A/N: I move to Brussels and the first thing I do is look into underground show venues, heheh.
46. CPOV
Max pulls on my arm and shouts, "They are so good!"
I beam, nodding. The punk and hardcore scene is hella fucking great around here. Even greater when high on weed.
"Yo Caulfied! They're an underground band!" I shout back, grabbing her by the hand and raising it. We continue jumping up and down, hands in the air. Rachel's beside me, trashing her head to the beat.
When the song comes to an end and the band finishes their set, loud echoes of synth-alternative music starts to play loudly as filler music while the next band sets up. I am just about to head outside for an in-between-set-ciggie and Max heads to the bar to get some water. But as soon as Max leaves, Rachel slips her hand into mine and pulls me over to the wall. We walk through the crowd of people softly swaying to the chill jams as they crowd around the place waiting for the next band to start. We finally reach the far wall near the side of the stage.
Hella good thing the lights are dim because out of nowhere, Rachel grabs me by the gives me a flirty smile and pushes me against the wall, pressing her lips against mine.
