"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: beetlebum - blur October, 1983
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"OH, FOR FUCK'S sake, come on!" I groan, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel. "What's taking so fucking long?!"
Willow would fucking kill me if I'm late again. She gave me a job at her dad's old music store a little over a couple of weeks ago and I've shown up on time twice. The first day, and the last time she stayed the night with me.
I sighed in relief when the cars started moving again. Instantly, I press my foot down on the gas pedal, praying I reach on time.
I'm around 7 minutes away from Shredder's Planet when someone suddenly jumps in front of the car.
"Holy fuck!" I shriek, slamming on the brakes. The blonde then goes to my window, knocking repeatedly. "Are you fucking psychotic?! I could've killed you!" I yell after rolling down the windows.
"I need to drive. Come on." He urges, his eyes scattering around him.
"Are you running from the cops or something? I don't wanna be a part of this." I inform the blonde standing in front of me, and he immediately shakes his head.
"No, I just- I need to get in. Now. I'll explain on the way." His obnoxiously blue eyes were still frantically looking around him.
"Fine," I grumble out, mentally cursing myself. Without getting out of the car, I hop over to the passenger seat and he gets in the driver's seat and immediately starts driving off.
He's way too focused on the road to notice the glares that I've been shooting him since the minute he jumped in front of the car.
"So you wanna let me in on what the fuck is going on?" I clear my throat.
"Oh, right." He looks at me then back at the road. "Uh, I'm James."
"Olive." I wearily introduce, eyeing him.
"Like the vegetable?" He looks at me confusedly with a little bit of disgust as well.
"Olives are fruits."
"Who cares? I'm trying to get to Louie's Bar and driving is the fastest way. I'm tryna win a bet."
I freeze, praying for my sake and the sake of James, whoever the fuck he is, that he did not just take my car to win a fucking bet.
"Okay, I'm gonna give you the chance to answer again." I seethe.
"Look, I'm in a band and-"
"Now is not the fucking time to advertise!" I interrupt, hoping he'd take a second to actually think before he speaks.
