I cried myself into taking a nap, only to be awoken by Fred, "Hey Jen...?" I mumbled and opened my eyes reluctantly, "What?" I asked grumpily. "Look, I'm sorry, and I'm not sure what's going on between you and Wes right now. But, we met these super cool guys at the liquor store today, they're having a gig at The Siren Scream and we're about to go. I figured you may wanna go too?" Fred asked me. I sighed, "Okay thanks. Lemme put on some makeup and we can go." He nodded and left the room for me to get ready. 
    The Siren Scream was a local dive bar that tons of local and small bands would play gigs at. The guys played gigs there all the time, they were a local favorite. 
    Once I was ready we all walked out door; I planned to walk with Lethal but Wes decided to take his place instead. I completely ignored him, even when he told me I looked beautiful. I shrugged his arm off when he tried to put it around me, and kept my eyes away from anywhere near him. I was so sick and tired of him and his games, the way he was changing, and the way he was talking to me like a child. I was only 9 months younger than him for fuck's sake. 
    "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to put his arm around me for the billionth time. I shrugged him off once again, and quickened my pace to catch up to and walk with Fred. "Jen?" Wesley called after me. I ignored him and Fred looked at me with a look as if to ask, 'What else did he do now?' I just shook my head and continued walking. 
    When we got to The Siren Scream, Fred bribed the "doorman" as always to get us underages in. "Who are we seeing?" I asked Fred. "An up-and-coming band called KoRn." He replied. I scrunched my nose up at the name, but then remembered Limp Bizkit was already much weirder. 
    When KoRn entered the stage, my eyes were instantly drawn directly to the guitarist. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, and a big grin appeared on my face. When the crowd cheered I was sure to look directly at him. It paid off too, because he smiled and winked at me. "Did you see that?!" I exclaimed, tugging on Lethal's sleeve, "The hot guitarist just winked at me!!" Lethal chuckled at my excitement, and I think Wes caught wind of it too because he kept glaring back and forth between the guitarist and me. 
    After the gig was over I went to get myself something to drink. I quickly sensed a presence beside me and I expected it to be Wes, but when I turned I saw the hot guitarist; just inches away from me. His small dreads hind around his face perfectly, making me sweet. "Hey." He said, smiling the cutest smile I'd ever seen in my life....'besides Wes'' I thought to myself. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself and then stuttered out a lame "H-hi." In return. He sat down beside me on a barstool and started talking to me. We talked and talked; about music, life, and everything else we could think of. 
    "Hey so, me and the band and some friends were planning to go skinny dipping tonight. Would you be interested in coming along? With me?" He asked, smiling at me. "Oh, I'd love to! But I don't have a ride." I replied, worried I wouldn't get to go because of that. "I gotchu." He answered, winking at me. My heart fluttered and I said, "Oh yea, and one more thing....I can't have anyone who's here with me know; can we sneak out? Like, right now?" "Of course. Now you're talking my language." He grinned, taking my hand and leading me out through a back door behind the stage. 
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Safe Home~ a Wes Borland fanfic
FanfictionThis is a fanfic for Wes Borland (Limp Bizkit) set in 1992. Jenny Durst (16), is Fred Durst's (22) little sister. When 17 year old Wes Borland finally starts reciprocating the feelings Jenny has had for him for years..how will Fred react? How will t...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  