✮The boys oneshots✮

Trouble ✮JuicyxNarrator✮

Don't play the song until I say to do so, and just imagine him saying he instead of she :,)

Also, sorry for double music chapters but I really wanted to do a bar karaoke one loll.

Grants POV

I've been going to the same bar for a few week, playing songs for people. There is this one boy that I keep seeing though.

He has brown soft hair, and he almost always wears fishnets even if it's just under his jeans.

I don't really see his brown hair a lot, it's always covered up with a hat or a black beanie.

I decided today I would sing him a song, even if he doesn't know that I'm singing it for him. Maybe I'll even tell him how I feel after..

I got onto the stage with my guitar, waving at the crowd.

I saw the boy in the very back of the bar, drinking a monster.

He was wearing a jumper that read 'Death', and black skinny jeans. He wasn't wearing any form of headwear today though, so I could see his adorable hair.

"This song goes out to a boy I uh, have a crush on mightI say.."

The crowd cheered, and the boy smiled up at me when I stared down at him.

"He might not know it yet, but he's actually in this crowd right now." I looked at him, smiling.

"Anyways, enjoy this song.."

I strummed the guitar, waiting for the music to start playing.

Play the song now ^^

"I'm in trouble I'm an addict I'm addicted to this boy, he's got my heart tied in a knot and my stomach in a whirl."

"But even worse I can't stop calling him, he's all I want and more I mean DA-A-A-AMN. What's not to adore?"

 "I've been playing too much gee-tar, I've been listening to jazz. I called so many times, I swear he's going mad."

 "And that cellular-er will be the death of us I swear. I swear.."

"And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~"

 "Oooh oooh oooh~"

 "I'm running my mouth just like I got him, but I surely don't because he's so-o-o-o-o-o-o rock an roll and out of my league."

 "Is he out of my league?"

 "Let's hope not.."

The crowd started clapping.

" I'm in trouble I'm so cliché, see that word just wares me out. Just makes me feel like another boy to laugh and joke about."

 "But worse I can't stop calling him. I love to hear that voice, and honestly I'm left with no choice."

"I've been playing too much gee-tar, I've been listening to jazz. I've called so many times, I swear he's going mad."

"And that cellular-er will be the death of us I swear. I swear.."

 "And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~"

 "Oooh oooh oooh~"

" I'm running my mouth just like I got him, but I surely don't because he's so-o-o-o-o-o-o rock and roll and out of my league."

 "Is he out of my league?"

"Let's hope not."

 "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.~"

 "Oooh ooh ooh oh ooh oooh oh.."

I strummed the guitar, everyone cheering and clapping.

I got off the stool, going to the back of the bar to go to talk to him for once.

"Hi, uh I'm Grant.." I took out my hand for him to shake nervously, but he just smiled. I was confused until he spoke up.

"I know the song was for me, you kept giving me goo-goo eyes the whole time." He chuckled, patting the seat next to him for me to sit in.

I turned red, nodding.

"I've kind of been crushing on you, so I come here everyday to see you while I play."

He got up, going to the stage. "How about I sing you song for the trouble?" He giggled, dragging his hand through mine before letting it go.

"O-Ok.." I watched as he went up onto the stage, and held the mic with two hands.

He adjusted the mic so that it was the same height as his mouth, waving at the crowd before saying what he had to say.

"So that guy who just came up sang that song for me." He pointed to me, his nails being painted black.

I waved at them awkwardly as they looked at me.

"So, I'll be singing a song for him" He had what looked like a ukulele with him.

(bruh, I love this song. I know it's a deep voice, but the lyrics fit really well.)

He strummed the ukulele, waiting for the song to start.

"I want you by my si-i-ide, so that I never feel alone again. They've always been so ki-i-ind, but now they've brought you away from here."

"I hope they didn't get your mi-i-ind, your heart is too strong anyway. We need to fetch back the ti-i-ime they've stolen from us."

He took off his jumper, revealing a white t-shirt underneath.

He grabbed the mic, smiling a toothy grin my way as he sang this next part.

"And I want you we can bring it on the floor, Never danced like this before we don't talk about it. "

Dancin' on do the boogie all night long, stoned in paradise.  Shouldn't talk about it."

"And I want you we can bring it on the floor, never danced like this before. We don't talk about it."

"Dancin' on do the boogie all night long, stoned in paradise. Shouldn't talk about it."

"Shouldn't talk about it."

"Coldest winter for me-e-ee, no sun is shining anymore. The only thing I feel is pa-a-ain, caused by absence of you."

"Suspense is controlling my mi-i-ind, I can't find the way out of here."

"I want you by my si-i-ide, so that I never feel alone again."

He got down on his knees, singing in front of the crowd. He let out all his emotions into the song though, and I knew he meant it.

"And I want you we can bring it on the floor, never danced like this before. We don't talk about it."

"Dancin' on do the boogie all night long, stoned in paradise. Shouldn't talk about it." He got back up.

"And I want you we can bring it on the floor, never danced like this before. We don't talk about it."

"Dancing on do the boogie all night long, stoned in paradise. Shouldn't talk about it"

"Shouldn't talk about it."

Everyone clapped, and my first instinct was to go up on stage. So I ran up there and I grabbed his hand joyfully.

"Uhm, will you go on a date with me?" I ran a hand through my hair.

He looked back at the crowd then kissed me passionately. "Yes I'd love to go on a date with you."

OOP