❝ and suddenly, all these
songs were about you. ❞
･.｡.:*･ she didn't always share her songs but
when she did, music became her language.
her songs would be her stories and she would
be the one to tell them. he just listened and
...
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CHAPTER TWELVE BADASS ROCKSTAR
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After days of practicing in the abandoned music room, the group decided that they were gonna do another show to get enough money to pay for the soundproof equipment. They just needed to decide when and where. To be fair, Luna had been wanting to do another show after the rush she felt at their last one around the beginning of school. She absolutely loved the feeling it gave her and how it made her feel high and she was addicted to it like a drug. If there was any chance to perform on stage again, she would grab it in a heartbeat.
When Luna got out of bed and took a shower, she got dressed in a crimson red sleeved turtleneck and a pair of black overalls. It hadn't gotten that cold yet but Luna would still like to keep the bitter winter air away from her skin as much as possible. She pulled her hair up into two messy high pigtails and decided to go with some thick flick eyeliner and some black lipstick. A little bit of casual and a little bit of extra. The best of both worlds.
As Luna was heading downstairs to grab something to snack on before heading off to school, she saw two folded newspapers on the table. The headline on the first one read "Justice For Jason" and there was a mugshot of a middle aged man with dark slicked back hair, brown eyes and a stubble on his face. His name was FP Jones. She heard the news about him circulating around the school like wildfire. The second one was an article that said it was actually Clifford Blossom, Jason's father who pulled the trigger. Now that was new. "It's finally over," her mother said from the end of the table while holding a mug of tea.
"Jason Blossom was killed by his own father?" Luna questioned as she read the subtitle and the first few lines of the latest article. "And why am I finding this out almost two weeks after it happened?"
"You've been busy with school and working on your band. And honestly, when the newspaper said it was FP Jones who killed him and that he was the leader of the Southside Serpents, it didn't shock me. It only proved why I wanted you and Rosie to be careful around the Serpents you go to school with. But then the truth came out and I never thought the Blossoms could be capable of killing their own children. It makes me wonder what else they're capable of," her mother said.
"The Serpents we talk to aren't so bad so you have nothing to worry about, Mom. It is insane that Clifford Blossom had the guts to kill his fifteen-year-old son like he meant nothing. But at least we no longer have a murderer on the loose," Luna said as she grabbed a small box of Pocky sticks and some canned coffee. "I'll see you after school, Mom."
"Be safe out there!" her mother called as she was almost out the door.
"I know!" Luna called back before closing the door and walking down the sidewalk.
