BROOKLYN BABY // Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords)

Set 1

"Stevie!"
"Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma"
"Stevie!"
"La la la la la la la"
"Stevie Morgan Watson!"

I jumped and turned around to meet my uncles eyes "yeah?" I questioned "I'm heading next door, wanna come?"

For a moment and only a moment my stomach turned. Hunter. I hadn't seen him or Kevin all weekend.

Granted I only left my house for closing shifts at my job. "Sure, Let me get my shoes on" I said walking to my closet and grabbing them before we left.

The front door of the Sylvester house opened to reveal Hunters dad "Come in" M
r Sylvester said stepping aside

"Stevie, how is choir going? Hunter tells me there's going to be a recital soon" Dr Sylvester said. Dick. "Oh, I, uh, I got kicked out of choir. They said I wasn't loud enough" I explained.

Hunter knew this, he saw me crying in the hallway after they told me. It wasn't my fault, I have stage fright. Hunter's a dick.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. We all know you have an amazing voice" I smiled at Mr Sylvester for the complement "by the way, where is Hunter? He asked for help with his math stuff" Lies.

"He's in his room" I nodded and bolted off. I stood next to the door way of the entrance to Hunters room, which was the whole basement.

I heard his guitar was blasting. Then it slowly dies down as un-in sync drums starting playing... Kevin. I winced

"we need a bass player" "mm" "a bass player will be huge for us" "yeah, no doubt" "no doubt" "no doubt"

I step into the doorway "you need a lead singer too" I said as I made my way down the small flight of stairs. They both look my way "let me guess, you want in" Hunter said in a mocking tone

"god no. I'd rather go through every jigsaw trap twice before I sing in a band with you" to be fair, I'd love that. But he shouldn't know that.

"I figured since you got boated from choir you'd want an outing-" "you're such a fuckwad, you know that?" I interrupted him "then why are you always over here?" Hunter questioned

"if I had the choice I'd be in my room, instead of here pretending to be happy" I shot at him. Kevin raised his hand as if we were in school "you may speak freely" I said, he smiled

"I think you would make a great lead singer, Stevie" he said I smiled "thanks. Maybe if it were a band with you and... Finn Wolfhard, I totally would" I said "get a room" Hunter scoffed

"don't worry Hunter, I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend-" Hunter charged at me and I ran back up the stairs with Kevin dying of laughter behind me

~

I leaned against Hunters car. Ever since he got his license he's been forced to drive me to school and to work or home after school. I have a license but driving terrifies me.

I know he hates it, because I know he hates me "my dad wants to know if you want some breakfast!" Hunter yelled as he hung halfway out of his front door

"no, I'm good" I said back. Hunter said some variation of what I said in his door before coming over to the car "why don't you ever eat breakfast?" He asked

"how do you know I don't eat at home?" I questioned as we hopped in the car "you're breath, it's always smells like toothpaste, never food. By the way you breath hard"

I rolled my eyes at him and pop in my headphones "let me guess, something mediocre?" I flip Hunter off and clicked on my old school rock playlist, Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel the Noise pooled my ears and I leaned back and closed my eyes

~

Lunch came around fast. I walked out of the lunch like with a bottle of water and a cookie, of course I had to trip. I caught myself before I fell, but sadly I bumped into Lisa, Clay Moss (Mr Popular)'s girlfriend

"ow! two left feet much?" She said with sass "jeez, sorry. It was just an accident" I said with a scoff and go to walk away "whatever, orphan bitch" I stop in my tracks as she's walks away.

I winced before I went and sat next to Kevin "don't listen to her, you're not an orphan" Kevin said "by definition" I sighed and started to take a drink of my water.

A hand hit the bottom of my bottle and water spilled down my throat and out my nose as I inhaled. I started coughing. I heard Hunter laughing as he sat down "you're such a fuckwad" I spat at him

"you tell me everyday" he snickered before turning to Kevin and flipping his hair "did you ask your mom about the double bass kit?" He asked him, Kevin was taking a drink of water and nodded "what'd she say?" Hunter asked.

Kevin put his water down and swallowed "she said she doesn't have a thousand dollars" that's understandable because Kevin's family wasn't as well off as mine and Hunters

"ok, well, what about a double bass pedal?" "Yeah, she said she doesn't have a hundred-fifty dollars either" Kevin said. Kevin spaced and looked past Hunter to a table behind him.

Hunter to noticed and turned to see what he was looking at, so I leaned past his head to see too, Emily. She's really nice but I guess she has a temper according to my lab partner who's in band

"she's in our speech class. I think she's English. Scottish. I don't know. I heard she went apeshit on the band teacher" "yeah" "that's one messed up chick" I scoff at Hunter

"she's not messed up she just got angry. The band teachers a dick anyway. He hates his life because he didn't make it as a musician so he takes it out on kids who don't even want to play the instruments they get" I defended her

"and let me guess, the choir teacher is a dick because he didn't make it as a singer so he get rid of everyone with talent" Hunter questioned looking over at me.

I rolled my eyes and stand up from the table, taking my bag I walked over to the other side of the table, I took his corn dog and took a bite before I swiped his fruit cup "see you later, fuckwad"