Bara

Part One: First Impressions

"What are you-ahahahAHAHA!" I die laughing

"AaaaAAaaAAAAAaaaahHHHhhHhHHhhhHhHHAHAAHahahHhhhHHH!!" Bella screamed as she drove

"Can you two not be idiots for a second?" Jimmy sarcastically asked

"Jimmy, have you met us?" Bella yelled to the backseat

"Sadly, I live with you." He responded

And so went on our normal banter until we reached church. I go to the same church as Bella, so now that she has a car, we sometimes carpool. As soon as we arrived, Jimmy spilled his Arnold Palmer in the backseat, making a good cue for me to run inside before I witnessed murder.

I could hear the anger in Bella's voice as I made my way inside, slightly enraged over the stain in her new car. But that was none of my business, so I took my not-involved-at-all-ass and hauled it inside.

Chris was up on stage, looking at his phone with a bass in his lap. It was the church bass, which he thought sounded better than his. Personally, I can't really tell the difference. They both make the amp vibrate a lot when he plays it. And sitting on it? Holy damn.

"Hey!" I say to Chris

"Yo."

I walk to the back of the room and lay my stuff on the back row. Chris and Bella usually sit next to eachother, so I put my jacket on the other end, spreading it out so I save a seat for Brooklyn too.

Brooklyn is this new drummer we have for the Youth band. She's kind of really attractive. And she plays the drums. And she listens to punk, beautiful music. Just, can you be more perfect. Like, the drums aren't the only thing she should be banging.

Aside all of that, the real world is moving on without me. Bella just walked in, frustration painted on her face, and maybe a tad bit of malice for Jimmy in her voice. I know that siblings can feud, but I hope she does't go all Tom N' Jerry on him or something.

"Chris do you know if Arnold Palmer stains?" Bella asked

"It depends where you spilled it."

"Jimmy spilled an entire freaking bottle of it in the back seat of my car!"

"You have leather seats, so I wouldn't worry."

"Yeah, but it got on the carpet too." I chimed in

And then I noticed Brooklyn. Sitting at the drums, two cherry red sticks in her hand. She was wearing all black, a little bit of decal on her shirt for some band that I was too entranced to notice.

Her hair was the same shade mine was before I dyed it, a gorgeous blonde. Her hair was naturally straight, unlike mine, which was about as straight as I was. And hopefully, she was the same way.

"Hey, Cara! Stop staring you idiot." Chris said, snapping me out of it

"I wasn't staring!"

"Yeah you were."

"Was not!"

"You kinda were, Cara." Bells said

So what if I was? I wasn't going to let them know, even though they already pretty much knew that I had a crush on her. Frankly, I don't know why they weren't doing the same. She was a work of art, and I was going to give her the attention all good art deserves.

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Sorry for not updating. Life has been rough lately. Forgive meh
-Dr. Morgan Reedus