MISSxMAGIC
2/27/12 . chapter 10

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Warning: language

Chapter 10

Brittany's POV

School finally ended and I went home to try and relax and get ready for tonight. I jumped in the shower as soon as I got upstairs. Everything just seems to unwind in the shower, like you're in your own separate world. After washing up and blow drying my hair, I started to straighten it and clip in red and black extensions. From the bathroom, I went to my closet to find the blackest skinny jeans I could find, my cutoff gray shirt that had a logo with a pair of red lips on the front, and my crimson pumps. I thought a light smoky eye would look best with my outfit. Done. And it only took two hours. Wow, I'm such a damn girl. I grabbed my hippie purse on the vanity, threw my wallet and cell phone in it, wrapped it on my shoulders, and out the door I was.

The Slush Hut was only about twenty minutes away and I had timed everything perfect. The place was packed with people and the line followed all the way down through the parking lot. This was going to be a great start of the night; waiting in a line for about an hour. Joy. I did find an empty parking spot so, it might not be all that bad. Girls' voices squealed through the air as I was getting out of my car. For a moment I thought they were cheering me. How dumb could I be? Rodrick came out of a back door and started walking near me wearing a black Löded Diper T-shirt and grey skinny jeans with a chain hanging from the side. I smiled at him and we exchanged hugs once he got close enough. He smelled of Axe. My senses tingled and I couldn't help but inhale his scent as he had his arm around me.

"I kind of figured you wouldn't want to wait in that long line, so I came out to get yuh."

"Well that was thoughtful of you," I replied.

"Yeah I know. I'm just that great. Here, you have to wear this if you wanna be backstage."

He hung a V.I.P. pass around my neck and I followed him as he led me to the back door. My heels clicked as I strutted past the row of shouting, over energetic girls. I heard some of them yell how they loved Rodrick so much, and how he was so cute. I wasn't gonna lie, he looked fucking gorgeous tonight. His hair was waxed at the tips to give a messier look and he was wearing eyeliner. Eyeliner. Most guys can't even pull that off without being called some derogative names. It was slicked smooth over and under his top and bottom lids. It enhanced those unique hazel glass eyes of his. Through the door, was an elongated hallway that contained the rooms where the bands hung out before and after they played. It wasn't a suite with tons of food, but a decent size with a few couches, mirrors, and a stereo. We went straight to the backstage where Chris, Ben, and a stand in guitarist were setting up their instruments and sound checking the mic.

Looking at the time, Rodrick's eyes enlarged and he turned to face me. "We're going on in five so you're gonna…" He motioned his hands as if they were going to speak the rest of the sentence.

"I'll leave," I laughed.

"Yeah," he rested he hand on his neck awkwardly.

Rodrick's POV

Tonight was the night of the greatest show at the Slush Hut. Everyone was going to be there. It was the biggest gig that we ever do for them, and I finally get to meet the members of Snot. This was awesome. In my room, I changed into our infamous band tee to represent, some comfy grey skinnies, and my Chucks. At the side of my bed I looked around as if someone was watching me, then dropped to the floor once it was clear to fish for my hidden eyeliner I took from Mom. I thickly glided it over my eyes in the mirror over the dresser. To finish getting ready, I coated my body with Axe and untwisted the cap off of the sculpting wax jar and ruffled a dime size in my hair. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and cell phone before I started down to the kitchen. Greg was sitting at the table with Rowley drawing cartoons when I walked in and opened the fridge. I grabbed a bottle and figured I had to enforce the daily brother and friend torture.

"Hey girls," I said while putting my foot up on the kitchen chair and taking a drink of iced tea.

Greg looked up, annoyed and Rowley, as always, had that dumb, plump smile. If he was orange, he'd look like a damn pumpkin, but chubbier.

"Rodrick, you look like a girl," Rowley said surprised with a complete straight face. "If only you had long hair, you'd look so pretty."

He was completely serious. I shot him a sickened glare.

"He just looks fruity with that eyeliner," Greg teased.

"The only thing fruity is your relationship with twinkle toes over there," I spat. "You two queers have anything better to do other than to color?"

Rowley pouted which made his face rounder.

"We're writing comics, not coloring," Greg said, getting angered.

"Yeah and that journal of yours isn't a dairy," I said sarcastically.

"Hey! I told Mom to get-"

"Save it fruit cup, I gotta split," I interrupted as I headed for the door.

I started the van and drove to the Slush Hut. There was a good amount of people in the parking lot as I parked the van in the back of the building. I found the bouncer of the venue and told him to keep an eye out for a blonde driving a Grand Am with a red bat logo on the back windshield. He would call me on the radio when she got here. I met the guys in back to unload my drums and set up for our performance. 5:45 came and my radio buzzed. It was Ward, our bouncer, and oldest friend, that guarded the front door.

"Hey dude, that girl, I think she just pulled in," he reported.

"Thanks Ward, I'll be out."

I grabbed a pass from the hook on the wall and went out the back door. It was her. She had the rocker girl persona right on track. It was so badass and sexy to see her in pumps and that outfit. She must've favored cutoffs because she always wore them, and I was also proud to see her in skinny jeans. I looked at her face and I never realized how razored her hair was. It was fuckin awesome the way she wore it with colored extensions. You would have never guessed her to be a straight A student. She screamed sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. I wrapped my arms around her once I got closer. She smelled like coconuts with lime and I couldn't get enough of it. Ugh, I just wanted her.

"I kind of figured you wouldn't want to wait in that long line, so I came out to get yuh."

"Well that was thoughtful of you," she smiled.

"Yeah I know. I'm just that great. Here, you have to wear this if you wanna be backstage." I hung the pass around her neck.

She followed me as I turned and walked toward the back door again. Now, the line to get in the venue grew and kept growing toward the end of the entrance. There were a lot of girls waving and screaming my name. I mean, they weren't going friggin crazy like legit band fans, but they were loud, and I appreciated everyone that was rooting for me. I heard one yell that I was so cute. Really? Rodrick Heffley is not cute. No. Rodrick Heffley is a hardcore drum player that doesn't take shit from anyone. There isn't a place where cute fits into that statement. The group got louder after they realized I was taking Brittany back with me. She didn't know how lucky she actually was, but I'll soon make her see.

Brittany's POV

The venue was now completely filled with punk rockers and hardcore moshers once I hopped off the stage. I made my way to the bar that was a few feet away where they sold food and nonalcoholic drinks, since this was an underage club. I picked a stool to sit on and because I didn't eat dinner, I ordered a few chicken strips and some fries with a drink. The cute bartender took my order and hung the paper on a string in the small cutout window that linked the room with the kitchen.

"About twenty minutes, cutie," he replied as he poured me a lemonade.

I nodded in gratification. Then, the lights dimmed and the crowd rumbled. I looked at my phone and it was six o'clock sharp. The concert was about to begin.

From the speaker, Ben's voice called out, "Welcome everyone to the Slush Hut, I hope everyone is doin awesome." People quickly filled the dance floor. "We want to see the sickest mosh pits and the craziest fans. So get wild everybody, because here we are. We are Löded Diper!"

The black curtains parted and revealed the familiar band in their positions ready to play some loud music. The crowd roared at their appearance. Rodrick picked his head up and smiled once he caught glimpse of me cross legged on the stool. Ben took the microphone and the band started their first song, Explöded Diper.

WAHHHHHH! You told us that we were losers and we can't do nothing right. You said we'd never make it but just look at us tonight. Explöded diper! All over the place! Explöded diper! In your face!

Song after song, I bobbed my head to the beats as fans went crazy. When the music got louder, a mosh pit soon formed around a group of kids. The bartender served my order and set it in front of me. Still listening to them play, I turned around to pick out a fry. They were still hot so I threw it back in the basket and swiveled back around to watch the band. Rodrick was going nuts on the drums, as well as the rest of the guys on instruments. Then, a hand touched my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you sitting here, and I felt the need to come over and introduce myself," a voice called out over the blaring music.

I turned my head and- was it? It was! Damian George, the lead singer of Wikkid Lizzerd. He had an outrageous skater boy hairstyle with highlights that started at red and went from orange to yellow. He was so much hotter up close. My heart fluttered out of control and I could feel it in my throat as he shot a smile with his pierced lip. Oh. My. God.

"Hi," I turned my body towards him.

"I'm Damian, and I must add, you are amazingly beautiful." The way he spoke was so calm and collective.

"Thank you," I felt myself blush. "I'm Brittany. It's really nice to finally meet you. Your band is awesome."

"Thanks." He flicked his head to get the hair out from his face. "So are you from around here?"

"Yeah," I picked up a fry. "I live about twenty minutes from here. I go to Westmore High." I took a bite.

"Oh I know where that is. That's where those douche bags go to school," he nodded his head toward the playing band, now on another song called 'Skard 4 Life.'

"Yeah," I uncomfortably bit into a piece of chicken.

"Do you mind?" he asked gesturing toward the food.

"No, go ahead. I'm not going to eat all of this by myself anyways. Have some fries too," I moved closer to him.

We continued talking and eating together all throughout Löded Diper's performance. He was so charming and funny. He made me laugh a lot. Löded Diper played their last song and the flashing lights came to a stop and the dimness brightened a little.

"Well, that means I have to go. We'll be playing soon. It was great meeting you Britt," he shot another flawless smile.

"Yeah it was nice to meet you too; a definite surprise."

"Would it be too soon to ask for your number? I enjoyed talking with you, and I'd like to take you out sometime."

My face turned pink once again. "No, here."

I leaned over, took a pen from the back of the bar and wrote my number and then my name with a winky smiley on his hand. We hugged goodbye and he disappeared behind a door that was labeled 'Venue Personnel Only'. I continued slowly picking at the rest of the warm food that was still in my dish. Rodrick took Damian's seat and caught the bartender's attention. He then put a Vitamin Water in front of Rodrick.

"How did you like the show?" He asked before taking a gulp.

"It was pretty awesome. You guys were great. Have something to eat." I pushed the basket closer to him.

He took some fries and devoured them. Damian and his band walked onstage readying their equipment.

"Okay, you've experienced the pansy ban,d so are you ready to rock to some real music everybody? Give it up for Wikkid Lizzerd!" Damian yelled with his fist in the air.

The crowd went just as wild as they did for Löded Diper. Damian ran to touch some fans' hands before a wall of death formed in front of him.

"He is such an asshole," Rodrick slammed his drink down on the counter. "Jesus."

"He's pretty cool," I shrugged.

"You actually know him?" He sounded disgusted.

"I don't know him-know him. I just met him face to face tonight," I explained.

His mouth hung open. "What did he say?"

"Nothing, we just talked about interests. He's pretty cool."

"No," he scoffed. "Damian George is a dick."

"Well you're not exactly a walk in the park either," I countered.

Rodrick pressed his lips together, unsure of what to say as the music got louder. Wikkid Lizzerd finished their short intro and started covering music from other bands.

I like your pants around your feet.

I like the dirt that's on your knees.

I like the way you still say please.

While your lookin up at me.

You're like my favorite damned disease.

Damian was looking straight at me as he was singing it. It was kind of creepy and made me uncomfortable. Rodrick broke my train of thought when he began to shout over the loud music.

"They suck so bad that they don't play their own songs. They play Nickelback instead," he shook his head as he leaned in the chair.

Rodrick's POV

I really wasn't in a good mood after we got off stage. Damian found his way to screw with my life once again. I swear, Lyndsey and Damian would be perfect for each other. I just wanted to go and meet Snot and leave to go home. I couldn't take it anymore. I still felt that Brittany hated me and I had to think of something to make all of this right. As of right now, I couldn't come up with anything. What I saw blocked my thoughts from processing correctly. Damian was singing straight to Brittany. He wouldn't take his eyes off of her. To make matters worse, the song was "Figured You Out;" one pretty dirty song. I clenched my fists so hard, my hands went numb. If that's the way he wants to play, then this means war.