Lenora Woods, a care-free 19 year old girl working a simple job at her local comic book store in the fall of '83.
feeling lost, with no sense of direction in life and no goals for her future, she has but one dream.
To perform.
Having played bass sin...
Sorry this update took ages, Wattpad kept deleting my progress?? 😭 P.S, my brother walked in whilst I was writing this and asked if I was doing homework 💀
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Tuesday, 5th October, 1983
I wanted to cry, Lars had just ruined the single greatest thing to have happened to me since I had met Kirk.
Lars -flicking his eyes between the two of us, furrowed his brows and walked out of the room, not bothering to wash his hands. Not bothering to close the door.
I sighed, audibly though with all things considered, it may have come out as more of a whimper.
Kirk's head was still turned, observing where Lars had just left. His hand had been resting on my knee, I picked it up trying desperately not to run my fingers over the veins, fiddle with his rings, or I don't know, wrap it around my neck.
This caught his attention, that big head of hair lightly brushed the tip of my nose as he turned to face me, his deep brown eyes captivating me.
I dropped his hand and it swung in the air until it stopped at his side.
I didn't know what to say, in fact I couldn't speak; my throat was dry and my tongue was tied in a knot.
Looking away sheepishly my face burned up, I couldn't stand the way he looked at me, I caught sight of his hand moving toward me in my peripheral, he tried to touch me but I swatted it away quickly without letting our eyes connect.
He drew his hand back toward his chest as he continued to stare at me intently.
Anxiously diverting my gaze to meet his once again, I couldn't help but take in his features, how he had parted his lips into a pout, his eyes had softened but still maintained a stern appearance due to the way his brows etched a worried expression into his face
I couldn't take it anymore.
I muttered a quick "I'm sorry..." Before turning on my heel and swiftly exiting the room without another word, too scared to look back. I rounded the corner and kept up my pace.
Making my way into the kitchen I was met with the sight of James, hunched over the tabletop stacking beer bottle caps on top of each other to form a tower, I stood at the doorway observing him as he picked up the last lid from his pile and ever so carefully placed it at the top and quickly stood back as it wobbled, then steadied itself.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder, Kirk must have followed me out from the bathroom and come after me!
Turning to face him I was a little disappointed to see it was just Cliff...but a grin was quick to spread across my face.
"Hey" he whispered, he took his hand off my shoulder, kneeling down slightly to level with me. I turned to him.
