, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of!"
I laughed at Brendon's ADHD attack. "Get in the damn garage, Brendon, it's time for practice," complained Ryan.
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a knot," he replied.
"More like his Speedos," I interjected.
Ryan rolled his eyes and picked me up. I squirmed in agony. "Help! Rapist!"
Brendon gave a high-pitched laugh and tackled Ryan into the front lawn. Spencer chuckled and jump-dived us all.
"SHIT!" I yelled. "Can't-breathe-for-God's-sake!"
"Ooops!" yelled Spencer, and got off.
"Sorry!" yelled Brendon.
The front door opened. Brendon's mom peeked out.
"Hi, Mrs. Urie!" I called.
"Hello Astrid!" she called back. "Brendon! Brent called and said he can't make it to practice!"
"M'kay Mom! Thanks!" he yelled. "What a douche bag."
"Who, your mom?" Spence asked incredulously.
"No, you idiot! Brent!" I cackled.
"Oh... Okay!" he ran back inside the garage.
"Sooo... what now?" asked Brendon. "Cancel practice?"
"No, we've already canceled twice this week," Ryan answered.
I looked at the two.
"I'll... I'll play bass for you," I mumbled shyly.
They looked at me.
"SHE'S A KEEPER!" Spencer yelled from his seat behind the drums.
I laughed. "Gee, thanks," I said, and opened the trunk of Ryan's car. I pulled out my custom Fender navy blue bass. "Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, meet KJ."
"KJ?" Brendon asked.
"Short for Killjoy," I replied, smiling.
"Hell yes!" Brendon screamed, running into the garage and laughing maniacally.
I picked my bass up and played some Blink-182.
Spencer's eyes widened.
Brendon's jaw hit the floor.
Ryan... just stared.
"What?" I asked.
"Astrid, ever heard of Pet Salamander?" Brendon asked.
Ryan and Spence exchanged worried glances.
Brendon cackled.
This was going to be interesting.
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