Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Sixty

Star's POV

"Oh my God, their killin' it tonight!" Laney says. She's standing up clapping and screaming.

Yeah, she's drunk.

"Scutter looks AMAZING!" Becca yells, grabbing Synna. "If he wasn't your husband, and....I wasn't with Toby, mmm." She starts laughing.

Yeah, she's STILL drunk.

"Fuck yeah he does!" Synna says, downing a shot...of something, then adding her cackle to Becca's laughter.

We didn't come with the boys. They were here by 9:00, we showed up about 9:45. We stayed back and showered, blasted our music, and put on our hottest outfits. We put on the darkest lipstip the three of us could find...which was Synna's Hot Summers Night, about the color of dark red wine. I kept my word and wore Michael's shirt....with nothing under it.

Michael winked at me when he saw me in it. I've got it unbuttoned enough so that it falls off my shoulder.

We're at the table closest to the stage. The boys went on at 10:00 and are just getting ready for their first break.

Becca and Toby are still not talking to each other, but I think that's just because neither will be the first to apologize, but they also don't seem mad anymore. Stubborn shits.

"I seriously LOVE Michael's purple hair." Synna says.

"Me too. This is the best color so far." I say, drinking my shot of Loopy. "This is it. No more hard shit for me. The rest of the night is beer."

"Yeah, you don't wanna be passed out and miss getting' bent over by Mikey on your first official night together!" Laney yells.

No. I do NOT want to miss that.

I've been drinking way too much the last few weeks. Just the smell of it's starting to make my stomach turn. The thing is, Michael doesn't even drink that much. He can, and has, but usually he just drinks beer. I think it's just the house. It has it's own vibe....kind of sucks you in. Everyone is partying, shooting pool. You lose track after a while. Next thing you know...it's the next day, and your head feels like it's not attached to your body anymore.

Right now Scutter and Michael are jamming out on their guitars. Looking way fucking hot. This is obviously an extended, balls to the walls, guitar solo...but both of them are playing.

Huh. Does that make it a solo?

My head's spinning....or is it the room. I put both hands on the table.

"Hey, is the room spinning?" I ask Laney.

She stops and does the same. Both of us are holding the table trying to figure it out. "Yep...definitely spinning." She says.

They finish their solo....solos, and Scutter starts singing again. He really does have a good voice.

"Hey, Synna. When did Scutter start playing in a band?" I ask.

"Oh, he was playing guitar when he was nine, Star. I guess....his first band was The Rebels, when we were in eighth grade. Shit you should've heard em', girl! They were SO BAD!" She starts cackling. "Not Jayce, though....he was always way better then the others." She smiles, remembering. "His first real band was in high school. Spittin' Nails. They lasted all of high school. Played local gigs, got pretty big for a while, even played prom." She says. Everyone is clapping and whistling as Lickit finishes their set.

Michael thanks everybody telling them they're taking a break and will be back in thirty. The crowds break up into groups. Most head to the bar, but there's a bunch of them hanging out talking to the boys as they come off stage.