Black; v2

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Narrators POV;
-------- May 2nd, 1991.
3:04PM

VALERIE SIGHED AS SHE PULLED IN
To Eddie's driveway, she was really dreading walking up the steps.

She noticed the cars in his driveway, at least 3.

She did not want to be with others right now, but she decided to go in anyway.

She messed with her hair, throwing on some concealer and mascara, and patting out the plan black t shirt she had on with blue jeans.

She really didn't want to go in.

She took a breath as she got out of the car, walking up the steps of his house nervously.

It was just her brother, nothing new.

Right?

She knocked on the door, looking around as she waited.

"Eddie! Who the fuck could that possibly be?" She heard.

Shit there were people.

She debated walking back to the car, ding ditch ditching them, and leaving till later, but she was low on gas anyway.

The door opened to show throw the screen door, her brother.

"Valerie?" He asked, shocked.

He quickly opened the screen door and pulled her in for a hug, a huge hug.

"You came early!"

She laughed, "I've been driving since the day I called you."

He looked back at her, "Did you sleep?"

"Couple hours."

He threw his arm around her shoulder, "Come meet my band mates!"

She did not want to meet his bandmates.

"Edd- oh, hello!" A guy smiled.

"Hi?" She waved, her voice getting quiet.

Eddie smiled, showing her in front of 5 other guys.

"This is my sister. I always talk about jeff."

"Oh shit! This is Valerie?" A long-haired dude with a backward cap on said.

"Yep! My twin sister!"

"We're not twins," she mumbles, scanning around the room.

Her eyes landed on a beautiful man. He was sitting on the couch just looking at her. He was amazed by her.

She was inhaled by him, and he looked so.. so- good.

"So Valerie," Eddie clears his voice, "that's Stone," he points to the man with the backward cap.

"That's dave," he pointed to the guy behind the drums, "Mike," He pointed to a long-haired guy.

They all had long hair, and she really was amazed.

"Jeff, which you already have seen," he pointed to the man with a funky hat.

"And Chris, who might have a staring problem?"

She knew the man she was so into's name, Chris.

Why wouldn't he stop looking at her?

"Huh?" He asked, looking at eddie.

"You're staringgg," Eddie sung, looking back to his bandmates.

"Sorry," Chris mumbled.

"Well, what brings you to Seattle?" Jeff asks.

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