In which, a girl joins a band that's in need of a lead singer, and meets a guitarist who Doesn't seem fond of her but one intoxicated mistake can change everything. @luvqshadow
" well?" He looked at you with a little hope In his eyes.
" I don't know.." you answered making his eyebrows twitch in annoyance.
" Look, my bandmates think you have a great voice.." he looked away awkwardly hesitating either if he should complement you as well. " And I guess me to.. But that's not the point, the point is your voice and our talent can get us like big-time stars." He explained as exhaled some smoke from the cigarette.
You sighed debating on if you actually wanted to join. You don't even know his name yet. Oh shit, you forgot to ask.
" Hey outta question but what's your name?"
"Eren, you?"
"Y/n" you replied officially you Both know each others names. You scratched your nose before speaking again. "Okay, eren, How about...I watch you guys practice and I'll decide for myself if I wanna join." I suggested as I leaned my cheek on my chin.
" Alright."
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Currently, eren was driving you home since obviously, you didn't have your car. You looked outside the window leaning your head on your fist.
Eren cleared his throat. " So did your arm tattoos hurt?" He asked clearly trying to make conversation because who in their right mind doesn't think arm tattoos hurt especially if it was more than one? Fucking dumbass.
" Well, what do you think?" You asked giving a fake laugh before her face fell blank, " Obviously they hurt Fucking dumbass." She growled at his stupid question.
" well damn. Chill girl, it's not that serious." He said in an offended tone driving up to your apartment building. Pressing the brake putting the clutch in 'P' which stands for 'park'.
" Thanks for driving me home. Are you sure your bandmates have my car?" You asked removing the seatbelt.
" Yes. Give me your number. I'll text you when I'm here to pick you up." He said in a most commanding tone, taking out his phone from his back pocket.
You marked your number in his phone and stepped outside the car closing the door before you had a chance to say bye, he fucking drove off.
Rude.
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