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"Are you sure this is a song you want to play tonight?" Came the cautious question from the girl in her signature white getup, sitting at a makeshift desk next to a broken down bike rack. Two bikes had occupied it a few months ago, but that was before they had been pawned in order to buy a new-ish pedal board. It was still better than nothing. "I mean, he's already pissed at you for what happened this afternoon." Pause. "Don't you think this'll-"

"We're singing it." Declared the figure from the worn out couch. Sitting up lazily, she pushed thick black strands behind an ear that had been newly pierced. Industrial. Something she'd been wanting for awhile and it hurt like hell. So worth it. "Besides, if he were a real man, he wouldn't have taken offense at what he saw earlier."

"Ooo, lookie there-" Another louder voice joined the two in the form of every color of the rainbow. It made golden eyes narrow in budding irritation. "Grumpy Cat is using her proper words tonight. What's the occasion? Anything special?"

"Shut up." She decided to put an end to the questions that wouldn't have let up until someone said something, knowing her white-haired friend had checked out of the conversation as soon as the other one showed up. It wasn't quite time for her to talk to anyone else yet.

"You can't say I'm wrong." The orange-haired girl's voice was so annoying sometimes. This was one of those times, but that didn't matter. Never did. "You know, I thought I saw Adam driving off in his Sedan like a bat out of hell." An eye-twitch from the black-haired girl. "You two didn't get into it again, did you? Your usual Lover's Quarrel?"

"N-" Blake had no time to form an answer.

"He's gonna ditch us."

"Don't say things like that, Neon." A cold glare came from the quiet girl and the other two felt the chill that followed the daggers that were known as Weiss's eyes. An angry Weiss was never a good sign.

"It's true." Still, she pressed on. Though from courage, or stupidity, Blake couldn't exactly tell. "This thing with Ilia-"

"There is nothing going on between us." The girl in black seethed. "Adam's jealous of everyone who looks at me. Even Weiss!" She cleared her throat. "Not that she looks at me like that." It made the girl at the desk roll her eyes in exasperation. Seriously.

"So what Ilia told me was true?" The orange girl had been messing with the gum in her mouth, but was now hurdling over the couch to land next to her darker counterpart. "He really barged in on you guys?"

"Accusing us of having sex, yes." Weiss snapped indignantly, standing up so fast her chair scraped into the floor with a harsh squeal, silencing the tow on the couch. "Excuse me while I go notify the Press."

Which was code for: I'm going to get ready for tonight. Don't bother me if you know what's good for you.

It was an awkward minute before the two let out a breath after the icy presence calmed some. Weiss could be straight-up terrifying sometimes. Getting on her nerves when they had a show that night was one of the last things any of the band wanted to do. Which was why their bass player and drummer usually stayed out of the garage until it was time to load up the van. Brave -ignorant- ones like Blake and Neon could take it.

"So. Have you two done it?" Was the ice-breaker question that made Blake want to face-palm. This girl...

"I'm sorry, done it?" She parroted with a haughty grin playing at her lips. "Done what now, my little Nyan Cat?" When she only pouted with a blush tinting her cheeks, Blake let a more feral smirk stretch across her face. "Sweetie, if you can't say the word out loud, you shouldn't even be thinking about it."

"Now it's your turn to shut up!" The girl named Neon hissed, eyes igniting in fury. "Stupid cat."

"You're the one that wears that ridiculous orange tail when we perform!" Golden liquid sharpened into something more lethal as the two glared heatedly at one another.

"What are you talking about? You wear kitty ears all the time!" Neon's choker jingled from the change of direction she was leaning. They were nose to nose with neither backing down. "It's like you have four ears. Freak of nature!"

"What kind of human wants a tail? You're a special kind of stupid!

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE HELL UP!" Weiss suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making the other two do just that so they could jump away, lest they get hit by a deadly drumstick flying through the air. Blake suddenly cringed at the memory of the first time Weiss had done that. Her poor head still felt like there was a lump on it from where the wood had made contact all that time ago. It was then that they learned Weiss's aim was true. Precise and they weren't dumb enough to challenge her patience twice. "Unless you want to do my job for me I suggest you retract the claws until after the show." Going back to the door she'd come out of, the two heard her mutter, "stupid cats."

And they hissed at each other before crossing their arms, slouching into the couch with a sense of defeat. Damn.

Dress or pants?

Blake had this problem every time she looked in the closet she shared with her white counterpart. Every morning. But, for some reason, tonight felt like the decision was that much harder. Black or white. Possibly a variation of both. She just knew had her new six-inch heeled boots that swallowed up the entirety of her legs to her knees, but what way to best show them off?

Sharp, white teeth presented themselves to partake of the plump lower lip as she thought over her options. Her right ear was still sore and it was starting to bother her, but the piercing looked so good. In fact, she wanted to tie her thick, luscious locks back just to show it off. But which one? Piercing or boots? Dress or pants?

A crooked grin manifested. It was a no-brainer.

Weiss is gonna kill me.

The dreadful thought was the first thing that popped into her head when he told her.

I'm gonna kill him.

Was the second thought when he told her the real reason for his idiocy.

The third thought didn't even bother to present itself as her hands, calloused from countless hours playing and practicing, wrapped sternly around her trusty guitar. A Gibson was heavy, as was her first love, but it was home. Heavenly. And the divine melody it was able to resound were enough to wrap her up in silky ties, whispering that everything would be okay. So much so, that she felt she could take on the world. As long as she had the girl on her left and her guitar. Nothing else mattered.

It had been that way since she first picked her guitar up from the trash. Broken, heavy, missing some things...it was beautiful. Just like her.

He was the one that told her, The more messed up they are, the better they look.

What a jerk.

"You took me to your little crib
Guess it must have been a big deal. (A big deal)
Got me starring in your wet dream
Now it's time to get real. (Get real)
I'm not looking for love, no. Not today.
But you call me up and had the nerve to say:
'See you next Tuesday.'"

Her now skilled fingers moved like they were supposed to. Her voice joined her best friend's on certain points like it was made to do just that. Her heels needed to be broken in, but damn did she feel hot as hell tonight.

Adam had been pushing buttons since they met and she'd been putting up with it forever. Tonight, however, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Especially after what he told her. The thought made her clench her teeth in pure frustration, but that was put into her muscle memory. Channeled instinctively so fer fingers wouldn't slip. There was no way she was going to mess this up for her best friend.

At least not anymore than she already had.

"You call me a Bitch like it's a bad thing
You call me a Freak like that means something
Can't get your way, so you're sulking.
I think we know the rest.
Get it off your chest.
I don't give a shit
I love it when you call me a Bitch like it's a bad thing."

It was no small thing.

Adam was everything Blake could have ever wanted for the rest of her life. He was charming, tall, muscular, freaking gorgeous, and not a bad cook since he had to learn himself. Adam Torres had swept her off her feet from day one, he could kick down mountains for her, was there at her beck and call. But something was off. He wasn't that perfect. Or maybe he was. It was just that nothing could ever be that perfect. There was always a downside.

She noticed it one night when he kept Weiss back a little longer so he could have a word with her about the set list. Blake knew that that wasn't the real reason he wanted to talk to her and when she blew up at him sometime later, Blake began to rethink her infatuation with him.

"He told me to stay away from you." Weiss confessed that same night when they were getting ready for bed. (They slept in the same bed, same room when they decided to stay at Adam's place.) "I don't know what his deal is."

Blake had played it off with teasing her about dueling him for her. Weiss snorted and flicked her nose before rolling over and going to sleep. On the other hand, the black-haired girl turned restless. No sleep came for her that night. It wasn't like she knew his deal either and why would he even say something like that? To Weiss of all people?

They had their history, but there was no way Blake was going to even entertain the scary idea of a life without Weiss Schnee. It was her from the start and something as frivolous as a boy crush wasn't going to keep Blake away from her friend.

"You show up everywhere I go.
Get a grip, you're acting so weird. (So weird)
I don't need your jaeger bombs
I think I can take it from here. (From here)
You gotta learn to leave when the party ends
I don't really care what you tell your friends
Tell me again,"

His change was gradual. At first it was just words; teasing. The teases turned to empty threats, but as the jealousy thickened, so did the threats. His once friendly eyes, full of curiosity and wonder for the golden-eyed girl turned sharp and possessive. She had no real idea where it all started. Perhaps it was that one time with Weiss? Some other time? Either way, Blake had gone from friend, to crush, to potential girlfriend, and then to She's mine. Stay away or I will hurt you.

At first, she'd been flattered. Who wouldn't be when there was someone there who said he cared? Someone she could hold and kiss and in turn, he'd make sure nothing happened to her. But it had been smoke and mirrors with Adam Torres. The later bar fights, street fights, and 911 calls were proof of that. He was turning into something Blake didn't like, but she wouldn't turn him away just like that. Keeping him close, but giving no more seemed like the best option at the time.

Stupid.

He only got worse when Weiss had recruited Ilia. Now she was something the black-haired girl had never come across before. She was fearless. Fun. Seemingly everything Adam was lacking. The only thing was that Blake didn't want anything physical with their newest member. Her first kiss had been with Weiss and it was a memory she cherished.

No way would another girl, especially one in the same band, touch her more than was appropriate. Ilia understood and soon became nothing more than a strictly platonic friend. At least a friend when Weiss wasn't around because when she was, she would only comfortably talk to Blake. No matter how many times Blake told her Ilia was the nicest person alive, Weiss wouldn't budge. But she was fine with that.

Blake would do anything for that girl.

When that thought was solidified in her mind, Blake knew she could have nothing to do with Adam anymore. He wasn't allowed to treat her best friend like that.

No. Damn. Way.

"You call me a Bitch like it's a bad thing.
You call me a Freak like that means something
Can't get your way, so you're angry.
I think we know the rest,
Get it off your chest.
I don't give a shit.
I love it when you call me a Bitch."

Weiss had been in a particularly rare mood that morning. Something about mustering up the courage to talk to someone if they showed up later. Blake, usually frisky when it was just the tow of them, went on to pester her about who it was and how they even got her attention from the crowd. Going as far as poking her side while asking for a description. Weiss had laughed a bit before actually retaliating and tickling Blake right back.

They ended up playfully wrestling, squeezing each other's sides, legs, neck, anywhere ticklish and ended up snorting in unladylike ways until the door suddenly burst open with a furious drummer glaring at them.

"You two ARE having sex!" He'd exclaimed accusingly.

On the bed, Blake had managed to pin Weiss under her. They were breathing heavily and their clothes were nicely disheveled, (Blake even hand her hands under Weiss's shirt, pinching her sides) but they were too busy still acting like high school girls with crushes to really get the gravity of the situation.

"Really?" Blake had asked saucily before looking back down at Weiss with a playful smirk. "Aw, babe. You should have told me." She cooed. "I would have taken my shirt off."

They couldn't help but giggle profusely while the door slammed shut once more, the house nearly giving way from the force. Though, Weiss got the message sometime later and it ruined her mood for the evening.

"I think you hate me 'cause you want me
You only want what you can't have
I'm just being who I want to be
But you can't deal with that."

Adam was leaving The White Fang.

He'd sold them out for some other band and was going to break it to Weiss as soon as they were done for the night. It made Blake angry. Where were they supposed to practice now? Neon and Ilia were in college, therefore, they stayed in the dorms. Weiss and Blake were in between Tuckson's Book Trade and Adam's extra room, so there was basically no place for them to practice. But there was something worse about all of that.

They would have no drummer.

And it was all Blake's fault.

"You call me a Bitch like it's a ba-ba-ba bad thing
You call me a Freak like it means something
Can't get your way, so you're SO pissed off
I think we know the rest
Get it off your chest
I don't give a shit
I love it when you call me a Bitch like it's a bad thing."

Weiss was the one that warned Blake about him in the first place and she had been confident enough to not heed her advice. Now she was going to hate swallowing her pride in order to admit that she'd been right all along. Weiss Schnee just plain knew her better than she knew herself. I'm an idiot.

Oh yes. Weiss was going to shoot her for making Adam leave.

As the song dreadfully came to an end, Adam said his usual line. The crowd cheered as usual and as usual, for the last few shows, there she was. Well, they, if the golden-eyed girl was being completely honest. It was hard not to notice the way her ridiculously beautiful hair glowed an equally awesome golden color like a lighthouse out in a storm of raging waves. She was hanging on to the same girl in red that had shown up that night too.

Once. Twice. Their eyes met and Blake couldn't help but glance back around to where Adam was now hyping up the crowd with snippets of songs he'd beat his drums to, and then back. Just to be sure. Again, they met. Golden eyes snapped to her lead singer, who was already looking in the same direction with that little satisfied grin she had when she was pleased with the way the show was going. No. It was a slightly different kind of grin. One of plain curiosity and to be honest, one she only held for animals at the zoo or at a pet shop. One reserved for the particularly cute ones she'd talk to in the most adorable voice Blake had ever heard from her.

Curious now too, Blake followed her best friend's gaze and found herself staring right into the eyes of the girl who's hair burned as bright as the sun. The unknown woman smiled and Blake knew it was meant only for her to see. A bright flush kissed her cheeks right then and she made sure to make it look like she was more interested in tuning her bass than engaging in a staring contest with a pretty stranger. Umm...

And then she completely missed her cue on the next song that was already on the way.

Weiss is gonna kill me.

A/N: Oh look, a new chapter! (Not quite sure I liked how it turned out...oh Blake, why must you be so hard for me to write?)
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read and we'll see where it goes from here.

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Song Inspiration: You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing. By: Halestorm.

~Jane