She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 1.

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic.

Part 1

"Please Dyl! You've got to!" Harper my best friend, exclaimed. Her voice echoed right next to my ear making me cringe from the volume. She moved her face closer to mine trying to make her widened eyes and pouted lips more obvious, as though that was going to make me give in. Pieces of her dyed short, red, hair, that was looking more like their natural orange colour as they reflected off the sun, were sticking up all over the place due to the violent breeze. Some wild strands were even entering my mouth as she moved her face frantically about trying to make her point across and blocking my vision of the peaceful, clear, blue sky.

"Shouting in my ear makes me not want to do it, a little bit less, actually," I muttered to her while closing my eyes and leaning back on the bench we were sat on outside of our University. I put my sunglasses on and let my skin soak up the summer sun.

"We're graduating in only three months and I want to throw an awesome party that everyone will remember," said Harper, frustrated that I wasn't agreeing with her.

"You mean you want to throw a party so people will remember you?" I said smirking, loving every moment of her, very entertaining, dramatic behaviour.

"Well that to, but your my bestest friend in the whole wide world and your great at what you do. Can't you just do this one little favour... for me?" I lifted my sunglasses up just above my eyes, opened my left eye and looked at her from the corner of my eye. I could see her trying to make her best puppy dog face, even though she knew it wouldn't work on me. It never does.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," I sung to her, putting my sunglasses back on and again relaxing onto the bench, smirking. I think I was enjoying this a little too much.

"You'll get paid," she sung back, copying my tone. My eyes shot open, suddenly more interested. I pushed my sunglasses on the top of my head, giving all my attention to Harper.

"Tempting," I said knowing I'm getting short on cash, "Carry on." It was now her turn to smirk, enjoying that she finally got her way.

"Erm....... I'll owe you?" she suggested not sounding too sure if she should have considering the last time she owed me. Her face scrunched up like she was already regretting saying it.

"Ok! Deal!" I quickly agreed before she could take back what she said. Harper shrieked in delight. "But remember no take backs. You. Owe. Me."

"Yeah, yeah I know. I'll worry about that when the time comes," she said ,waving the matter off looking like she doesn't care but, trust me, will soon regret it. Little tip for everyone out there, no one wants to owe Dylan Lily Parker, it will soon bite you right back in the ass when the time comes.

"Wait! What about the band? I mean, I don't have any time to get any practice in since there is only two days till the party and I am busy both of those days."

"Oh right. I asked the guys and they've given me all the songs they are performing, I went over it and made sure you know all of them and you don't really need to practice I'm sure you will be great and if not remember about the money. Plus, I’m sure everyone will be too drunk to realise," she said, shrugging while pulling a piece of paper out of her bag, "here are all the songs you are playing and all you have to do is memorize them."

I quickly skimmed over the list of songs that she gave me. They were mostly famous rock songs and several that were in the charts.

"It's going to be an awesome party!" Harper yelled. "Here, I even made you an invitation, just for you," she said proudly.

I cleared my throat and started to read it out loud, "Dear reader... reader? I thought it was just for me?"

"Well, I couldn't be bothered writing everyone's name on each invitation," she rolled her eyes, like it was obvious.

"Aw, I feel so special," I said with false enthusiasm.

"Shut up and carry on reading."

"Right ... you are invited to Harper Medlow's party, held at 172 Crozwick Road, Harry Medlow's house, blah blah blah... the party starts at 9pm this Friday ...blah blah blah... includes a live band, with singer Dylan Parker... you knew I was going to eventually give in didn't you?"

"Of course I did, I'm your best friend after all," she said grinning. I shook my head at her with a slight smile on my face, I think everyone who is pestered by Harper eight hours straight can get really annoyed and finally give in only hoping that she would finally stop, while also trying to get rid of the headache she has given you. Whatever she wants you to do, it couldn't be worse than the torture she puts you through by her annoying pestering ways but that's what I love about her; she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants, and Harper always gets what she wants.

Her brother, Harry Medlow, is twenty-four and Harper's twenty-three. I'm two years younger than Harper which she never lets me forget. She takes it to her advantage using the famous line, which she must say to me at least every other day 'respect you elders'. Just you wait until were old like...forty and she'll have wrinkles and I'll be bragging about my young skin - even though I'm only two years younger - but still, I'll have younger skin.

Anyway, Harry lives with a friend of his in a small two story house but he has a massive garden which is where the party is mostly going to be. Her brother knows a few guys who are in a band so she is paying them to play at her party but two days ago the lead singer backed out due to a sore throat and Harper came into Uni' that day saying that he was being a baby and that there was nothing wrong with him. I was finding it amusing that she was so frustrated until she came in the next day with a big cheesy grin on her face and kept asking me to sing at her party.

It's not that I'm not confident at singing or anything it's just I wanted to have fun at the party and be the one watching the singer not having people watch me. I'm not saying that I won't have fun but I just wanted to let loose and do whatever the hell I wanted to do, but I guess that will just have to wait a little bit longer until I'm finished singing.

"But do you think the invitation is ok? I tried to keep it simple you know so people wouldn't' get bored and stop reading after the first line and because not many people give out invitations these days, you know. They just tell everyone on Facebook instead but I thought I would do it differently... and plus I didn't want any weirdo's coming to my party."

"I totally understand, especially after Richie's party. It was full of weirdo's," I involuntary shiver. I wish I never went to that party, ever!

Harper nods agreeing with me before standing up from the bench, "I will see you later tonight then?" Harper asks while skipping away handing people she knows invitations as she passes by.

"Yeah, see you!" I shout to her.