Luna Franklin. Come one, come all. Look at the eighth wonder of the world. Sitting on her green carpeted apartment floor, with the company of her band mates and packets galore of doritos. Spilt dip decorates the floor, Luan's socks soaked in margarita pizza, and "Mud Derby"'s host fading commentary voice shouting out "..WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?"
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Grunting at the low noise of the TV, Lana's hand emerges from the mountain of crisp packets and slowly, yet menacingly, retrieves the remote, fumbling for the right button.
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When achieving this accomplishment, she attempts to place the TV remote back on the small coffee table, her hand bashing into the table in the process – making her release a whine of pain.
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Deciding to leave the now-abandoned TV remote on the surprisingly muggy floor, her hand retracing its steps, back into the deep mysterious place that is known as the Lana's mountain of random shit.
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Chaz's mouth munches on the stale out-of-date doritos, his eye lids fluttering at the slowest speed rate as possible when he blinks, never leaving the TV screen in a tiring long trance. His phone vibrates a few times, before stopping – adding to his long list of voice messages and unread text messages.
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Luan groans, lifting her head up from her spot on Luna's lap, the girl said in question shifting uncomfortably, her eye lids cracking open ever so slightly, a frown settling on her lips. Sending her an apologetic pout in return, Luan abruptly flings her arms out, knocking Lincoln in the nose in the process; the boy pauses his game boy and glares at the woman for interrupting his Tekken game.
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His attention doesn't last long on Luan though, as his eyes are already trailing back to his video console, sinking deeper into the blankets that he brought from his house, making him look like a big pile of covers, merged with a dead nineteen year old boy.
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Pushing herself weakly up from Luna's old sofa, creating a creaky noise (which none of them seemed to mine at this point), she puts a foot on the ground...
… only for her to fall over the small coffee table, a loud bang of the plastic bowl hitting the floor is heard, followed by the "Shhh" sound of the crisps pouring out of said bowl.
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Silence.
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"Well, I guess you could say fall-off surprises!"
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A sigh, a groan, a slap hitting their face and a stone-hard glare.
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"Get it?"
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This evening was meant to be a jam night in the band's shared apartment in their small sound-proofed studio (that the lovely label 'Crashing Sounds' provided for them). But it turned out differently. When Chaz didn't arrive on the agreed time for all the band members, Luna whipped out her iPhone and started ringing him, making sure to send lovely voice mails with new made-up swear words.
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Curtsey of all the band mates.
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But when Luna was about to send the others home, Chaz phoned her back (Luna even almost rejected the call because she kept fumbling with it) and he revealed in a tear heart broken voice, that he had finally confessed to his crush, a cute blonde that always appreciated his fashion sense and sometimes even took it out of her busy schedule to have lunch with him.
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It seemed all good for Chaz, but he knew it was a mistake to listen to his friend's advice about asking her out too soon. He should of listened to his gut feeling – otherwise he wouldn't be feeling like a knife was just lodged into his back, slowly tearing into his back.
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Since Luna and Luan normally were the ones who teased him about his small crush, they partially felt responsible. As the band leader, Luna decided it was best to make the decision to phone as many pizza shops she knew of, to crack open the many crisp packets she owed and her supply of Ben N Jerry's Ice Cream.
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Which leads us up to this point in time – where Luan has noticed the pin n needles in her legs, allowing her to fall over the spruce table and to share another wonderful joke with them all.
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Cleaning up the pig stile of an apartment was the most difficult task for the Loud Creed band, but in due time – it was clean.
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Lana bits her lip, casting a glance other to Chaz, who seems to be putting away the left over Ben N Jerry's Ice Cream tubs in the freezer, and then to the others. "Do you guys wanna' jam?" She suggests, cleaning the greasy cheesy remote. Hoping she didn't affect their bass player in any way.
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Lincoln nervously smiles, his hand scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Before he can stutter out a reply, the teddy-bear of a man speaks up, a taped together (yet still broken) smile on his face. His eyes puffy and red from crying so much, a sad glint hidden in them.
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"I'm up for it." Chaz states simply, his hand reaching into his back pocket in his blue jeans, retrieving his worn out Samsung phone – sending a few small messages to love ones.
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Both Lana and Lincoln look over to their two guitarists. Luna and Luan stare at each other, as if they hold a special telekinesis bond. After reaching a decision, they tear their eyes from each other with small smiles.
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"Let's jam then Mates!" Luna almost shouts in a mock British accent, jogging over to the sound-proof studio – already grabbing her guitar.
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Today was not a good day for the Loud Creed – but that won't stop them from playing what they love. And it certainly won't stop them from trying to heal a certain bass player's wounded heart.