Portmans Pov
I finally told some one I was gay. Alex didn't reticule me either; instead she took me to her band practice. still covered in ink. Alex is a good friend to me but I've never met her other friends. We go into the recording studio by the chorus room. "This is our practice studio." Alex said airily. "Cool." I tell her for lack of better words. When we come in I see four people already on the stage. They all looked up from what they were doing when they heard us enter.
"Hey lookie, Als brought the dick, I'm sorry I mean duck." A girl with green and black hair said.
"No you were right. That's a genuine dick." A girl said She looks amazingly like the first one. Except instead of green she has red.
"Layoff." A blonde boy said standing behind a keyboard.
"Hey, what's the jock doing here?" A boy with black hair asked Alex.
"He's Dean, he's in my poetry class and I invited him." Alex said almost proudly. The red haired one burst out laughing. I wish she hadn't mentioned poetry class.
"Muscle head, in poetry?" The green hair one said.
"Yea, and the muscle in my head is called a brain." I snap. She grins.
"Your not so bad for a jock." She said her northern accent ringing though. Alex brings us back to focus.
"The girl with green streaks in her hair is Tarynna Shepard. She is our Guitar star. The girl with red streaked hair is Her twin Christa Shepard." Alex started introducing.
"She's my twin. I was born first." Christa playfully interjected. Everyone laughed as Tarynna through something at her and stuck her tongue out at her. Alex rolled her eyes.
"Anyway She is our bassist, the blonde boy is Jake Orlando our key board player and the black haired boy is Hayden Michaels, the drummer." Alex said. I nodded, mentally match names to pictures.
"You never did tell us why the bash brother is here." Christa said. My face burn at the mention of 'bash brother'.
"Or why he's covered in what from here looks like either blue ink or a really bad tattoo." Tarynna said. I looked down at my arms. 'Damn it I knew I forgot something' I tell myself.
"um.yea, Port if you want to wash that ink off there is a bathroom over there." Alex said pointing towards the sound booth. As I walk off I hear Alex tell them: "He's here cuz he needs to get his mind off something's." Get my mind off things. I don't need to get anything off my mind. I am NOT gay and am NOT in love with my best friend. In fact I'm going to prove it. Im gonna get a girl, and I know just who. I wash my arms and come out and listen to them practice.
"I view life and death Sadness and mirth In the greatest depths I am the fallen angel I see love and hate I give advice And help people get their lives straight I am the fallen angel I sense lies in the truth And sadness in the joyful Knowing nothing has proof I am the fallen angel I take pride In the shadows Where the truly righteous hide I am the fallen angel I see smiles in frowns Light in the darkness I hear silence in the sound I am the fallen angel I fight anger in all its might I comfort the greatest of sad I am all that is dark and all that is light I am the fallen angel," Alex sang beautifully as everyone played their instruments flawlessly. I clapped. They decided that practice was over and started packing up. I causally walk over to the first twin I see. It was Christa.
"Hey Christa. Great practice." I tell her. She looks up at me and smiles.
"Thanx." She says.
"So.uh, would you like to go.uh out tonight." I ask. I slipped up a few times not because I was nervous it was because I kept wanting to say never mind I'm gonna go ask Fulton instead. Alex almost dropped a piece of Hayden's drum set when she heard me ask.
"Hey Als be more careful." He told her. Christa looked at me cautiously before answering.
"Sure, I would love to." She says. She slings her bass guitar over her shoulder and walked out followed by her sister. 'See your not gay, you have a date.with a twin in your best friends rock band' I told myself.
I finally told some one I was gay. Alex didn't reticule me either; instead she took me to her band practice. still covered in ink. Alex is a good friend to me but I've never met her other friends. We go into the recording studio by the chorus room. "This is our practice studio." Alex said airily. "Cool." I tell her for lack of better words. When we come in I see four people already on the stage. They all looked up from what they were doing when they heard us enter.
"Hey lookie, Als brought the dick, I'm sorry I mean duck." A girl with green and black hair said.
"No you were right. That's a genuine dick." A girl said She looks amazingly like the first one. Except instead of green she has red.
"Layoff." A blonde boy said standing behind a keyboard.
"Hey, what's the jock doing here?" A boy with black hair asked Alex.
"He's Dean, he's in my poetry class and I invited him." Alex said almost proudly. The red haired one burst out laughing. I wish she hadn't mentioned poetry class.
"Muscle head, in poetry?" The green hair one said.
"Yea, and the muscle in my head is called a brain." I snap. She grins.
"Your not so bad for a jock." She said her northern accent ringing though. Alex brings us back to focus.
"The girl with green streaks in her hair is Tarynna Shepard. She is our Guitar star. The girl with red streaked hair is Her twin Christa Shepard." Alex started introducing.
"She's my twin. I was born first." Christa playfully interjected. Everyone laughed as Tarynna through something at her and stuck her tongue out at her. Alex rolled her eyes.
"Anyway She is our bassist, the blonde boy is Jake Orlando our key board player and the black haired boy is Hayden Michaels, the drummer." Alex said. I nodded, mentally match names to pictures.
"You never did tell us why the bash brother is here." Christa said. My face burn at the mention of 'bash brother'.
"Or why he's covered in what from here looks like either blue ink or a really bad tattoo." Tarynna said. I looked down at my arms. 'Damn it I knew I forgot something' I tell myself.
"um.yea, Port if you want to wash that ink off there is a bathroom over there." Alex said pointing towards the sound booth. As I walk off I hear Alex tell them: "He's here cuz he needs to get his mind off something's." Get my mind off things. I don't need to get anything off my mind. I am NOT gay and am NOT in love with my best friend. In fact I'm going to prove it. Im gonna get a girl, and I know just who. I wash my arms and come out and listen to them practice.
"I view life and death Sadness and mirth In the greatest depths I am the fallen angel I see love and hate I give advice And help people get their lives straight I am the fallen angel I sense lies in the truth And sadness in the joyful Knowing nothing has proof I am the fallen angel I take pride In the shadows Where the truly righteous hide I am the fallen angel I see smiles in frowns Light in the darkness I hear silence in the sound I am the fallen angel I fight anger in all its might I comfort the greatest of sad I am all that is dark and all that is light I am the fallen angel," Alex sang beautifully as everyone played their instruments flawlessly. I clapped. They decided that practice was over and started packing up. I causally walk over to the first twin I see. It was Christa.
"Hey Christa. Great practice." I tell her. She looks up at me and smiles.
"Thanx." She says.
"So.uh, would you like to go.uh out tonight." I ask. I slipped up a few times not because I was nervous it was because I kept wanting to say never mind I'm gonna go ask Fulton instead. Alex almost dropped a piece of Hayden's drum set when she heard me ask.
"Hey Als be more careful." He told her. Christa looked at me cautiously before answering.
"Sure, I would love to." She says. She slings her bass guitar over her shoulder and walked out followed by her sister. 'See your not gay, you have a date.with a twin in your best friends rock band' I told myself.