Hey, this one is from Pickle's POV. He really has a crush on this girl, hahaha. Just review

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He had been standing right outside her door when she was singing. He knew it was her singing, cause when her stereo played, he could feelt he walls vibrate through the stone. There was no vibrate. Just her voice and her drumming.

Her drumming. He had known she had a set, but he'd had no idea. With skill like hers, a simple beginner kit with fewer than five pieces excluding cymbals... restricted her. It was why he had opted to let her use his older set in the storage area.

Now he watched her as she and her brother walked out of the recording studio, chatting about the upcoming halloween party. He caught the word "party", but other than that, they were talking in Norwegian. He had no clue. He assumed.

Nathan went on ahead and Pickles followed.

Ever since that first day when they'd been lost in the snow, he had been watching her. Only two things stopped him from hitting on her.

One, she was way too young. She was eighteen and looked sixteen. He was nearly 31. What would the media say??

Two, she was Toki's little sister. He had seen him drag her out of Spencers the day before when the clerk had said something. He knew Toki could get mean when he wanted to. The guy had muscles. He wasn't remotely afriad of Toki. He just didn't want to do anything to disrupt the band's inner workings.

Now, walking, he decided he would just settle for friends. At least until she got a bit older or Toki calmed down enough.

But her hair was what got him the most. Blood red and wavy, it was a hot color but he bet it felt silky smooth and cold. Her eyes were creepy, but only a little bit. Looking her in the eyes was like looking intimately at Toki's. A bit unsettling. And she had this way of gazing at people and things that made her look obliviously innocent. It unnerved him, made him want to lay off the booze, made him want to treat her like a little kid.

He follwed them to the main room where the roadies were setting for the party in a few days. Setting the couches up against the walls, tucking the computer away so no douchebag fans could get to it. He took a seat on the couch that was pushed up by the fireplace.

"So? What's everyone comin' to the party as?" he asked.

"I'm comin as a Vikings," said Toki, shrugging.

"I dunno yet," said Freya.

"I'm coming as a serial killer!" said Murderface.

Freya smirked.

"Typical."

"I'm goings to bes a super metal guitar god," said Skwisgaar.

"I thought you can't come as yourself?" asked Freya. Pickles started laughing. Sure, he was good, but a metal god??

"Hey, shuts up!" he said.

Freya laughed, a giggle that sounded nothing like her usual voice. She sounded like a little kid when she laughed. Cute.

He couldn't help it. He watched her.

Damn whatever Toki thought.

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He has a serious case of puppy love. Uh oh! Somebody slap the drummer! PLEASE REVIEW!