"Hey Luke, you play guitar right?" asks Alex.
"Yeah... how'd you know?"
"Julie seems to know all about it. Something about how she can tell when you fuck her? Anyways, you wanna be in our band?"
"Woah woah woah slow down. How can she tell?"
"I don't know, that's not the point! Band? We need a new guitar player. Our last one quit."
"Who's in the band?" asks Luke.
"Reggie, me, and you? We're called Sunset Curve."
"Tell your friends," says Reggie plopping down on the table next to Alex.
"Fine, I'm in."
"Great! We're gonna play at the open mic at the coffee shop on Friday. Can you come over today to practice?"
"Yeah sure!"
"Great! I'll text you the address. Don't forget your guitar!"
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"Julie! You free Friday? Who am I kidding of course you are. You're coming to Corner Cafe with me."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"No offense babe, but I'm your only friend. And we don't already have plans. But we do now, so warm up your voice! We're doing open mic night."
"What? No I can't."
"I know you have stage fright, but you have an amazing voice! You're gonna be a star! People need to hear you."
"Thank you, but I can't. I'll watch you though!"
"Fine. But I'm gonna keep bugging you all night."
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"Next up is Sunset Curve preforming a cover of 'Can't You See' by FIDLAR!Good luck boys!" says the MC.
"Flynn! You didn't tell me Luke would be here!" I exclaim
"It... didn't come up? Just stay calm. He can't see you anyways."
The boys start to play the song and the crowd dances along.
Diamond rings help me sing
Jesus Christ makes me nice
Baby, can't you see?
This is good for me
And baby, can't you see?
This is what I need
My mom introduced me to this song when I was little, and I've been in love ever since.
Meditate, you can get rich quick
Don't talk, just like my shit
On the streets, yeah I feel so chique
Sellin' jeans that I bought last week, last week, last week
That was so last week
Now I need a new thing, new thing, new thing
Can I get your name?
I can do your thing
Luke walks around the stage as he sings and he sees me in the crowd. He gives me a wink as he says the last line of the chorus. Yep, that was hot.
Summertime helps me rhyme
Oh gluten-free, it's killin' me
And no need to pray
I got nothin' to say
And baby I get paid
'Cause I'm a DJ
Flynn nudges my shoulder.
"You're drooling hun."
"Shut up."
Meditate, you can get rich quick
Don't talk, just like my shit
On the streets, yeah I feel so chique
Sellin' jeans that I bought last week, last week, last week
That was so last week
Now I need a new thing, new thing, new thing
Can I get your name?
I can do your thing
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nothing good starts in a getaway car(smut warning)
Fanfiction"Julie get your ass in the car, let's go!" "I'm coming, shut the fuck up you're gonna get us caught!" I hop in the car and slam the door before noticing there's a person in the backseat. "Flynn? Who's that?" "I'm Luke." ________________________ Jul...
