Patrick closed the door behind him and turned back to us, clapping his hands together. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" I couldn't help but smile. He walked past me, heading over to the corner of the room. I turned to watch him as he reached down into a bag that was sitting on the floor. He pulled out a dock station. My eyebrows came together in confusion but I didn't speak. He walked along the wall, checking ever few steps he took for an outlet. When he finally found one he smiled as he plugged it in.
When he stood back up he held out his hand to me. "Want me to plug it in?" He asked kindly. I stared at him for a moment before I told him yes. I reached back into my pocket and pulled out my phone. He took it from me and bent down to plug it in. Within a few seconds the sounds of "Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes" were filling the room. Patrick laughed as he stood up. I felt my face get warm as I realized what playlist he had picked.
My embarrassment didn't last long though. As soon as the rest of the band caught on to what Patrick was doing they joined in. They started dancing (if you'd even call it dancing) and singing along to the words in their worst voices possible. It was quite a sight. I found myself laughing and moments later joining them.
It would be a lie if I told you that I wasn't having a good time. I was having the best time I'd had in months. For once, I was able to forget everything that had happened, everything that was going on in my life and just have fun. I was finally enjoying myself. The fact that it was with my favorite band just made it even better.
I don't know how long this lasted, a half hour, an hour, maybe? We were all just fooling around, talking to each other, singing and dancing. I knew that they didn't like listening to their own music but I suppose they were just listening to make me feel better. They didn't have to though. But they still did.
At one point, Joe walked over to a fridge that was against the wall and pulled out a beer. Me and Andy were talking when he came over to us. I watched him open the can and take a sip. After he swallowed he nodded to me. "Do you want one?" Andy started laughing and I found myself laughing along with him. I shook my head no as Patrick came over from talking to Pete. He had overheard what Joe had said. "She's 15, no, she can't have a beer." He said, a little more seriously than I would have thought. Joe shrugged. "Just offering, didn't want to be rude and not offer." He said with a smile as he took another sip. Patrick chuckled a bit as me and Andy laughed again.
As the night continued we all ended up sitting on some couches. I sat next to Andy and Patrick, with Pete and Joe on the other side of Patrick. The music was still coming from the speakers and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
I pulled my arm up to check the time. I realized that the game would be over now and my parents would be looking for me. I sighed as I let my arm fall on my lap. The last thing I wanted was for them to be more mad at me then they probably already were. I guess the good moments can't last forever.
"Guys?" I spoke up, interrupting their conversations. They all looked at me. I glanced down at my lap before continuing. "Tomorrow, when you guys come to my school, could you guys play "The Mighty Fall"?" I asked them. They all turned their heads, looking at each other for any protests, before Pete spoke up saying that they would love to. I smiled at them in thanks.
I pushed myself off of the couch with a little difficulty but soon I was standing in front of them all. I was still smiling as I told them that I would have to go. Patrick, Andy and Pete sighed and Joe started to fake cry. This made me laugh. One by one they all came up to give me a hug. I was on cloud nine. I had always wanted to tell them how much they meant to me and I had done just that. They had surprised me as well. I never would have thought that they would ask me to stay. But they did, and I had a great time. They made me forget what was going on in my life for this little bit.
When Patrick hugged me, he held me tighter than the others did. It was reassuring and it was just like I had imagined it. Before he let go he whispered something in my ear. "Everything's going to be alright." I froze at his words, my brain running one hundred miles an hour. Did I say something that I shouldn't have? Did I worry him? Why would he be worried? It's not his responsibility. Did he see my scars?
I pulled back and nodded at him with a smile. He smiled back. I took a breath before I ran my hands over my legs, a habit I had become accustomed to. Patrick stepped back so that he was standing with the rest of his band. I looked at them as I spoke. "Thank you so much for letting me stay tonight, you really didn't have to. I had a great time!" I told them. "It was cool getting to know you." Pete said. The rest of the band nodded in agreement. I smiled as I turned to leave. "See you guys tomorrow." I told them as I left the room feeling better than I had in ages.
