"Hi Amy," Dustin greeted.
"Hey Dustin, what's up?" Amy said, "Oh, and by the way, great job on the set. You guys did an awesome job."
"Thanks," Dustin smiled, "And I'm sure y'all will do great in the play next week."
"Thanks, Dustin. Well, we're starting rehearsal now, so I'll see you Monday," Amy said beginning to walk away.
"Wait," Dustin gently pulled her back, "Amy, uh, I was just wonderin' if you would like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night and then maybe catch a movie afterwards."
"You mean, like on a date?" Amy asked.
"Well, yeah," Dustin answered, "So, will you?"
"Of course," a smile grew on Amy's face, "I'd love to."
"Great," Dustin beamed, "I'll pick you up, say…seven?"
"Sure, that's fine."
"Amy! We need you up here!" Mrs. Ruelli called from the stage.
"I'll be right there!" Amy called back; then turned back to Dustin, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah," said Dustin with a smile, "I can't wait."
~*~*~
"Well, this is the address," Carly said to herself looking at the address written down on one of the flyers about the tryouts that the band had passed out that week at school. She folded up the flyer and stuffed it into her pocket. She took off her backpack guitar case and held it in her hands. The house's garage door was open and within she could see some people. Four were sitting in folding chairs and one was playing a guitar, obviously trying out. Carly stood in the driveway and listened. He was really good. Carly waited until the young man was done and had left before she entered the garage.
"Hi, I'm Carly Martin," she said trying not to be nervous, "I'm here for the tryouts."
"Hey Carly," Molly greeted her friend, "I'm glad you decided to show up. I was getting tired of being the only girl here."
"Well, you could just leave," Benji teased, "It's not like you're a member of the band or anything." Molly gave him a sarcastic grin and playfully smacked him on the shoulder.
"Nice to meet you, Carly," Nathaniel stood and shook her hand, "I'm Nathaniel, the band's drummer."
"Nice to meet you too," Carly smiled. She looked to Benji and noticed he had a black eye. She decided not to ask him about it, "And I already know you Benji. And you're Jeff…Jeff Hardy, right?"
"The one and only," Jeff smirked, "So whenever you're ready you can start playin'. We have an amp you can plug into right over there," Jeff pointed. "Oh, and by the way, I love the hair. A girl after my own heart," he said with a goofy smile, taking off the hat he was wearing and showed her his multicolored hair.
"Thanks," she said feeling her face get red. Carly laid her guitar case down and opened it, taking out her guitar. She put the strap around her head and right arm and tuned it slightly before she plugged into the amp. Carly then took a deep breath and began to play an original song she wrote. Carly played her best and smiled at her small audience when she was done.
"That was great," Nathaniel said.
"Definitely," Jeff agreed, "Did you write that yourself?"
"Yeah," Carly answered, "I haven't come up with any lyrics for it yet though."
"That's all right," said Benji, "It sounded great."
"We'll let you know Monday at school if you made it, alright?" Jeff told her.
"Sure," Carly said hiding her disappointment that she would have to wait out the weekend before she knew if she was part of the band or not. Carly packed up her guitar and put the backpack case over her shoulders. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys Monday." She was about to leave when Jeff came up to her.
"Um, Carly, do you want me to walk you home?" Jeff asked, "I mean, it's starting to get dark and everything…" Everything inside Carly screamed YES! She really wanted to get to know Jeff better. He was cute and funny; she liked him, but she pushed those feelings aside.
"No, it's okay, I only live a few blocks away," she answered.
"Oh," she heard disappointment in Jeff's voice. He quickly changed his demeanor and smiled, "Well, I'll see you at school then."
"Yeah, see ya," with that Carly left.
~*~*~
"Huh? What?" Casey Copeland suddenly woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She sat up in bed and grabbed the phone from her nightstand. "Hello?"
"Hey babe, it's me," Casey heard Shane's voice whisper over the phone.
"Now, it's not that I don't love hearing from you Shane, but why in the hell are you calling me at two o'clock in the morning?"
"You remember that little plan we talked about?"
"Yeah," Casey answered, "What about it?"
"We're putting it into action tonight," Shane whispered excitedly, "Well, technically this morning, but you know…"
"But Shane, it's TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING."
"So?"
Casey sighed, "And you're grounded, remember?"
"Only a small technicality, Case. We'll simply sneak out of our houses."
"We? I don't think so. I—"
"Oh, come on Case, you said you wanted in on this," Shane tried to persuade her, "Just think of it as an adventure."
"I have a really bad feeling I'm going to regret this but, okay I'll go."
"Great," Casey could hear Shane say with a smile, "I knew I could count on you. Just get ready now, and I'll meet you at the corner of Montgomery Street. And remember to wear something dark. See ya in a bit Case. Love ya."
"Yeah, love you too," Casey hung up the phone and got out of bed. She put on some black pants, a black turtleneck, and a black skullcap. She quickly pulled on some socks and shoes and began down that stair. The stairs creaked with every step she took. Casey carefully stepped down the stairs looking behind her as she went to make sure her dad and step mom weren't there to catch her sneaking out of the house. But in looking behind her, Casey didn't see the figure at the bottom of the stairs. She knew she was nearing the bottom; Casey thought she was home free. She turned her head around and came face to face with Benji, clad in boxers and a T-shirt, holding a glass of water.
"Where you going?" Benji looked at his stepsister suspiciously.
"Uh, nowhere," Casey lied, "I'm just getting some water too."
"Dressed like a ninja?" Benji looked at her skeptically.
"Okay fine," Casey sighed, "I'm sneaking out of the house. Just don't tell, please," she begged.
"Don't worry Case; I won't tell. But just tell me, where exactly are you going?"
"Um, I can't really say. But I'll tell you this: it involves a poodle and the color green."
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For those of you who are interested, I posted my English Fiction Story. If you wanna read it you can find it at www.fictionpress.net under my author name "darkcrystal98".
