"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: nudity - watering November, 1983
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"WHEN DO WE make a run for it?" Lars whispers, not so discreetly, might I add.
"Hey, asshole, we can hear you." Willow deadpans.
We had run into the boys while we were at the mall. Willow goes into the shops often to get inspired, but I truly believe that's an excuse for her to spend money. Don't get me wrong, I go into the stores too, but I'm very picky, I never find anything.
"You guys are the ones who came to us, you know. Not the other way 'round." I inform, handing Willow a dress that she made me carry.
"Yeah, and now I'm regretting it." Cliff sulks.
"Hurry it up," James grumbles.
I just roll my eyes, ignoring him. I actually did want Willow to hurry up. There was a small music store on the floor above us and I was dying to go. I've known the owner for a while and he said he'd get back to me if an offer ever came up on a guitar I've had my eye on for a long time, now.
"Quit whining, I'm almost done." Willow was at her point in shopping where she tried out everything she liked, now she's picking her keepers. I felt sort of betrayed when she asked for Kirk's opinion on the clothes more than me, but I'll let it slide.
Finally, she paid and finished going into every store in this mall, even though we were just here last week.
"Okay, does anyone wanna go somewhere else?" I query, so I know whether I could go to Melody Lane yet or not.
"Actually, yeah. We have to hit the supermarket. It's on this floor." Kirk says, and I try to stifle a groan.
"Okay, let's go." I urge.
We get to the supermarket and everyone scatters around, getting the things they want as Willow and I patiently wait by the stroller.
Kirk and Cliff are the first to finish, walking side by side with a shit ton of food in their hands. And it's not even food you can cook, it's mostly just snacks.
"How you're alive when this is what you eat, I will never know." I don't try to hide my judge-y face when they drop their things into the cart.
"If it takes more than 10 minutes to cook, it's not worth it," Kirk concludes.
"Everything takes more than 10 minutes to cook." Willow tries to explain, but Cliff just raises his hand to interrupt.
