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“Dont forget the hookups, Makayla! There in the closet!” I yelled out to my friend and fellow band member, makalya. “Shut up, I know what im doing!” she yelled back in my ear as she was walking by, carrying her neon green guitar and a bundle of chords. I just chuckled back as i went to the bathroom to do my grungy makeup.
Hey, name’s ken. Ken dickie. Yeah stupid, right. I run a punk grunge band with my friends makayla, dakota, josh, and lang lang. We call lang lang, lang lang cause his names josh too. We play mostly green day, but also the occasional nirvana or pearl jam. Mostly popular ones because we try to get everybody to come to our bookings.
I decided on a candy type sweet look for my makeup, and grabbed my liners. I ended up with like a white drippy melting look with gold sprinkles under my eyes and an iconic dark blue on my lips, and nothing else.
I walked out and ran to my room to put on my signature outfit, a baggy dark blue sweater and shorter than average shorts. Also a custom made shirt that has trump sucking a dick, cause we’re all edgy trash.
“Are you ready, ken?!” i heard makayla yell for me as she ran into my room. I looked up at her while putting on my black combat boots. “Now thats what I call gay.” she said as I stood up. “Is everything ready to go?” i asked her. “Yeah, we just have to get everybody else” she said as she put her curly hair in a messy bun. We ran to the van.
We drove by lang langs house first cuz why not? He ran out of his house and threw himself in the back. “Is my board back there.” he asked makayla. Thats what he calls his board that does all the tech-ish stuff. I call it that cuz im not a tech whiz, like him. We then went to pick up josh and Dakota, and started speeding to the pavilion.
* some gay concert shit that i dont feel like describing *
We all ran off the stage, sweaty and gross. By the time we got off the stage, my makeup was smeared and Makayla’s bun was slung into a ponytail from swinging her head around so much. I slung a towel at josh cuz his forehead was dripping.
Of course, when we got out, we had to deal with the crowd wanting selfie’s and signing stuff. Makayla didnt like that stuff, so i ran her to the car to try to get her there before anybody took pictures of her. But one caught up with us.
He was tall, a light caramel color. He had short black hair and glasses. He grabbed my shoulder and yanked me around, handing me a peice of paper and glancing over at makayla. I shoved it in my tiny pocket on my shorts as he ran off.
Weird.
I led macie over to the van and handed her the keys. She closed the door and i ran off to the crowd.
After at least fifteen minutes of selfies and signing foreheads and hugs, we all ran back to the van and started driving away. ” langlang, what we made?” i asked him. “$1200 to simplify it.” he said, which made us all drop our jaw. Thats the most weve ever made in one night. We decided to separate it tommorow, and just get some sleep tonight. I dropped everybody off, then we drove to makaylas house. Her house was really big, and it had a pool out back, so I did my best to stay over there.
We walked into her house, taking off my combat boots and socks, and started walking to the backyard. “Hold on, let me throw some trunks and a tank top on!” she yelled at me, cause she knew exactly what I was doing. I was about to go float around in the pool and relax a lil bit.
I got out there and threw off my hoodie and shirt. Right as she stepped out of the glass door, a ran and did a full frontflip into the pool. “Quit showing off, asshole.” she yelled at me, doing a cannonball into the pool. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, then i remembered the note the boy handed me.
I swam over to my sweater and grabbed a note, opening it up. It had an unadressed number with a heart on it. “Makayla, a boy gave you his number.” I told her. “What the hell you mean?” she asked me as she swam up to me. “Remember that dude that ran up to us while we were running to the car? I think this is his number. Its for you.” I told her, i pulled myself out of the water and showed her the paper. “It doesnt have my name on it.” she said quietly. “Well it cant be for me!” I half yelled.
Nobody likes me, they’d have to be blind, deaf, and mute to somehow even think of me now. “Besides, he looked at you when he handed it to me. It wouldnt be the first time I was a messenger for your lovey dovey trash.” I said to her, remembering the time i had to pass notes around throughout the day because makayla and another dude, cause they were both scaredy pussies.
“Oh… Well, I guess ill text him. But if you’re wrong im gonna punch you when we go back to school.” she said as i handed her the paper and walked into the house, leaving me to stare at the moon…
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All im gonna say is hopefully i can keep up with this one…
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