July

perfect

TW: Use of Alcohol, Mature Language

Clays POV:

"What's wrong?" Y/n gets out of the car and starts to stretch.

"What? Nothings wrong?" I pop open the trunk and grab my light green guitar.

"Bullshit, your face is a brighter shade of white than your car." She's laughing as she re-zips the jacket I gave her.

"I don't know. I've never brought a 'guest' with me, I suppose I'm just a little nervous" I lock the car and we make our way towards the massive house.

We approach the mansion's doors, which even makes me feel small. I take in a deep breath before debating whether or not to knock on the door.

"Clay." Y/n grabs my hands into hers and looks at me with a caring expression. One of those motherly-like expressions. The ones that make time stop in its track.

"You'll do just fine. Besides, it's some rich prick. It wouldn't hurt for them to have something that isn't perfect for once in their life." I drop my gaze and laugh. As comedic as it was, it still comforted me.

She lets go of my hands and knocks on the dark-stained door.

One of my performance partners answer the doors

"Clay!!" Niki pulls me into a hug pulling me into the LED-lit house. y/n follows behind me as Niki drags me to the back of the DIY stage we'll be performing at.

"Oh, who's the pretty lady?" Niki realizes y/n after finally turning around from dragging me across the house.

"I'm Clays' friend, y/n. Nice to meet you." Y/n face lights up as she waves to Niki. 

"Hello y/n! Glad to hear Clays finally getting around to making friends." I elbow Niki in the arm as they both crack up at her joke.

Sam and Karl walk into Niki and y/n still laughing their asses off.

"Woah! Look at this Karl, Clays got himself a chick." Sam nudges Karl to bring his attention from his phone to Niki and y/n starting to calm down.

"Okay now, that's enough. This is y/n and she's my friend." I make sure to drag out the word friend to make them shut up.

I didn't like how the word friend sounded

"Sucks for you, big man. I'll take her." Sam starts introducing himself to y/n.

I pinch my nose and let out a defeated sigh.

"What about you Karl? Are you gonna ask about y/n?" I make my way back to the cleared 'dance' floor to grab a drink, Karl following close behind me glued to his phone.

"Huh? Oh... I'm already talking to someone so I'll pass." He turns off his phone and slides it into his pocket.

"So that's why you're stuck to your phone." I take a sip of what I thought was punch. My face puckers at the bitter drink.

is that alcohol?

Karl makes the same mistake as me, as his face puckers and glances down into the cup double checking he grabbed the right drink.

"Is that tequila?" Karl looks taken back from the unexpected taste.

"Seems like it." I throw my head back and shot glass the remaining tequila mixture.

maybe it'll help with some of this anxiety

"Isn't this like a teen's party?" Karl throws his cup into the garbage and we head to the backstage.

"Yeah, but the law doesn't apply to the rich, remember?" I say half-joking knowing I'm not completely wrong.

"Woah! Watch out." I grab Karl's shoulder and pull him back before he runs into a group of intoxicated girls.

"My bad, thanks, Clay." Karl's attention breaks from his phone and looks around the crowded 'dance' floor. Not even a second later his attention is back to his phone. His finger types vigorously against the dull screen.

"Damn Karl, take a break from the phone for a second maybe?" I pull back the curtain that leads to the back room and signal my hand for him to go first.

"Sorry, I'm just talking to someone." He shuts his phone off and shoves it back into his pocket. I could tell he didn't want to talk about who it was so I didn't pester him.

"Perfect timing you two. We're about to have to go on stage." Sams says to us as he's starting to set up his drum set.  y/n and Niki are putting together the mic, chatting and getting to know each other as they do it.

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"Sam, Clay do y'all have your mic on?" Niki questions us as she makes sure my guitar and her and Karl's mic are plugged in.

"I do." I pull on the collar of my shirt that the mic was clipped onto. Sam just nods as he hits his drums for a small warm-up.

You can hear the crowd of teens start to quiet as we start placing our equipment on the stage.

"y/n go head down to the crowd, we're about to start performing. Also don't drink any of the pun-" I'm cut off by Sam grabbing my arm and pulling me onto the stage.

I pull my guitars strap across my shoulder and wait for everyone else to get positioned.

song recommendation: Memories by David Guetta

Sam begins beating on his drums to the rhythm of the song. The intoxicated teens start to move around to the beat of the song.

Karl and Niki begin singing the lyrics making the young crowd get even more pumped. I chime in from time to time but mainly stay focused on strumming my guitar on cue.

I start looking for y/n in the crowd of jumping teens. I start to worry she's not there, until I see her. Her phone in one hand, and 'punch' in the other.

oh god

She's jumping up and down to the beat of the song blending in perfectly with the rest of the crowd, but still managing to stick out in her own unique way. Her eyes are shut and her arms are in the air.

I couldn't keep myself from smiling, and without even realizing I'm in sync with Karl and Niki as I sing along.

Every negative thought I had, had disappeared and I bopped to the music. I was focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Her.

Authors note-
1046 words. We've almost hit 100 reads which is incredible! thank you!