His Muse [teen fiction]

03: What A Night

A/N:

A new character is revealed on the media section above. So guess who that is?!

Continue reading to find out!

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"So that's a wrap guys!" I declared, clapping my hands together, followed by some clamoring of my bandmates. It was already 6.30 PM, and we were almost well-prepared for our next gig, which was the Birthday Party.

"You guys wanna grab some Chinese?" Charlie offered as he placed Marylin (his bass) inside its trunk.

Bree and Trivon kindly declined the offer because they declared they had some 'homeworks' to do. Either did Walter, he claimed that he needed to finish his Biology paper tonight. Walter was not the type of guy who would ditch school for music, he had really great dreams, a bright future. And he wouldn't want to fail any classes if he really wanted to achieve them.

"I'd tag along," I raised my hand up, Charlie's face lit up like a little boy who finally met Santa Claus. He high fived me in glee.

"You're the best lad ever," Charlie was half English, his father came from Brighton, but her mother was a true New Yorker. He also didn't live with his parents, but he had an older brother to be with.

I bid my goodbyes to my bandmates. Charlie was really ecstatic because he told me that he'd been craving for Chinese food since last month. He hastily jumped into my car, putting on his safety belt. I chuckled at his odd behavior, he seemed to be really eager by now. And an eager Charlie is a very, very talkative Charlie.

"You know, Chinese food is the best type of food in my opinion. Not to mention that I've went to Guang Zhou last year. And you know what? It was totally amazing. The place was so epic, mate! And the food was totally insane! I couldn't help but to have a culinary trip every day." He went on and on about Chinese food, I would nod my head here and there and gave several unnecessary comments like 'that's great man' and 'oh really'. I wasn't too fond of his little China trip. All I know is that all Chinese people look the same. Not to be racist though, but I'm stating out an opinion.

"So," after five minutes of silence, the ginger haired boy seemed to run out of topic.

"What is it?" I asked as I took a sharp turn to the left. The Chinese takeaway was located only two blocks away.

"Are you like, falling in love with someone now?" I could sense that he was grinning creepily beside me.

My lips were trembling, but I shrugged it off, "You're joking right?" I remarked back before adding, "I'd love to if I could though." I lied, and I hoped he bought it. But my luck didn't seem to be in my pocket.

"Mate, I'm not stupid," he raised both of his hands like he was asking for money to pour down from my car's ceiling, "One does not simply write a song about a girl if he wasn't falling head over heels for her."

I gulped, still focusing my head on the road. My head was running out of excuses, and I just stayed silent and frozen. Like a burglar that has been caught by the police. I was in so much trouble, and I didn't like this situation at all. Mostly, I would face any trouble with no fear, but this time, I couldn't help but to cowardly sink down in my seat.

"Tell me if I'm right, but is it Bree?" I choked the air that I was holding out of my throat. Damn, I thought he was smarter than this! How could he possibly think that I was falling for Bree?

"Why the heck would you think it's Bree?" I yelled at his stupid face, yet I needed his answer. Had I mentioned something about Bree that made one of my bandmates come up to an overly wrong conclusion?