❝if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can.❞
y/n has been best friends with bill and his twin brother since they were young, with bill being her secret crush. one day, y/n is forced to move due to financial issues within her family. wh...
"that's good." is all you respond, before he suddenly stands up as he checks his phone. "shit, i gotta go. emergency." he curses, looking back at you.
"hey, y/n... it's really good to see you again. we've all missed you." he smiles. you nod and smile back and you both walk out of the room together and go back downstairs.
"guys, we gotta go. emergency." bill claps his hands, urging his band mates to get up. tom groans, "already?"
"get your ass up, tom." bill rolls his eyes. tom instantly gets up, listening to his twin. he's then followed by georg and gustav, who head towards the door.
"you guys have only been here for what? 20 minutes?" hanna rolls her eyes at the group.
"sorry hanna, duty calls." tom salutes at hanna, and everyone waves goodbye at you and hanna.
"you should come visit us at the headquarters, y/n." tom smiles at you. everyone nods in agreement.
"come by anytime, y/n. we'd love to hang with you." georg gives you a genuine smile.
bill looks at them and nods, then at you. "please." he smiles.
tom then starts to get a call and rolls his eyes. "alright guys, let's go before we get our asses beat."
and with that, they waved goodbye once again and left.
you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding the whole time. "god, that was nerve wrecking." you rub your face.
"mhm, with the way you were looking at bill, i bet it was." she laughed, placing her hand on your shoulder.
"what do you mean?!" you exclaim, beginning to freak out. "your eyes when you looked at him told me all i needed to know." she smirked, walking back towards the garage.
"those dumbasses didn't even get what they needed." she chuckled, picking up the guitar you had been playing. "they needed that?" you ask.
"yeah, i guess they came back to get it. of course, of all times." she laughs, placing it back down gently.
"speaking of the guitar, i got the video!" she exclaims, hopping over to you to show you the video she had recorded.
as the video plays, you examine how well you played. luckily, the mistake you made midway through wasn't that evident.
"i don't know, hanna. i look kinda awkward." you shake your head. "hey, there's nothing wrong with that! you look good and you played amazingly." she encourages you.
"i'm not sure, i doubt it'll get much attention, anyway." you sigh. "don't be such a negative nancy, it's good." she argues back.
you laugh at the serious expression her face. "just don't post it for now, i'll have to think about it." you overthink. she sighs, before nodding at your request.
after another hour of hanging out with hanna, your phone begins to ring. you answer and you're met by your angry mother.
"y/n, where have you been?" she asks angrily. "i'm sorry, mom. i forgot to tell you. i'm over at where tom and bill used to live, georg's cousin hanna lives here now." you apologize.
she sighs in relief. "okay, i'm sorry. i just got scared. don't scare me like that!" she says.
"it's my fault, mom. i'll be back soon." you answer and then hang up.
shit, that reminds me! i didn't get any of their numbers!
"what's wrong?" hanna asks, eating her trail mix while looking at you with confusion.
"it was just my mom, i gotta be home. but i forgot! i didn't get any of the guys' numbers. how am i supposed to contact them?" you sigh, shaking your head with disappointment at yourself.
"it's fine, i have georg's number. i can tell him." she tells you, bringing you relief. "thank you, hanna. i'll see you soon." you smile and walk towards the front door, waving bye at her.
you walk home, and immediately explain everything that had happened to your mom.
"oh my! what a coincidence." she laughs once you're done explaining. "did you get any of their numbers?" she asked.
you groan and lay on the couch. "i didn't. they had rushed out so fast i guess i just completely forgot."
"it's fine, i'm sure they'll be around again soon." she says, trying to cheer you up.
~~~~~~~~~~~ the next day
you wake up to your mom knocking on the bedroom door. "y/n, hanna's here." she announces. this early?
you check the clock which read 12 pm. shit!
"tell her i'll be out soon." you yell, scrambling out of bed trying to get ready.
you throw some clothes on, wash your face, and apply some light makeup.
outfit!
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(i love doing these outfits ;'))
you walk out and greet hanna. "geez, did you just wake up?!" she laughs. "actually, i did." you chuckle.
"i have to talk to you about something.. uh.. important." she awkwardly laughs. you raise an eyebrow, suspicious. "let's go to your room." she says and you both walk to your room.
"what is it?" you question her. "i know you told me not to, but.. i uploaded the video!" she blurts out, covering her mouth.
"is that all?" you ask. "well, no.. so, overnight it got a couple thousand views." she looks at her feet.
"WHAT?!" you exclaim, "how much is a couple thousand, hanna?" you cross your arms.
"well, 40,000..." she awkwardly says, continuing to look at her feet.
you almost pass out. "hanna, that's not a couple thousand." is all you manage to say as you sit on your bed, your eyes going in a trance.
"and, there's something else." she awkwardly laughs.
"god, can this get any worse at this point?" you groan.
"this tv show wants you to perform tomorrow night."
"hanna, this is bad! i don't think i can play." you start to freak out. "y/n, calm down. this is my fault. you don't have to do the show, anyway." she apologizes, comforting you.
"what do they want me to perform?" you ask. "'bring me to life' and 'welcome to the black parade'. it keeps your emo thing going on." she laughs.
you nod your head. "okay, this isn't that bad... but i need to practice, this is really last minute."
"it's okay, you got this. if you don't want to do this, please tell me, y/n." she tells you. "no, it's okay. i got this." you exhale.
