DISCLAIMER: I no pwn EENE or the song "The Red" by Chevelle.

DisbandED

Chapter Two

Double D sat back in his desk chair and sighed, staring at the screen of his laptop contentedly. Chores were finally completed and this last peice scrolled on the screen was the final bit of homework this week. All he had to do was read over the poem, correct any mistakes, save and print, then he was free to do as he wished.

He'd started to read over the perfectly rhymed and centered lines when a noise from outside his window startled him. He heard it again, which prompted him to stand and walk over the the window. Yet again the sound came but drew out and repeated. Edd smirked and unlatched the window, pushed it up and open and locked it in time to hear the sound of Kevin's guitar stop, muffled voices from the garage below and then the song pick up. It seemed the cul-de-sac's local band was working on a brand new song.

The guitar stopped yet again as Double D sat back down and began re-reading his poem. There were the voices again, and one particularly loud, and female one that screamed:

"JUST PLAY THE DAMN SONG KEVIN!"

A pause followed and then the guitar kicked in. They probably haven't even written the lyrics yet, Edd mused. Then he had a moment of brilliance, (and maybe temporoary insanity.) Without a second thought, Double D took his newly concoted poem and half-recited, half-sang it to the music filtering in from outside, just as the beat picked up.

"They say freak
When you're singled out
The Red
Well it filters through."

Double D got more into it as the song progressed, letting his voice loose, never suspecting that someone could hear him over the amplifiers.

"So lay down, the threat is real
When his sight goes red again
Seeing red again."

"Seeing red again."

Double D froze in place as he heard a second voice join. Then music went on for a moment before he slowly turned his chair to see his intuder, his face completely flushed in embarassment.

"Aw! Why'd you stop?..." Came Jimmy's amused voice as he let himself into Double D's room more, of course not before he kicked his sneakers off and left them by the door, one of the few to actually observe that rule.

Jimmy had matured alot since grade school, the most obvious change being the removal of his burdoning braces, his pearly white smile now metal-free. The 14 year-olds style was a cross between prep and punk, something Jimmy seemed to pull off very elegantly. He dressed maturely, which set him apart from his bandmates, and grade level. His pale blonde hair was long and very well-kept, tied back with an old neck tie that matched the one he had about his waist as a belt. He had no jewelery, except for a rainbow wristband, the one he wore everyday.

It really wasn't a suprise to anyone when Jimmy 'came out' at the beggining of the year but to the people outside the cul-de-sac it ment an open invitation to harass the poor kid. Despite this, Jimmy still proudly displayed the wristband and spoke his mind, even if it ensured that he'd get beat up and taunted. This kid was stronger than they had assumed, not physically, but in mind, and that was the most important in Edd's opinion, which is why he had always held a certian level of respect for him.

"I tried to ring the doorbell, Double D, " Jimmy explained. "But I figured you couldn't hear over the band so I descided to let myself in, I hope you don't mind."

Double D smiled a little and cleared his throat, the embarassment still not wearing off. "Th-That's fine, Jimmy. What do you need?"

"Well." Jimmy sighed, sitting on Edd's perfectly made bed. "We, the band, keep tripping over our cords and things when we play. So the guys asked me to ask you if you could like, make our equipment cordless and stuff. We'll pay you, It's just we can't afford to buy the brand stuff you know?"

Double D blinked, then nodded. "Sure, I can do it, but uh..."

Jimmy laughed. "Don't worry Double D, I won't tell anyone I caught you singing."

Edd sighed in relief as Jimmy stood and headed for the door.

"I'll tell everyone to drop thier stuff off here." He said as he slipped his CT black Converse sneakers back on. He turned back and gave Double D a little thumbs up. "You know, you're a pretty good singer anyway." And with that he left.

Edd shook his head and whirled his chair back around to close his laptop. Jimmy was always complimenting people, so it didn't make Double D think about his actual talent, or worry about it. Little did he know, that as Jimmy re-entered the garage to join his bandmates, his first sentance was: "Guys, I think I found our lead singer..."

To Be Continued