I know what your gonna say, "Took you long enough" and it's true! This chapter was done a long time ago, but I didn't get the chance to post it! And I apologize for the long wait!

April 20th, 1984.

Friday.

Allen strolled down the sidewalk after school, with his fingerless gloves wrapped around both his hands, and what he chose to wear on that hot sunny day of April, was a white—and tight—jersey with black trim, black numbers and black designs all over the shoulders and on the very front of the shit, including a painfully tight pair of acid washed jeans, black in color, which had numerous rips at the knee's and pant legs.

He continued to read over his History test he aced that morning.

And smiled joyfully to himself every now and then.

Cross always told him that his education came first to band practice.

At least, that's what Allen thought the red-headed drunkard was going on about last weekend, when he heard Cross muttering something along those lines as he dazedly leaned back on the lounge chair—half a wine bottle clutched to his chest like a bible—and began attempting on making profane and idiotic conversation—that made no sense to Allen whatsoever.

But he did hear the word "education", and Komui's name being cursed lightly under Cross's breath every now and then.

So that's what Allen assumed Cross was talking about, his education and band practice being on different terms and levels.

Education came first, as much as Allen hated to admit it.

Because usually, music came first than anything else, for these past few days that is.

So now what was Allen supposed to do? Music? Or get his education?

Not paying attention to where it was Allen was going; he continued to zone out on the red "A" on top of his History exam, and he bumped into someone on the sidewalk.

"Oof."

"I'm sorry!" Allen hurriedly apologized as he quickly took the exam away from his face.

But just as he looked up, his eyes narrowed up at the person standing in front of him.

A man with black messy hair, tanned skin, and pure white teeth, made Allen's mind race.

This man in front of him looked oddly familiar.

But he couldn't exactly prove that his assumptions were right, when the man wore odd looking and large sun glasses over his eyes. And especially since the man wore odd clothes to go with those strange looking sun glasses as well.

The man wore tight fitted black leather pants, which seemed to hug everything into place; he also wore a white shoulder-less shirt that seemed to look as though it has been spray painted with the words "Sex Pistols" on the very front of the shirt, in mix-matched capital letters and lower case letters in the color black.

Allen's grey eyes narrowed further, but this time, he stared up to the man's face.

He swore he saw him before. But he couldn't place his face anywhere in his mind.

And damn those weird glasses straight to hell that the man chose to wear, because that made it all the more harder for Allen to depict a face inside his mind.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but, do I know you?" Allen asked, perplexed. It felt like he seen him before.

The feeling was so strong, that it made Allen a bit frustrated and annoyed that he couldn't place the man's face in his head.

The man shrugged with a smirk across his tanned face. "I'm sure you do." He stated casually. "Everyone knows me."

"Uhh…Sure." Allen stated, completely unsure as to where this conversation was going.

Was this guy a male prostitute or something?

Sure looked the part of a male prostitute.

The man smirked and leaned down, hovering over the white-haired teenager with the British accent. "Allen Walker, am I right?"

"Y-yes…" Allen stated, now unbelievably scared, how did a male prostitute know his name? Did Cross owe him money or something?

Wait…That thought was wrong on so many levels.

Allen cleared his throat and casually leaned to the side. "Excuse me but…How exactly do you know me?" Allen asked, smiling politely up at the man that continued to invade his personal space.

The tanned male shrugged a shoulder. "I seen you perform at this bar I go to." He stated easily, dismissively waving a hand. "But you were pretty amazing, what with your voice…and face." The man purred.

"Oh…Thank you." Allen said, nodding his head with a small smile. Still uncomfortable.

Where exactly did the guy say he met him? He saw him perform?

And did the guy just compliment him on his face?

"I'm sorry, but I have to be going somewhere…But maybe I'll bump into you again. I don't really know that for sure though." Allen stated, waving with a small smile. "I'll see you around!"

And he went completely around the tall stranger, making sure he didn't bump into him a second time, and went back to walking to his destination.

Which was Lavi's house, since Lenalee's garage was being momentarily renovated and redecorated, much to the bands chagrin, that lead to Lavi's question of: "Why would they want their garage decorated? It's a fucking storage room!"

But just as Allen walked away, he couldn't help but feel this…lingering feeling of being watched, he scratched nervously at the back of his head, and sneakily he peeked through his arm that was scratching his neck, and saw that the strange man was looking right at him.

Or to be more specific, right at his ass.

And he couldn't help but shudder in repulse at managing to over-hear the man's farewell words of: "Oh, you'll see me alright."

"No shit? A male prostitute was checking you out?" Lavi repeated; hand over his stomach as he laid with his back on the couch.

They were all currently seated around inside his living room.

"You sure you weren't just…Yenno, being all paranoid again?" He asked the white-haired teen.

Who sat next to his head on the couch.

Allen shook his head. "He was probably a male prostitute, because with the way he was dressing, any one would think so…All tight leather, and ripped up shirt. But I definitely didn't want to stick around to find out if he was or not." He shivered in repulse. "He was leering at my arse, and he knew my name…" He trailed off worriedly.

Kanda snorted. "A male prostitute that knows your name." He coughed. "Now we know where you go after band practice." He stated dryly.

"Was that your attempt at being funny? Because news flash. You're not." Allen deadpanned, glaring over to the guitarist.

Who only flicked him a middle finger as he sat Buddha style on the odd round chair he claimed was "his and only his".

Allen rolled his eyes in an exasperated manner and leaned back against the couch. "I need a break…From band practice, from school, everything!" He groaned alout, hanging his head over the back of the couch.

"I've been completely swamped this past week, it feels like…I've been stressing for a whole year with how much we've been working on our band dynamics…" Allen trailed off, sighing heavily as he closed his grey eyes. "Not to mention I have over-do assignments…Cross is going to kill me if he ever finds out…" Allen groaned. "I'm exhausted." The teen sighed.

Wanting so badly to nod off and just sleep on the couch.

But with Lavi—who was now resting his head on his right hand thigh—he had to grumble quietly as he narrowed his eye down at the red-head.

Who only smiled brightly up at him.

"You're cute when you close your eyes, especially when you whine like a total girl." The one-eyed teen remarked, happily.

Making Kanda gag in the corner.

And making Allen scowl deeply down at him. "I'm not whining." He deadpanned.

"Complaining, whining like a little bitch. Same thing." Kanda stated from his chair.

"I wasn't talking to you, Joanie." Allen countered.

"Don't fucking call me Joanie, Eurotrash." Kanda refuted. "Or I'll—"

"—What? Mode me? Kill me? Deck me? I heard all of your insults already. It's getting old." Allen stated, rolling his eyes passionately.

Kanda growled in his corner. But said nothing otherwise.

"Wow, nothing?" Lavi asked, rolling over to look at Kanda.

Who was scowling angrily in the corner.

"Not even a 'fuck you geek' or anything?" Lavi blinked in amazement. "Killer, I think you won Brit." Lavi stated, peeking up at Allen as he rested his chin on the lead singer's thigh with a smirk.

"Good. I'm getting tired of arguing with someone as block headed as he is." Allen sighed.

Closing his eyes again.

"Fuck you." Kanda stated offhandedly.

The room fell into silence, neither of the boy's bothering to make conversation with one another as they all stared at nothing in particular, they began to merely…Day dream about a better day.

One day where they all weren't so stressed out and tired.

"I'm sick of this shit." Kanda grumbled, getting up from the chair as he made his way to the stairs inside Lavi's house.

Lavi peeked his eye open. "Where you going Yuu?" He called. "Yenno we were supposed to be practicing, right?"

"Who cares, I'll be up-stairs. Unlike you two fags, I'm sick of silence." Kanda stated heatedly, quickly stomping his way up the stairs and into Lavi's bedroom.

Without so much as asking for permission from the red-head as he slammed the door to Lavi's bedroom.

Lavi was damn sure that hell would freeze over, twice, before Kanda ever uttered out the words "Thank you" and "Please."

Lavi merely sighed heavily and tilted his head up at Allen. "He sure seems grouchier than usual, huh babe?" He stated with a smirk.

But when he received no answer from the white-haired teen—and when he didn't hear no complaints about him calling Allen "babe"—he had to open his eye.

Only to see that the lead singer was already, fast asleep, and breathing quietly. His long white bangs fell over his face, shrouding his closed eyes in a pure white curtain.

Lavi was amazed that the white-haired teen was able to fall asleep, and so fast after Kanda's departure.

Just goes to show that the 15-year-old doesn't trust Kanda in the same room with him, not when he was sleeping.

Lavi only smiled at the sleeping beauty, and got up from the couch quietly. "I'll let you sleep babe, seems like you need it." Lavi stated to the sleeping figure of Allen as he carefully slid off the couch, and sneakily made his way up the stairs.

He wanted to plant a kiss on Allen's forehead, but he knew that if he so much as breathed on Allen's face, the teenager would wake up instantly.

Because he tried that move already, and it did not end well for him.

Allen woke up—right when he chose at that exact moment to exhale—and was greeted with the sight of his sexy face, just inches away from his own adorable face.

And he got a good punch to the side of his head for that, from Al himself.

It still hurt, because that happened about an hour ago.

Lavi smirked at the memory and rubbed gingerly at his head, just as he made his way to the top of the stairs, he smelt an odd scent.

One that was he was very familiar with.

And he also heard music streaming out from his bedroom door.

A song that he was very familiar with as well.

He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. "And he seems lonely, from the choice music he put on." He stopped by the door to his room, and listened to the sad song.

"And there's a storm that's raging,
Through my frozen heart tonight."

This song is so for Kanda...Lavi thought with a mischievous smile.

"I hear your name, in certain circles.
And it always makes me smile.
I spend my time, thinking about you, and it's almost driving me wild."

Lavi couldn't help but chuckle lightly, imagining Kanda singing the lyrics to this song quietly to himself.

"And there's a heart that's breaking,
Down this long distance line tonight.
I Ain't Missing You At All…!"

Lavi leaned his ear against the door of his bedroom, to see if his thoughts could be proven true. But frowned when he didn't hear his friend's voice.

"Since you've been gone…Away.
I Ain't Missing You.
No matter, what my friend…"

Lavi opened his door, and saw Yuu sitting on his bed close to the opened window of his room.

And he was exhaling out a white cloud of marijuana smoke from his lips as he flicked his blue eyes over to the red-head's direction.

The song he was listening to at that time was John Waite's "I Ain't Missing You At All" on Lavi's analog clock, which doubles as a radio, apparently.

Because when Kanda walked in, he heard music, and the music hadn't stopped yet.

"Kinda lonely, aren't ya?" Lavi stated with a smirk.

Kanda merely glanced at the red-head from the corner of his eye, and shrugged. "Hmph." He chose to ignore the one-eyed teen as he began inhaling silently on the joint in between two of his fingers.

Lavi shook his head and closed the door behind him, as a way to not let the smoke waft out the door.

The drummer slowly made his way to his bed and plopped himself down, and glanced back at Kanda.

Who only stared out the window with a bored glaze in his eyes.

His eyes always look glazed over. Lavi thought in realization.

Then he rolled over and laid closer to Kanda's shoes, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Or rather, puppy dog "eye."

Kanda glanced down, to see the red-head was at his feet, staring up at him with that dumb look in his one eye again.

And the guitar player merely looked away.

"Aww! C'mon Yuu! You hadn't shared in a long time!" Whined the drummer as he wiggled on top of the bed, trying hard to annoy the long-haired teen.

Who only closed his eyes and tried hard to ignore the annoying red-head below his feet. "Bag your face and kick rocks." He stated easily. "Buy your own for once." He quipped.

"But I'm broke! I haven't had a job since I was a Junior in high school!" Lavi pleaded, wriggling his way closer to the guitar player. "Please Yuu? Just a little puff? Or I'll just lean my face closer to get second hand high..." He stated with a pout.

Kanda quirked an eyebrow and looked down at the retarded red-head. "You're that desperate to get high, that you would willingly attempt suicide?"

"How is that suicide?" Lavi asked, confused.

"Because if you lean any closer to me, I'll kill you. And put an end to your annoying whining." Kanda stated heatedly, glaring at the smiling teen.

"Oh C'mon! This is my first time asking ya today!"

"You've been asking me for a hit all week, retard!"

"All the more reason to share, so I won't bug ya anymore right?" Lavi argued, leaning closer towards the scowling guitar player.

And when he moved closer, his hip met with Kanda's.

Kanda growled in frustration and scrunched his face in disgust. "Get th' fuck away from me." He inched his way closer towards the wall beside him.

Only for the red-head to scoot closer, with his pleading eye directed on Kanda's scowling expression.

"Lavi! Kanda!" Came the sound of Lenalee's voice from the bottom of the stairs. "This is totally bogus! How can you just leave Allen alone? You guys should've been practicing songs by now! I was gone for only fifteen friggin' minutes!"

"Fuck…She's more annoying than you are, Cyclops." Kanda muttered quietly.

Hoping that Lenalee didn't hear.

But just as he uttered those words out, he was proven wrong.

Because Lavi decided to move his head up closer, to practically lean against his chest, just to attempt at getting second hand high.

Like he said he would.

Kanda snarled and pulled the joint up higher above his head. "Get off of me!" He shouted, shoving his knee into Lavi's hip with force.

Making the red-head shout in pain as he wiggled away.

"Just one hit, dude! And this will be the last time I ask! I plomise!"

"When you say 'Plomise' instead of 'promise', it only makes me wanna hit you harder dickweed!" Kanda shouted, trying in vain to wiggle away from the persistent red-head.

Who only lurched up from his laying position, to raise his hands above both their heads as he tried reaching for the joint in the air.

Now Lavi was between his legs. Un-fucking-fortunately.

"Gimme!" Lavi shouted.

"Get bent skeez!"

Kanda quickly pushed the red-head away from his body, and took a long hit from the joint, forcing his lungs to take in a bigger hit than what they were used to.

The song was still streaming out of the speaker of the clock.

"And there's a message that I'm sending out,
Like a telegraph, to you soul."

It was pleasant background music.

"Yuu!" Lavi whined, quickly reaching forward again.

But just as he did, Kanda reached forward, forcibly pulling the red-head from the collar of his shirt, and their lips smashed together by the force.

"And if I can't bridge this distance,
Stop this! Heart break! Oh my love!"

And just as Kanda smashed their lips together, the door bursts open.

And on the other side of the door, stood a shocked Lenalee, holding a hand to her mouth, and a groggy Allen.

Who merely rubbed his eye while his other eye stayed closed, as though he had been rudely awoken.

Which was probably true.

Lavi tried pushing himself away; the blood was draining from his face, his wide and shocked eye stayed glued onto the piercing blue eyes of Kanda.

Who continued to hold his collar in a fist as he pressed his lips harder against his immobile unmoving lips.

And Lavi inhaled the odd tasting smoke that blew out from Kanda's lips.

When they disconnected their mouths, a line of smoke slipped past both their lips.

"And there's a storm that's raging,
Through my frozen heart tonight!"

Came the song from the radio.

Kanda smirked at the incredulous and horrified expression on the red-heads face and pushed him away. "There. Don't say I don't share Cyclops." He stated as he slid away from the bed.

Lavi sat there on his bed, his eye unblinking as he continued to stare dumbfounded at Kanda's back.

Only the song from the radio could be heard in that stunned silent room.

"Ain't Missing You!
I Ain't Missing You,
I Ain't Missing You!
I've been lying to myself!"

"K-Kanda…?" Lenalee squeaked out, peeking her wide eyes at the guitarist. Who stalked his way to the door, and lightly pushed her aside with the back of his knuckles.

The long-haired guitarists face was scrunched up in confusion, and he unwittingly pressed his fingertips to his lips, looking all the more confused.

As though he didn't really understand what had just happened himself.

Silence broke out in the red-head's bedroom soon after Kanda's sudden departure.

Lenalee still stood with her eyes uncharacteristically wide.

And Allen stood with a confused expression over his face. He kept staring from the back of Kanda, to the incredulous looking Lavi.

Not fully knowing—or really understanding—what exactly had happened when he and Lenalee barged in through the door.

The incredulous looking red-head still sat at the edge of his bed, with smoke seeping out of his lips in slow moving wisps.

"Erm…Thank you…?" Lavi stated, smoke puttering out of his mouth as he said the words.

A confused expression was now forever etched across his face as he rubbed furiously at his lips with the sleeve of his bright orange shirt.

"I mean…Grody…" Lavi muttered, still rubbing his lips with his sleeve.

Inside the kitchen, Kanda stood with his back and ass pointed directly to the living room, which was situated just across from the kitchen.

Kanda was bent over and currently looking inside the fridge. Growling and mumbling under his breath all the while.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He sniffed, then cringed and shoved whatever it was that was in the brown container, back into the fridge, "Fucking stinks like piss." He hissed in offence.

Then grabbed at another unknown item in curiosity.

"Better not stink like rot." He muttered, about to sniff whatever it was inside the plastic container.

Then came a shrill ring from the telephone.

"Christ!" He shouted—just as a banged the top of his head on the hard black handle of the freezer above him. "Sonofabitch!" He raged, holding his head with one hand as he kicked the fridge door shut with a hard booted foot, he raced to the phone, and snatched it off of its cradle.

Practically ripping it off of the wall in the process.

"What?" He snapped. Then sighed irritably and clenched his jaw tightly. "I mean…Bookman house." He said, in between teeth grinding.

"Bookman house...? Good, I got the right number then."

Came the static reply.

Which made Kanda tighten the grip he had around the poor phone.

The guitar player balled his free hand, into a fist. "Goddamn-mother-fucking-Bak." He growled.

"Ah, Yuu. Good to hear from you—psyche! No it isn't."

Came the monotone come-back.

That made Kanda wrinkle his nose in disgust.

"Let me talk to a….Allen Walker? That's your lead singers name right?"

"Hold the fuck up." Kanda growled into the phone, he held it away from his mouth. "BRAT! GET OVER HERE!" He shouted—and as loud and as obnoxious as he possibly could.

A shout so annoying, that it would make the red-headed retard proud.

When he pulled the phone back up to his ear, he smirked in satisfaction when he heard Bak curse profusely on the other end.

He didn't bother to hold his hand over the receiver, so he knew he just blew the Chink's ear drum out.

Couple seconds later, the door to Lavi's room was thrown open and Kanda could hear the brat running down the stairs towards him, seconds later, the white-haired teen ran into the kitchen with narrowed grey eyes.

"What do you want?" Allen demanded, voice full of skepticism. "And what did you do to Lavi?"

Kanda rolled his eyes, and held the phone out towards him. "Shut the fuck up. None of your business. Phone is for you." He ordered sternly, "Be grateful I didn't hang up on them Eurotrash." He spat, throwing the phone into the brat's hands without a second glance.

And went back to raiding through Lavi's refrigerator.

Allen looked to the long-haired guitar player in suspicion, but held the phone timidly to his ear either way. "Hello?" He called, unsure.

"Allen Walker?"

Came the reply.

He blinked in surprise. Kanda actually did want him for something. "Uhh, yes, this is he…" He answered, yet again, skepticism clear in his tone. "I'm sorry, but may I ask who this is?" He asked, more polite this time.

"I'm sorry, this is Bak Chan, the owner of the bar Static Impulse?"

Allen grinned in delight. "Oh! Bak! Good to hear from you! What is this phone call about?" He asked happily, swinging his hip to the side as he curled the phones spiraling cord between his fingers.

Kanda rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the white-haired runt's overly excited—and completely annoying—replies to the phone call.

And focused his entire attention on the fridge sitting before him as he dug around and through its unknown contents.

"Hey Yuu!"

"Fuck sakes!" Kanda growled, holding his head yet again as he straightened himself up from within the fridge to glare passively at the red-head that showed up out of nowhere. "What?" He hissed.

Inwardly wanting to run like hell away from the one-eyed drummer.

Lavi put up both his hands in surrender. "Chill dude…I was only going to ask who's callin'." He stated with a smirk.

Kanda growled inside his throat and turned his head away from Lavi. "The dickbrain." He replied, now irritated.

Lavi quirked an eyebrow and looked back to Allen.

Who looked too engrossed in the conversation over the phone to even notice that they were both watching him with depicting eyes.

"Wonder what that's about…?" Lavi asked no one in particular.

"It's probably just to see if were ready for the show next week." Kanda answered easily. "Either that, or excited that he's getting prank called from someone who cares enough to call him."

"I care." Lavi stated, grinning.

Kanda rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows you care for that brat."

"Oh? Is that a hint of jealousy I hear from the person who just played tonsil hockey with me?" Lavi stated mischievously.

Kanda choked and glared over his shoulder at the red-head. "Get bent. I only did it to shut you up." Then Kanda furrowed his brow. "And I wasn't playing tonsil hockey with you."

"Yeah, yeah and Bob's your uncle." Lavi replied, immaturely sticking his tongue out at the angry looking guitar player.

Kanda looked away with a growl, and finally decided to just grab himself an orange Crush, and with disgust clear in his facial expression, he snapped open the can and took a large swig of the sugary contents inside.

Lavi shrugged. "But maybe you're right on the first one." He stated. Then smirked once he looked back to Kanda. "Hey Yuu…" he purred, wiggling his hips and smacking his lips.

Kanda narrowed his eyes. "Yenno, you've been bothering me all fucking week for jacked up reasons Cyclops." He growled.

The 19-year-old guitarist narrowed his eyes at the red-head beside him and shoved the offending can into his eager hands.

"Shove it poser. It's gonna make me barf."

"Sweet!" Lavi rejoiced. "Thanks a bunch Yuu!" He happily replied as he downed the entire can in less than a minute.

Kanda cringed in repulse and looked away. "Whatever." He deadpanned as he moved towards the living room.

Lenalee popping her head out from around the corner, and quirked an eyebrow when she happen to notice that all three boys were currently standing around inside the kitchen.

Not doing a single thing about band practice.

Lenalee sighed irritably and pinched the bridge of her nose with a hand on her hip. "What's taking you girls so long? We gotta practice for—"

"Thank you!" Shouted the excited sounding lead singer, who quickly began repeating the words three times over.

Before slamming the phone back onto its cradle.

"Guess what?" Allen practically shouted.

Lavi wiggled his finger inside his ear, before pulling it out with a look of displeasure on his face. "You fer cereal blew my ear drum? Yeah, not that hard to guess Brit-boy." He pouted, wiggling his finger inside his now deaf ear again.

Allen shook his head quickly, causing his long white bangs to swing back and forth from the sides of his head. "No! Bak just finished telling me that, because he thought were so good, and because he was really impressed with our performance—minus the part of us getting escorted out—he brought us up in a conversation with some really important people one night, and—"

"—define, 'Important people' Al, need more info than that." Lenalee stated, walking over to the counter and propping her elbows up to rest her chin in her palms.

"Important people as in other bar managers!" Allen stated, pouting slightly at being cut-off in his explanation, before smiling yet again and going back to the conversation. "Anyways! He said he brought us up in a conversation with other bar managers one poker night, and he said one bar owner—that he's really good friends with B.T.W—was really curious to know how we sounded, so Bak gave the bar manager our information and digits, and he said that that person would call us whenever he or she—I don't know his or her gender because I really didn't think to ask—wasn't busy, he also said that we get to give them a show whenever he or she calls! So all we have to do is wait for that phone call, and were set for another audition!" He finished, beaming with excitement as he began cheering.

Along with an ecstatic Lavi, who whooped loudly and ran towards the British teenager as they both began hopping in a spot inside the kitchen. Whilst holding hands.

Leaving Kanda and Lenalee to stare at them with exasperated and irritated sounding sighs.

"Look, you guys…" Lenalee started, shaking her head sadly.

"Generic dweebs…It's not that easy." Kanda mumbled, looking away from the two with displeasure.

Both of the boys instantly halted in their cheering, they both looked over to Lenalee and Kanda in confusion.

"What's wrong Lena?" Allen asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah Yuu!" Lavi crowed. "Why aren't you as amped as us? This is fuckin' stellar! We're finally getting noticed by other bar managers!" He exclaimed, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"It's not that I'm not amped Red." Lenalee said, staring at both of the boys in a serious manner.

"What if the other bar owner calls on a school night?" Kanda interrupted. "Lenalee won't be able to fucking make it, not only that shit, but what if that person calls on the same day we are supposed to open for The Noah's next coming Friday? What are we supposed to say to them then?" He snapped. "'Uh, yeah were like, sorry and stuff for not making it for our first ever audition and all that jazz, but how 'bout you pencil us in for next week?'" Kanda explained, in such a dead-set and mocking tone, that he smirked humorlessly. "Pfft, che'yeah, right. Come on zeeks!" He frowned. "Think for one Goddamn second in your life!" Kanda said, throwing his arms in the air before folding them angrily across his chest. "Dumb ass's." He grumbled.

Startling Allen at how much words Kanda had used—just to prove his point—he never would have guessed that Kanda was capable of sounding disappointed, or talk so much, all in one day.

But he frowned soon after just as Kanda finished proving his point.

The Japanese teen was right.

And he could admit that.

"Which audition do we go to then?" Lenalee huffed, crossing her arms on the counter top as she glared at the table, as if it was the tables fault for their sudden predicament. "This sucks." Her voice fell to a whisper.

Lavi sighed as he scratched the top of his red-head. "Never even thought of that." He admitted.

"Me neither…" Allen sighed, walking over to the counter and stood just across from Lenalee, laying his arms out flat on the cool surface.

The whole kitchen then fell into discouraged and disappointed silence.

Each member of the band left one another to their own thoughts of this sudden unpredictable problem.

"I guess I can give Bak a call, and let him know that—" Allen started.

But just then, the phone decided to make itself known once again as it began its shrill, ear splitting, ringing.

Allen slowly walked from the counter to the phone hung up on the wall just behind him, and inhaled deeply before picking it up and answering it in a light and cheery voice.

Fooling no one inside the kitchen at how painfully obvious the lead singers tone was fake.

"Hello? Bookman residence." He answered happily.

Before his face fell into confusion.

"Yes this is he." He answered, looking up from the floor and his shoes.

To look at each confused expression on his friend's faces.

"May I ask what this is about?" He asked again in that fake delighted tone as he snapped his fingers three times towards the band.

Lavi and Lenalee instantly snapped into action and rushed towards him over to the phone.

Kanda stayed behind as he watched the three with un-amused eyes, choosing to wait it out until the brat was actually done on the phone before he got his hopes up.

Not that he was going to start jumping up and down like a queer any time soon—like the two retards did earlier.

Lavi, who was the closest one to the phones receiver, began whispering the reply of the person on the other side of the phone towards Lenalee quietly.

"—Klaud Nine, owner of the bar…Gold…" Lavi wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows together in displeasure. "I can't fucking hear." He whispered in irritation, practically pushing his ear into the phone.

"That's brill!" Allen exclaimed with a single hop.

Smacking Lavi in the ear with the phone as he did.

Lavi pulled away with a silent curse and rubbed his ear in pain.

Lenalee merely pushed him aside and chose to stand and wait for Allen to be done with the call.

Allen smiled happily and nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, yes that sounds wonderful! Yeah, we're wide open."

Kanda wrinkled his nose. "What the fuck is he getting at?"

Lenalee waved him away with her hand. "Don't be a goober." She replied easily.

Allen cocked his hip to the side. "Yes, alright, see you soon then. I'm sorry, what time? Alright, sounds brilliant! Cheers!" He replied, hanging the phone with less force than the last time and turned around.

Meeting eager gazes from each band member, and smiled sheepishly.

"So…who wants to go to an audition this coming Saturday? That audition I just finished prattling on the phone about?" Allen asked, smiling.

Just when Kanda was starting to get just a little bit closer to Allen...He had to go and pull a stupid stunt like that! Sheesh!

Anyways, sorry it took me long to update! I was done this chapter a long time ago, but never got the chance to post it, because I was just too busy with life and I almost lost it when I got into a car accident and rolled the vehicle a couple times, make that four. But I'm still determined to update! *fist pumps air*