Max Mayfield vs. the World || Elmax

4: The Cheerleader

She nodded, plucking a few more strings on her guitar. "That's why I moved."

"Should you guys start playing now?" Mike asked.

"No, we'll wait for a few more people." She said. "And I want to keep talking to you." She directed that bit at me.

"Cool."

Will stood up and walked over to us. "How was it?"

"Well, the three seconds I heard before I left sounded amazing." Mike grinned.

"Aw, thanks," Will replied, smirking.

Mike turned red. "Just saying the truth."

Will nodded.

"So." Eleven turned to me. "I'm getting a little bored."

I frowned. "Why?"

She glanced at Will and Mike, clearly flirting. "Maybe I'm just getting tired of this."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you serious? Mike has literally never met anyone worth his time, other than me of course. But it's adorable!"

"He would not shut up about Mike last night." She laughed, unplugging her guitar.

"So? He has a crush."

"Clearly." She played a few different notes, all mostly muffled without connection to the amp. 

I noticed more people walking down out of the corner of my eye. "How's Dustin doing, being the odd one out?"

She shrugged, looking at him. He was tuning his bass for the hundredth time I'd seen him. "He's never really been the odd one out. He's got a girlfriend back in Illinois, and he and Jonathan get along well."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we were all surprised too."

"About Jonathan?" I asked.

"Oh, no." She laughed. "A girlfriend."

"Oh." I nodded.

She copied, and then glanced at her guitar. "I'm gonna change the subject."

"Okay."

"Wanna see my guitar?" She held it out to me.

"Sure." I carefully took it from her hands, holding it the exact same way she was. There were stickers all over it and some sharpie doodles. The word bitch was scribbled all over on top of the stickers, and once it was written in a very stylized graffiti font. "Cool."

She nodded.

I looked at the strap, which even had small skulls on it.

"Her name is Bitch." El explained.

"Oh," I said. "Interesting."

"When I first got her, she was a bitch, and the strings kept breaking. So, all new strings are on her tonight." She laughed, taking it back and slinging it over her shoulder. "Anyways, we should probably get started."

She glanced behind me, where I found about a hundred people sitting in the field, some on blankets, some in chairs, and others just lying on the grass.

"Huh." I grinned, tapping Mike's shoulder. "Well, we'll see you later. If you need help packing up or anything."

"Probably gonna take you up on that offer, not gonna lie." She said, waving as we walked back to Jonathan.

There were a few people scattered around the pavement, but a lot more on the grass. I guess everyone thought they were worthy of coming. More would probably show up once everyone realized they could actually play good music, unlike half the bands in town.