lovesong (sam kiszka x reader)

4

we laid again on the floor of my room, but this time, it was fully furnished and decorated, with an aerosmith record spinning on my turntable. i turned to see his face, eyes closed.

"you alright?" i asked, stifling a giggle.

"relaxing. taking in the smells of that lovely incense that finished burning on your desk. meditating. writing a song."

"aw, is it about me?"

"you have to earn that, l/n. i've barely known you a day."

"yeah, yeah."

we laid there for what seemed like hours until i heard a knock come from the front door. "i got it."

"oh, hey, y/n. sam here?" jake stood at the front door.

"hey jake. he's laying catatonically on my floor. come in." i led him upstairs to show him his little brother laying passed out on the floor.

"did you kill him?" jake asked.

"don't think so. he did have to move that ancient bookshelf and dropped it on his foot."

"well, y/n, i do need my bass player. asshole, get up." jake moved over to sam and kicked him, jolting the taller boy awake.

"fuck you," he groaned, rolling over and doing a push-up to stand. "i'm gonna guess the percussionist has arrived?"

"indeed. you can bring y/n, if you'd like. don't get distracted, though."

"rude," i mumbled, making jake laugh.

"c'mon, he's gonna wreck the set if i leave him with josh any longer. you coming?" jake turned to me.

i shrugged. "sure. gotta see baby zep sometime before they're famous."

"i highly doubt 'baby zep' will ever be famous." sam scoffed.

their garage was the same as any ordinary garage, but instead of boxes or tools or car parts or an actual car, the kiszka's garage was full of amps, guitar and drum parts, sheet music, a bar with nothing but crappy beer in the fridge, and wires.

"jesus, it looks like a hurricane went through here." i said, stepping over a broken guitar body.

"the twins are here, so yes. i'm danny, it's nice to meet you." a tall boy with nearly black hair and a long, hooked nose held out his hand from behind the drumset. i shook it.

"she's a drummer too, you know." sam told him.

"she's played with joan jett." josh added.

"for an hour." i also added.

"that's still pretty sweet. that gives you major drummer points, like, anywhere." danny grinned.

"maybe we should actually play something?" sam asked, plugging his bass into a huge marshall standing amp.

"maybe." the rest of them said at the same time, making me laugh.

"wanna start with highway tune? she'd like that one." jake proposed. he immediately started playing, the others jumping in. i took a seat on a ratty-looking couch that had most certainly seen better days.

the song ended, and they all looked at me expectantly. "it was... fucking great. oh my god." i put my chin in my hands, looking at all of them.

"are you fucking with us?" danny asked.

"why would i fuck with you? that shit's, like, grammy worthy. sure, a little, zeppy, but it was you. it was unique. certainly not the shit you hear on the pop stations."