A/N – this is a La La Land AU! Keep that in mind please :).
You decided as soon as you woke up, today would be horrible. You looked at the alarm clock and realized you were late for the practice.
You were in a jazz band, and you knew the one person who would definitely mind your absence was Ryan. You were groaning as soon as you thought about it.
As soon as you got ready, you realized that you were ten times more likely to get kicked out of the band if Ryan knew that you were asleep and not busy.
'Whatever', you thought to yourself.
You opened your front door and smelled the fresh air, there were birds chirping, the people around you in the neighborhood were having a good time, all was good in the world.
Then you got into your car and started driving to the jazz practice that you were oh so dreading to make it to.
You narrowed your eyes to focus on the road, almost speeding.
Then you turn on your turn signal and finally make it to the studio.
Which, not shockingly, the band was waiting for you.
And, also not shockingly, Ryan looked pissed at you.
You knew that it was bad, sure, but you didn't know he was that mad until he walked up to you and lightly muttered something unintelligible. You scoffed at him, knowing it was a smart comment, and started to play your trumpet with the band.
Later, practice ended, and Ryan tapped on your shoulder as you were packing up your things.
"Meet me at my car," he whispered into your ear.
You rolled your eyes a little, almost not wanting to follow through with the request, but something told you to do it, just for the sake of not getting yelled at, or something along those lines.
You walked outside into the parking lot and went to his red convertible. He was leaning against the door and looking at you.
"You know, I don't hate you," he said casually.
"Why do you act like you do then?" you questioned, chuckling a little, turning your back to leave.
But he grabbed your hand, and for some reason, he wouldn't let go, instead, he pulled you closer to him. You looked at him, shocked and unable to speak. He looked you directly in your eyes, whatever you had against him? It was gone, something inside of you was doing somersaults and backflips.
He was looking at you with a slight intent in his eyes, then he leaned forward, and as he did you did too, closing your eyes and locking lips, slowly kissing him, making the world feel like it was disappearing.
Then he pulled away.
"Again, I don't hate you," he said with a smile.
You should be late to jazz practice more often.
