Title; The Only Thing I'm Missing
Repertoire; 03 Band Practice
Authoress; ChromeHearts
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Lysander x Candy
Rating; K+
A/N: So it looks like most of my holidays will be spent house sitting. Meaning more time to actually sit down and write…. And get distracted by U-KISS and Big Bang. (:
Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
"What are you grumbling about?" Castiel asked as I dropped my textbook and binder onto the table during our free-study period. To him, it was okay to sit with me during class time, as he despised the rest of the students with such hatred that it made politicians across the globe quake in fear, yet rejected the idea of sitting alone completely. However, why he downright refused to be seen out in the schoolyard in his sisters company was beyond me.
"The fact that Calculus is incredibly ridiculous, un-necessary, and I have absolutely no idea what an Intergral even is!" I finished pathetically.
Castiel shook his head, his red hair swung back and forth in front of his eyes as he did so.
"That's no reason to break the table with your uncontrollable rage, Janey," he smiled.
I narrowed my eyes at him before dropping into my seat with a defeated huff.
"Why must you despise me, Calculus?" I groaned to nobody in particular, resting my forehead against the shiny cover of my textbook. "Why must you include meaningless squiggly lines and letters of the alphabet?"
"You've lost it," Castiel sighed quietly from next to me as he drummed his fingertips on the edge of the desk in an attempt at a –failed- blast beat.
"I thought you played a guitar," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"So?" Castiel defended. "I can still pretend to play the drums."
I laughed quietly. "You can't even pretend to play them, actually."
Castiel's brows knitted together and his lips pressed together into a thin, agitated line; his brain working quickly to create the wittiest, sarcastic response possible. But before he had a chance to verbalize it, I cut him off by repetitive hits to his forearm.
"What?" he snarled, turning his body slightly so that his arm was at a safe distance from my reach. "You're done taking all of your Calculus anger out on the desk, so my arm is the next best thing?"
I shot him a puzzled look, then, cottoning on after a few moments narrowed my eyes at him.
"No…" I mumbled. "But I do have a message for you."
Castiel rolled his eyes. "If it's from that daisy cutting cream puff, Nathanial, tell him I'm not interested in anything he has to say."
I smiled. "It wasn't from him, anyway. It was a message from Lysander."
Just by saying his name stirred up my stomach and sent my heart a flutter. In any case, just the mention of his name, whether it be by myself or somebody else made me nervous.
Castiel's brow smoothed out and his face relaxed.
"Oh really? What did he want?"
"He wanted me to inform you of band practice tonight."
"Band practice?" he mused. "But we never have it on Monday's… Oh well. I had Music before lunch, so my guitar is here with me. That's cool."
I nodded once and stared expectantly at my brother.
"What now?" he asked as he was about to slip his headphones back into his ears.
"Can I come watch band practice? Just this once?"
"No," Castiel replied flatly.
"Please," I pleaded.
I chewed my bottom lip anxiously as Castiel contemplated the idea, before coming to his -still, unchanged– answer.
"No."
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
The remainder of the day was spent much in the same fashion as the study session; begging, pleading, groveling attempting to persuade Castiel to allow me to attend band practice.
As a result, he was in a particularly foul mood by the time classes officially drew to a close that afternoon.
"Please," I insisted as he stalked his way through the hallways to his locker.
"No!" He said, his tone overcast.
As we entered the second, locker-lined hallway, the breath caught in my throat.
Lysander was leaning casually against Castiel's locker in a semi-dazed state. He looked up when we reached him.
"Hello Janiel," he said nodding towards me. "Castiel, you look incredibly agitated. More so than usual. Did Amber try to cut off another lock of your hair to add to her you-shrine?"
After grumbling a somewhat vicious remark at the latter half of Lysander's speech, he shook his head.
"Janiel wants to come to band practice."
"Is that so?" Lysander asked and, pinching his chin between his middle and index finger, he folded his other arm across his chest in a thoughtful manner.
Castiel nodded darkly. "Yes, and I've been trying to tell her all afternoon that-"
"I don't see the harm in it," Lysander shrugged. "She can come if she likes."
"Really?" I asked, a little too enthusiastically for my (or my brother's) liking.
"Sure," Lysander said in his usual monotone, "but you'll probably get bored."
I smiled inwardly. It was highly unlikely that I could possibly be bored watching their band practice.
"There will be a couple of other people there, too," Lysander continued. "So, if you feel the need to talk, you've got that option. Just try not to disturb practice, if that's okay."
"Other people?" I asked quietly.
I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of others being present during practice or not. Sure, it meant that I could make friends, which was something I honestly hadn't had a chance to so much as think about today. But, the thought of having to share the experience of witnessing their band practice, a fete that was hard to achieve anyhow, was somewhat disappointing.
Shoving his textbooks into his locker, and slamming the door closed with a little more force than necessary, Castiel drew in a deep breath.
"Okay," he sniffed, "let's go."
He slung the strap of his guitar bag that he had collected on his way past the music room over his shoulder and straightened himself up.
Lysander stepped aside and waited for Castiel and I to pass before following along behind us.
As the three of us entered the large, practically empty space, I looked around.
The rest of the 'band' had already gathered, waiting for the guitarist and vocals to join them.
I waved briefly to the somewhat-familiar faces of the bandmates, whom returned the gesture with either a wave of their own or a brief smile, before I turned my gaze to the wall opposite them.
There, stood the slightly shadowed figures of three people who, plus me, was to be the audience.
I moved towards them; all of us standing in an awkward silence as the heavy music began to play.
As band practice drew to a close after an hour and a half, I walked to Tyson, the drummer's, side, to help him with his kit. Out of all of them, he was the one I got along best with, perhaps even better than I got along with Castiel most times.
I rolled the bass drum over onto its side, setting the drumsticks down on top of it. Out of everyone, he had the hardest task. After the conclusion of each practice session, he had to return the school's drum kit to the music room, and more often enough, he'd have to do it alone, much to the delight and amusement of his band mates.
Moving the sybals to stand next to the bass drum, I glanced upwards. In the corner of the room, Lysander was talking quietly to the girl who I had stood next to for the past hour and a half.
He draped an arm over her shoulder good-naturedly; she said something, and they both laughed – his a little more conservative than hers.
"Tyson?" I asked and he looked up from dismantling his drum kit.
"Yeah?" he asked straightening himself up.
"That girl who Lysander is with… Who is she?"
Tyson furrowed his brow slightly. "Oh, her. She's um…"
My question was answered as the girl, balancing precariously on tiptoes, placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"That's Lysander's girlfriend."
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
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