Band One Shots [Closed]

Is That Your Answer? [AlanAshby] {breakabarricade}

There isn't any noise. The only sound is my combat boots hitting the rough wood of the stage as the techs are setting up. I'm done putting up shirts at the merch table, so I'm just waiting around.

The concert isn't until a few minutes, but by special request we set up a little early. My brown eyes are scanning the small venue, looking around for another lair of irises of the same shade.

My bright red hair falls just below my shoulders as I bend down to pick up a guitar pick that has fallen onto the floor. I recognize it instantly. It's Alan's.

Alan Ashby.

Ginger princess guitarist.

I smile to myself as I think about him. Obviously I like him, and the thought of him just makes me shiver. His bright eyes are always happy and his ginger hair is always messy, just like him, but adorable.

I see said ginger approaching and I wave. "Hey, Alan, you dropped this." I say, handing it to him with my small smile steadily growing over my tan features.

He grins back, taking it from me. I don't think he notices, but our fingers brush as he pulls it from my hand. I grin even more, a slight blush painting my tan cheeks.

"Thanks Maddie." he says with a smile, getting his guitar ready as some kids are coming inside.

I nod, and he climbs on stage.

****

Why can't I tell him? I wonder as I sit in the bus, watching the small television. I'm not really watching it, more of just staring into its oblivion as I sit and think.

More ideas pop into my head as Alan sits beside me for a second, and his expression changes to one of disgust.

"What?" I ask, worried that he's going to say something hurtful.

"How can you like Dr. Who? Star Wars is way better!" he cries, his brown eyes lighting up as an assured smile spreads on his thin lips.

I raise an eyebrow, brushing back some of my bright hair. "Um no."

He smirks. "No, Star Wars is better. Sorry." he says nonchalantly, shrugging and making himself seem like he has not just totally pissed me off.

"Um, no, Ashby. You're wrong. Dr. Who is better. Think about it, ginger." I say back to him, and he laughs, scoffing.

"Well if Dr. Who is better, then how do they control people, huh, Maddie?" he asks, moving closer to me.

His hands press into the space beside my thighs on each side, his face leaning down in front of me. He's smirking wide, as if he's planning something.

He's always planning something. That's how he is. Why is he doing this? Making it seem like he has feelings for me?

He leans further over, his lips brushing mine, and I freeze up, my brown eyes wide and my chest rising and falling even more rapid than before.

He smirks, then pulls back, moving away from me and leaving me sitting there. I'm confused. What the hell?

****

Right now I'm putting up shirts at the merch table, making them look nice and pretty so people will come buy them. As I finish putting up a Woe, Is Me shirt, a pair of strong hands settles on my waist.

My shy personality makes a quick comeback, making my face go red and my teeth bite my lip.

A face appears to my side. It's ginger. Alan.

He grins slowly. "Hey Madison." he says with a smile, dropping his hands. I sigh. It's just Alan. I turn, giving him a small smile, then remember that I need to ask him something.

"Alan?" I ask, running a hand through my bright hair and giving him a look with brown irises shining.

"Yes?" he replies, taking a drink of water.

"Um... Can I ask you something?"

He nods. "Sure, go ahead."

"Um... Well..." I begin, taking a moment to breathe in some air. This is taking a lot of courage.

"Well... Why... Why do you flirt with me so much?" I ask, looking down. He doesn't answer, and I begin to wonder if I'll even get one.

Had I gone too far?

But, to my surprise, I feel a warm hand push up my head, and a pair of warm lips pressing against mine.

This kiss is from Alan. It's short and small, but I smile anyway.

"Is that your answer?" he asks with a smile, as he begins to walk away.

"W-Wait! Alan?" I call out, and he turns.

"You never said you felt the same." he says with a sad shrug, and I roll my eyes, moving towards him.

I spin him around, bringing his mouth to mine.

"Is that your answer?" I ask with a smirk, and he laughs, hugging me.