YAY, ANOTHER UPDATE! I might only update 2 or 3 times today guys since I have projects and I'm only doing this morning update because I found out I won't be going to Sunday School until 10. Anyway, LET'S DO THIS! I don't own I'm in the Band and Fast Lane by Caitlyn Taylor Love. How wonderful is it that I'm using one of her songs?
Izzy's POV
Oh God, I WAS FREAKING OUT! I was so busy comforting Tripp at his house that I didn't realize I only had less than an hour to prepare for my date.
When I got home, I started digging through my closet for something to wear. I spotted something that was totally my style and wasn't too formal either. It was more of my rocker chick style really.
I put on my mascara, purple eye shadow and just a dab of lip gloss. I brushed my hair and ran to Tripp's house just to see what he would think.
Tripp's POV
I was watching TV with the band that night. Sorta. It looked like I was watching but I was really just thinking about Izzy. DANG IT, WHY WON'T SHE GET OUT OF MY HEAD?
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." All the guys said in unison.
"Guys." I said calling their attention.
"What?" They faced me.
"I'll get it." I told them.
"K." They replied with shrugs.
I went to the door and opened it and was immediately stunned by what I saw.
Izzy was standing there in a strapless black dress with a purple tutu skirt, ripped black leggings, black heels and her hair looked more beautiful than usual, if possible that is.
"How do I look?" She asked me looking nervous.
"You look… amazing." I said and she smiled.
"Thanks Tripp." She said. She looked shy and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked her but she shook her head.
"I need to get back to the house and wait for Bryce. See ya Tripp!" She said and went back to her house.
Bryce… I hated him more than Gia. Izzy didn't dress up for me, he dressed up for a jerk like Bryce. I couldn't even give the guy another chance considering I hated him even more for taking Izzy on a date.
Izzy's POV
As I climbed into the front seat of Bryce's car, I already knew something was wrong. It felt really wrong.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked him, ignoring whatever felt wrong.
"There's this really nice café' on Willington street. You can even perform there if you want to." He said.
I was surprised by that. I did feel like performing and he was giving me a chance so why not take it?
"Sure! That'd be great." I told him as we neared Willington street.
He got out of the car and opened the door for me. We entered the café together and it looked really awesome. It was much like Hard Rock except there was open mic night and there was a live performance all the time.
We sat down at a table and ordered while a guy with long dark hair performed. The guy was pretty good.
When he was done, Bryce gave me a look. "What?" I said.
"Why don't you go up there now?" He told me.
I blushed. "Now?" I asked.
"Yeah now." He said with a chuckle.
I sighed and got up on the stage. There was a man wearing a black shirt with a collar and jeans waiting for me there. "You gonna perform?" He asked me.
I nodded. "What song?" He asked.
"Fast Lane." I answered and he nodded. He called some guys in the back to play with me.
I looked at Bryce and he gave me a thumbs up as I approached the mic.
At first it was exciting, I couldn't get enough
You took me to the edge and told me, "Baby, we should jump."
I like a little danger, I think we crossed the line
My heart is more than aching from this rush I feel tonight
I could see some people in the crowd swaying to the beat. I was enjoying that time. But something still felt wrong.
You got me living in the fast lane
And it's a bad thing
This kind of love is a suicide
You got me living in the fast lane
Driving me insane
The way you're tearing me up inside
Every time, you're taking me for a ride
Every, every, every time
Every, every, every time
I looked at Bryce who had never seen me sing before. He looked pretty impressed so I smiled.
Oh you're like gasoline, you make me wanna go
To places that I've never been and never thought I'd know
I guess it's all in me, a devil in disguise
But this is getting crazy now, just get me on this ride
The song was just my style. I could see some dudes mesmerized by me and not my voice. If Tripp were there, he'd shoot them glares.
You got me living in the fast lane
And it's a bad thing
This kind of love is a suicide
You got me living in the fast lane
Driving me insane
The way you're tearing me up inside
Every time, you're taking me for a ride
T-taking me for a ride
T-taking me, uh!
Tripp! I realized what was missing. I wanted to heave a sigh but I guess I was enjoying it enough not to feel too bad.
At first it was exciting, but now I've had enough
I've had way too many close calls and I'm running out of luck
I ruffled up my hair a bit and some people in the café began to sing along.
You got me living in the fast lane
And it's a bad thing
This kind of love is a suicide
You got me living in the fast lane
Driving me insane
The way you're tearing me up
You got me living in the fast lane
And it's a bad thing
This kind of love is a suicide
You got me living in the fast lane
Driving me insane
The way you're tearing me up inside
Every time, you're taking me for a ride
Every, every, every time
Every, every, every time
Every, every, every time
Every, every, every time
I finished and everyone applauded. I put the mic back on the stand and sat with Bryce.
"That was amazing Izzy!" He said with a smile.
"Thanks." I said but I felt a bit like a traitor saying that. Why? I don't know.
Tripp's POV
"Come with me kid." Derek said and led me to the garage.
"What is it?" I asked him as I sat on the couch.
"I know you well enough to know that you're thinking about Izzy right now." He said.
I was shocked. How the hell did he know? "How?" I asked him.
"Kid, the way you look at her and talk to her says it all." He said with a smile.
"What do I do? A football player is dating the girl of an awesome guitar player's dreams." I told him with a sigh.
"Then tell her how you feel about her. That thing about confessing your feelings to your best friend breaks the friendship is not true." He said.
I smiled at him. "Thanks Derek. You feel even more like a father figure than you ever did."
"But an awesome and attractive one with a golden voice right?" He said.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say."
I heard a car pull up into Izzy's driveway.
"Go for it kid." Derek said with a nod.
I walked towards her house. "Okay, I'm gonna do this." I thought to myself.
As I approached the house, I realized that I should turn back. Why?
BRYCE KISSED IZZY.
Ooooh… Well, next chapter contains my lullaby. It's my favorite YMAS song! Okay, see you guys in a while!