I'm sorry this took so long! I haven't forgotten about this story AT ALL man! I've just been fucker busy lately and didn't have the time, nor the internet power to post this earlier as I have meant to.
But here it is! Chapter 21 on Rock N' Roll High! Enjoy!
Chapter 21.
May 2nd, 1984.
Wednesday.
Allen sighed tiredly as he sluggishly lifted his arm to grab the bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of the liquor stores refrigerator, having to tip-toe in order to accomplish that feat.
Staring sardonically at the alcoholic beverage now held tightly in his gloved hand, he clicked his tongue at the thought of how awful it must taste.
"Another bottle of Jack Daniels...This is the second one this week." Allen noted aloud, shaking his head in exasperation. "And he's just getting started..." He said with a tired sounding groan.
"Hurry it up, boy." Came Cross's gruff voice, from directly behind the complaining teenager.
With a sudden flinch, Allen turned around to face the older male, and instead of showing his fear to the man, he plastered on his fake smile and innocently he tilted his head to the side. "How many bottles of whiskey does it take to satisfy your alcoholic needs?" He replied in a sarcastic chipper tone as he handed the bottle to his guardian.
"How many slugs to the jaw does it take to get you to shut up?" Cross retorted harshly, having to roll his eye at the irritated tick he saw on Allen's eyebrow.
Snatching the bottle of whiskey out of Allen's hand, he brusquely began to walk away.
Allen followed shortly behind him with his hands laced behind his back. The thought of having to beg Cross is looking slimmer and slimmer as time passes…He thought, frowning to himself.
"Um, excuse me?"
Tilting his head in the direction of where the voice was coming from, Allen curiously turned his head to look over his shoulder.
To see a man, scary-tall in height, with an odd colored cowlick hanging down in front of his nervously smiling face. The man's midnight black hair was short in length, but the pure white cowlick itself was longer than the rest of his hair, practically hanging down to his chin where it then curls in a small loop.
Spinning around to face the tall, and odd looking, man with a small smile. Allen replied with a polite sounding. "Yes sir?"
The man started to visibly twitch in front of Allen's depicting stare and continued to wring his hands together just as nervously as he looked, as he stares straight down to the floor at his shoes. "Are you...legal?" The man asked timidly.
Allen quickly took three large steps back, aghast at what the man had just asked him as he shields his face behind his arm. "What?" He stated in pure undeniable shock.
The man quickly lifted both his hands in front of his nervously sweating face. "No! I'm not asking you that so I can!—I don't swing that way! I-I mean! I'm not like that! I was just!—Please don't be scared of me!" The man implored as he continued to gesticulate wildly about him. "I was just asking if you were legal, because you look so young and you're inside the liquor store of all places! And! Please don't call the police on me! I'm not a pedophile!" The man then ducked his head and began shielding himself behind his hands as he rapidly mumbled complete nonsense to himself, and to the white-haired boy looking down at him.
After reciting the man's hurried words inside his head, Allen concluded that the man was merely asking if he was legal because he was an employee working inside the liquor store and thus, was his job to question suspicious looking teenager's.
Allen never really took notice of the dark blue employee smock he had on, nor the name tag the man is wearing, hanging on the right side of his chest over his heart.
Allen then sighed heavily in relief with a wide smile. "I-I'm sorry...I thought you were a creep." He replied honestly as he waved his hand in dismissal.
But when he sees that the man is starting to sob in front of him, he took another step back—this time due to shock.
"I-I wasn't calling you a creep! I thought you were a creep!" Allen hastily explained. "But it turns out that you're not a creep, and I swear this made sense inside my head..." He said groaning in frustration and swiping a hand down his face.
Walking over to the man, Allen offered him a kind smile. "I'm Allen Walker by the way, and no I'm not legal, but I am here with my foster father. He's the one buying the alcohol." Allen explained with a nod of his white head as he goes to pat the man on his shaking shoulder.
Having to squat down on the floor in order to accomplish that kind act, for the soul reason that the employee had curled up on the floor, and was still hiding behind his arms.
Peeking through his fingers, the man slowly let his hands fall to his knees as he sighed heavily under his breath. "I-I'm sorry for looking like a creep..." He sniffled.
You're not sorry for having a mental break down in front of me? Allen thought as he continued to nervously smile down at the man and pat shoulder.
"I'm Krory, Arystar Krory. Uh, the third." The liquor store employee timidly introduced himself as he offered Allen a small smile, wiping the tears hastily from his face.
Allen gave Krory a pleasant smile before getting up from the floor as he offered his hand down to the sniffling employee. "Nice to meet you, Krory." He replied politely as he helped the man up from the floor.
After helping Krory off of that floor, Allen soon began patting down his tight, dark-blue jeans. "Well, if you'll excuse me Krory, I have a foster father to keep an eye on." Allen stated with an exasperated roll of his eyes. "I'll be seeing you soon though, depending on how much Cross drinks today." Allen announced with a wave of his hand and a flash of a smile, before he turned away and having every intention of seeking out his foster father, just to give him crap of spending all of their grocery money on booze, again.
"W-wait! Did you say that your name is, Allen Walker?"
Allen looked back over his shoulder at Krory, skepticism easily detectable inside his grey eyes as he slowly turned back around. "U-uh, yeah, I am." He confirmed with a curt nod of his head.
Krory gave Allen the biggest—and most scariest—sharp tooth smile that the white-haired teen has ever witnessed on a person's face. And Allen couldn't help but shiver with fear at the sight.
He reminds me of a vampire…The teenager commented inside his head.
Quickly Krory strode up to Allen, intimidatingly looming over the shorter teenager with his tall stature as he hastily took Allen by his hand and began shaking the smaller limb with enthusiasm.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Walker! I heard all kinds of nice things about you and your new ace band!" Krory exclaimed excitedly. "I also heard that you'll be playing at 'Static Impulse' this Thursday! I already got my ticket for the show!"
"Wait, wait! Hold on a tick!" Allen exclaimed, trying hard to take back his hand, which was beginning to get crushed by the taller man. "What're you talking about? You heard about the band? By who?" Allen questioned dubiously.
Krory nodded his head enthusiastically. "I heard about you guys! About how you're all just teenagers still going to high school, and about how you guys will be getting a big break soon! Is it true that you're only 15-years-old?" Krory asked, eyes sparkling with worship.
Allen was a bit taken aback at the look, but merely offered Krory a timid looking smile. "You heard correctly. But may I ask, who did you hear all of this from?" He asked once more.
"Well, I heard about you guys from a friend of mine. I used to work at 'Static Impulse', but then...W-well...No, not really...I didn't actually work there..." Krory replied sheepishly. "But I was a temp for someone for a while, and an employee that works there told me all about you guys. He told me that you guys sound really choice and then he suggested that I go and check you guys out this coming Thursday. He was really amped when he was telling me all this and I couldn't help but feel a bit…Excited myself." Krory explained with a small smile as he started to fidget with the buttons on his shirt sleeve.
Seeming to be bashful at his explanation.
And Allen couldn't help but take the excitement he felt pouring out of Krory, and take it in himself. Grinning widely in delight, Allen quickly did a fist pump before Krory looked back at him.
"That's bloody amazing to hear! Thanks so much for buying a ticket to the show man!" Allen stated eagerly as he quickly took hold of Krory's hand once again and shook it with a bit more enthusiasm than before. "So I guess I'll be seeing you there then, huh?" Allen stated excitedly, giving the man a delighted looking grin, before turning away with a happy wave of his hand. "I'll see you later Krory!" He called happily.
"Ah! Y-yeah! I'll see you there Mr. Walker!" Krory called, waving his hand over his head with a small smile.
"Please! Just call me Allen!" The white-haired teenager implored with another wave of his hand, before he goes back to searching for his red-haired guardian, but this time with a chipper hop in his step as he grinned widely at everything around him.
Everything now looked bright with hope, sparkling beautifully with optimism.
Just as he walked over to the counter and was about to ask the cashier if she saw a tall red-headed male wearing big "cunt kickers" and if he happened to walk by, Allen looked over to the window and could clearly see that Cross is already waiting for him outside the liquor store by his Thunderbird.
For God knows how long.
Allen swiftly rushed out of the store, internally hoping that Cross wouldn't hit him upside the head for making him wait...Again, but as he walked out the door and was about to apologize profusely to Cross, he could still hear Krory's encouraging words ringing loudly inside his head, so with a curt nod of his pure white-head, Allen quickly made his decision.
It was now or never to ask Cross for permission.
He strode up to his foster father with determination blazing inside his grey colored eyes and tapped Cross on his shoulder bravely. "I need to ask you a favour!" Allen stated, puffing out his chest proudly.
"No." Deadpanned Cross with a flick of his cigarette before he dragged it back to his face for another puff.
Turning his back to the stuttering teenager, he gently placed his paper bag full of alcoholic goods into the passenger seat.
Deciding that Allen could sit in the back for once.
Allen quickly latched onto Cross' arm with pleading eyes as soon as Cross turned back towards him. "Please! Can I ask you for this favour just once, and I'll be in your..." He paused to sigh miserably. "Debt..." He replied reluctantly as he hung his head.
Instantly loathing himself for his poor choice of words.
And as soon as those dreadful words left his mouth, Allen was already regretting them.
For Cross looked down to meet his pleading gaze with a flaming glare. "What do you want now?" He growled out, still smoking his cigarette.
Allen gulped nervously, but with the help of Krory's inspirational words still echoing inside his head, he took his hand away from Cross' arm and clasped his hands together in what looked to be a prayer. "May I be excused from my punishment in order to play at 'Static Impulse' this Thursday?" He rushed through the sentence.
Cross stared sardonically down at the pleading teen as he took another calming drag. "What?" He repeated acerbically.
Allen held back his frustrated breath and looked back up to Cross, holding his pleading hands to his chin. "May I please be off grounding this Thursday? Along with Lenalee, Kanda, and Lavi? We have a gig to play at this place called 'Static Impulse' tomorrow, and we can't exactly go anymore, because we're still grounded and all that jazz." He paused mid-explanation as he waved his hand dismissively. "But if you let us go, and after we're done this gig tomorrow night, we'll continue being grounded the next day again. And I promise you that I won't complain about being grounded either! I'll keep my mouth shut, and I'll be in your…" He paused again to sigh. "Debt…" He deadpanned.
But this time in a more calm-like voice as he continued to keep his eyes locked onto Cross.
"Please, sir." Allen added. Just for good measure.
Cross blew out the smoke from his lips once again, then flicked his cigarette butt onto Allen's shoe.
And the teen's reaction to that gesture was to jump away with a small—and girlish—sounding yelp.
"This Thursday?" Cross repeated, voice gruff as he scratched his goatee. "You and your little band actually managed to find a gig? With your talent?" He huffed a humourless chuckle. He didn't sound at all convinced, but instead, sounded very sarcastic.
He thought we were a two-bit act. The teen thought with a deep frown. "Please, Cross? You get to order me around afterwards..." He trailed off, then muttered under his breath. "Because I know how much you love that."
Cross raised a dark eyebrow down at the teen. "Where?"
"Huh?"
Cross growled lowly inside his throat. "I said, where?" He practically seethed.
Allen gulped nervously and looked down at his shoes. "Uhm, at this place called 'Static Impulse.' It's just a go-to-spot where a lot of the teenager's hang out." He easily lied through his teeth as he peeked up at Cross from behind his long white-bangs, timidly he kicked the toe of his shoe onto the cement ground. Feigning innocence.
Cross looked unconvinced and completely skeptical, he then turned back around and headed into his car. "First you have to do something for me." He stated in his usual acerbic tone as he easily slid into the driver's seat and rolled down his window, in order to light up another one of his cigarettes.
Allen sighed heavily and walked towards the back of the car, for the soul reason that he'd been replaced—again—by a paper bag full of alcohol.
He knew full well what Cross was implying. Gambling.
"Do I need my playing cards?" Allen asked nonchalantly.
"Why do you bother asking? You know the drill, brat." Cross retorted gruffly as he pulled his car into reverse, and sped out of the parking lot of the liquor store called "Boozy Bob's."
"And so...That's what I did." Allen explained, reluctance clear to his tone and facial expression as he slapped a hand to his knee with a heavy sigh. "Now I'm in Cross's debt, and in your brother's debt..." He stated, flicking his icy stare at Lenalee, before looking back down to the dirty orange rug sitting inside Lenalee's garage.
It wasn't her fault that he is now in this current predicament.
"Poor you..." Lenalee replied as she sadly shook her head. Her hands still cradled underneath her chin as the rest of the band eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Soooo?" Lavi sang happily, holding his drum sticks in his each hand. "Do we get to do the gig?" He asked, eagerly hopping up and down inside his seat as he lightly tapped on his snare drum with barely contained excitement.
Allen gave the drummer a simple nod of his head. "But I had to lie to Cross. And I may have left out a bit of information concerning the gig too." He stated rather sheepishly as he meekly scratched his cheek.
Lenalee raised a delicate eyebrow. "You lied? About what?"
"About the fact that we're playing the gig at a bar." Allen quickly replied as he starts to fidget with his glove and still feigning innocence.
The red-head jumped up from behind his drum set then and let out a loud whoop. "Fuckin' stellar man! I so knew you were good at beggin'! And lying! Three cheers for Allen!" He crowed. "Hip hip!" He cheered, waiting patiently for the band to holler along with him.
"Shut up..." Kanda ground out as he continued to tune his guitar with his eyes closed.
"Hip hip!" Lavi continued on happily, raising his drum sticks over his head.
"Red..." Lenalee groaned, staring at the overjoyed drummer.
"Hip hip!" Lavi pressed more heavily.
"Shut up, Lavi!" Allen hissed. "If you haven't heard, which I bet you didn't, I'm in a hole here in debt. I'm practically a slave to these people from now on! Who knows what Komui will do, but I'm mostly dreading about what Cross is most likely going to do!" The lead singer groaned loudly and fell to his side on the couch, hugging his knees to his chest. "I have the worse luck in the world..." He bemoaned quietly, burying his face deeper into the cushions.
Kanda flicked his eyes towards the fallen teen, before he gave a loud huff of a chuckle as he looked away haughtily.
"Damn Sam! Was that Kanda's attempt at laughing?" Asked Lenalee, hand pressed to her mouth in mock horror.
Kanda glared at the bassist from the corner of his eye. "Hell. No. I'm snorting in sympa—never mind." He quickly deadpanned, face crumpled up in a scowl. "Yeah, I'm laughing." He sniffed in offence and looked away in defiance.
Lenalee merely smirked in delight at the grouchy looking guitar player.
"Don't worry bud!" Lavi soon hollered, merrily skipping his way to the couch and landing with a plop above the younger teenager's white-head. "I'll help ya anyway I can! I'll even take the heat off of ya from time to time." He stated with a coy wink/blink of his eye.
"Really?" Allen exclaimed loudly, relief flooding through his body as he quickly sat up and turned around to face Lavi with a bright smile. "You would do that?" He asked eagerly.
Lavi nodded his head with a toothy grin. "Totally man! I got yer back, if no one else does around here, Brit-boy!" He stated with a proud thumb pointed to his puffed out chest.
"Thank you, Lav." Allen smiled in relief as he snaked a hand through his messy white bangs.
"But!" Lavi abruptly shouted, finger pointed straight to the ceiling for emphasis.
Allen hung his head with a sad looking smile. "I knew it wouldn't be that easy..." He muttered under his breath.
"C'mon Brit! I wouldn't be that evil to blackmail you and shit!" Lavi stated with a bright smile as he slapped his hands across Allen's slender shoulders. "I was just gonna ask that whenever I do take the heat off ya, you gotta call me 'love' when I do!" He announced with a chipper looking smile.
Allen pursed his lip in displeasure. "Wouldn't people get the wrong idea about us? I mean...Cross already suspects your my boyfriend and all." He stated, peering into Lavi's single green eye with skepticism.
The drummer simply shrugged a shoulder uncaringly. "Who cares…?" He replied sheepishly.
"Lavi!" Allen pressed.
"Aw! C'mon Al!" Lavi whined. "I love it when you call me 'love'!" He pouted stubbornly. "Makes me feel..." He soon trailed off, finger pressed to his chin in thought as he hummed lightly under his breath at the possible choice of words.
"Happy?" Lenalee suggested, tilting her head to the side.
"Gay?" Kanda drawled with a bored expression.
"Happy and Gay are the same thing dudes," Lavi corrected with a smirk, before he shook his head in reply. "Those aren't the words though...It makes me feel..." He trailed off in a sing-song voice once again, before grinning widely as he took Allen's shoulders in both hands yet again. "Makes me feel bitchin'! Like, I'm ten feet tall and bullet proof!" He enthused excitedly.
Allen simply stared at Lavi's bright expression with apathy. "You want me to call you 'love' whenever you help me?" Allen repeated, voice set in a monotone. "And that's supposed to make me want you're help?"
"Well, yeah!" Lavi exclaimed loudly, face still set in a wide grin.
Allen merely sighed tiredly and patted Lavi on his hand. "Whatev' Lavi. I'm too tired and too depressed to even put up an actual argument at the moment." He replied exasperatedly.
"Fuckin' A you're awesome!" Lavi cheered, happily ruffling Allen's hair.
"Don't get too excited Red." Allen stated, fixing his hair with closed eyes. "We hardly ever see each other whenever Cross or Komui are around, so that means that you'll hardly be able to help me at all." Allen stated, pouting in displeasure as he had to separate his hair down the middle of his head, long white bangs framing his youthful looking face.
Lavi shrugged a shoulder in reply. "Like I said, I'll help ya anyway I can!" He smiled joyfully, before turning around to face the other members of the band. "So, we gonna motor Yuu ol'—" Lavi cuts his sentence short from there when he looked over to Kanda's spot, to see that the teenager had already left the garage. "Where did the grumpy bunk go?" Lavi asked, blinking his eye in confusion.
Lenalee narrowed her eyes with equal confusion to her expression as she too looked over to Kanda's empty spot. "He was just right there a second ago..." She trailed off unsurely.
Allen gave a loud snort and laid his head back down onto the couch. "Probably went to bite someone's head off." He grumbled under his breath.
"He's not always like that, Allen." Lenalee chastised, always one to defend a friend when they're not present.
Allen only waved his hand. "Puh-leez, he's always like that when he's around. If he's not starting an argument with someone, he's either getting doped up somewhere." He stated with a small devious smirk.
"Good thinking Al! I'll go sniff out the weed." Lavi stated in determination as he gave Allen's soft hair one last pat, before he got up from the couch with an energetic hop to his step and whistling a happy sounding tune as he went.
Lenalee simply stared after Lavi's retreating, high-spirited looking figure and shook her head sadly with a sigh. "He's unusually happy now that he gets to be called 'love' by you." She noted aloud as she looked back to Allen with a devilish looking smirk. "Are you sure you don't have gay feelings for him?" She quipped, smiling widely at Allen.
Who gives her a tired lop-sided smile and shrugged his shoulder casually. "As long as he helps me out, I'll call him whatever he wants." Allen informed with a nod of his head, before laying his head between his arms, which are folded upon the couch as he nuzzled into the comforting cushion. "And I don't have gay feelings for him." He quickly defended, sending a fast warning glare towards Lenalee.
"Oh. Sure. Having to call your male drummer 'love' is totally what any straight guy would do." Lenalee replied, ever sarcastic. "But even if you have to call him, 'smokin'-hot-super-sexy-love' would you still do it?" Lenalee smiled playfully.
Allen paled at the thought, and quickly shook his head. "Anything but that." He laughed, throwing a square shaped pillow at Lenalee's head.
Which she dodged rather fluidly and without much effort.
"Miiissed!" Lenalee sang, smirking deviously at the smiling white-haired teenager as she grabbed her chosen weapon to throw. "C'mon Al! Tell me that you're gay for Lavi!" She demanded teasingly.
"If I told you that I'm gay for Kanda, would you believe me?" Allen quickly shouted, grinning widely as he tried hiding from Lenalee behind his arm.
"You're gay for Kanda?" She gasped in horror.
"No." Allen replied quickly, still smiling as he lowered his arm. "But thanks for letting me know that you're insanely gullible." He countered with a loud laugh.
And getting the same pillow thrown at his smirking face for that quip.
Further inside the Lee's residence, Lavi continued to sniff the air, hoping to find that intoxicating smell of reefer to find his way to Kanda.
Who was already outside, sitting underneath the shade of a tree located on the left hand side of the Lee's house, with an odd look forever plastered on his usual frowning expression.
Why does that idiot even think he has a chance with the brat? He thought in confusion, before shaking his head wildly about with a frustrated sounding sigh slipping past his scowling lips. Fuck them. Both. His head growled with irritation.
Taking a large inhale out of the joint he is now holding between two of his fingers, he noisily blew the smoke out of his lips soon after.
But giving a light cough at the end.
"Damn..." He mumbled quietly, smoke still seeping from his lips. "This is shit." He stated to himself as he took another reluctant hit. Whatever gets me high I guess. He thought in displeasure.
Looking towards his truck—which is parked not too far in the street from where he sat underneath the shade of the tree—he waited for another song to play from his truck's stereo system. Both windows are rolled all the way down and the volume is turned up very loud, in order for him to hear the music from the distance he was at.
Soon after his waiting, another song came streaming out from the speakers.
And Kanda had to scowl at the choice of the song.
Which was a "Nazareth" song called, "Love Leads to Madness." A song that he himself had put on the mixed tape—which he had made just three days back— but now he regretted his choice in music.
Because not too soon after the song started to play from the truck, the annoying red-headed drummer came bounding out of the front door of Lenalee's house, loudly singing along with the lyrics as soon as he stepped onto the porch.
He forgot Lavi liked the band "Nazareth." The one-eyed drummer practically knew every lyric to everyone of Nazareth's songs.
And now he doesn't even know the reason why he put the song on the tape in the first place.
"'Cause I feel alright!" Lavi sang loudly as he danced towards Kanda by the tree. "I'd do anything you say you wanna make me..." He sang happily, dramatically gesturing towards Kanda. "Take me...!" He sang loudly, grinning widely at a scowling guitarist. "Far away-aye-aye! Run away-aye-aye!" He sang, still dancing his way to Kanda.
Whose eyebrow was now beginning to twitch with irritation not too long after Lavi had started singing. He was still trying hard to ignore Lavi's dancing as he pulled the joint back to his frowning lips.
"We been up all night!" Lavi continued to sing and dance. "Trying to create a whole new situation...Hold me..." His voice dropped to a low whisper just as he squatted down in front of Kanda at the tree. "Let me feel your way, cause I wanna stay, let them all start talking! We won't give ourselves away...!" He sang loudly, holding that note for a good three seconds too long as he plucked the joint out from between Kanda's fingers with a grin.
Quickly Kanda lurched up from the spot under the tree to glare angrily at the singing one-eyed 18-year-old. "Shut it, Cyclops!" He ordered sternly. "And give that shit back!" He commanded heatedly, holding out his hand expectantly, and rather impatiently.
Lavi merely ignored the guitarist and continued to dance and sing on the spot near Kanda's sneakers. "Our Love Leads to Madness!" He sang the chorus loudly, throwing both hands towards a scowling guitar player as the joint dangled uselessly between his smiling lips.
"Eat shit and die." Kanda seethed, turning his head away.
"This is our song!" Lavi exclaimed loudly.
Kanda flicked both his dark blue eyes into Lavi's direction at that sentence.
"Sing with me, Yuu!" The red-head shouted happily.
"Fuck off zeek!" Kanda barked, looking back down to his sneakers with his lips pulled back in an inaudible growl.
"Do you feel all right?" Lavi sang, squatting back down in front of Kanda. "And can you see me when you're looking in the mirror?" He smirked. "Crazy…" He purred as he offered the joint back to the glaring long-haired teen, who looked back at him then. "Our Love Leads to Madness...!" He practically shouted into Kanda's dubious expression.
And he made the biggest mistake of his life when he fearlessly decided that he should ruffle Kanda's long hair.
"Quit fucking singing already!" Kanda roared as he slid his leg over the grass and successfully tripped the dancing red-head mid-chorus.
Hello again!
Well Krory has finally made it into the picture, but his role isn't that important in my story as the rest of them are, but he is good company for Allen. Bak and the rest ARE important. But we'll get there in due time…
Still a hella lot of Laven, but do not be worried or deterred from this story! Things will progress between certain characters pretty soon, maybe not in the next chapter, or the one after that, but believe me it WILL happen. With who, you will find out. Hopefully you'll enjoy that development…
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