blind | l.h + a.i.

Chapter 1 (Bailey)

Joey was looking quite fine today. He wore a blue polo shirt and khakis that were more like skinny jeans.

"Baiiiillllllleeeeeeeeyyyyyy," Will whined, snapping me out of my trance.

"Yea?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Are you gonna eat your slice of pizza?" he asked.

"Duh," I answered.

"C'mon, you already ate Alyssa's slice," he complained.

"One slice simply ain't enough for a girl," I said and took a bite out of my pizza.

"Mmmm, this pizza is so good," I taunted.

Will turned red. "Stop it."

I gave him a dead look. "Make me," I said with a mouthful of pizza.

"Keep your mouth shut when you chew," Mandy, a passing cheerleader said to me.

"Keep your legs closed when you sit," I retorted.

She glared at me and went to sit at her lunch table.

"So what are we gonna play tonight?" Summer asked placing her lunch tray on the table.

I shrugged. "Dunno. 'I Miss You'? Oh, maybe 'American Idiot'."

Will beamed. "We're definitely playing 'American Idiot'."

Mina came and sat down. "What y'all talkin' bout?" she asked, imitating the southern accent that I never really lost.

I scowled. "We're playing a Chinese Classic, Mina. I'm sure you'll love it."

Summer laughed and Will tried to hide his smile. Mina hated being called Asian.

"Is Joey taking pictures tonight?" Summer asked.

"I hope so," I said eagerly.

Mina rolled her eyes. "You two need to grow up."

"Never!" me and Summer simultaneously said.

Mina shook her head as Will looked down at something he was holding under the table.

"Who ya textin'?" I asked.

He jumped and frowned at me. "My boyfriend," he said.

Mina snickered as if it was some dumb inside joke.

I shrugged and continued eating my pizza.

***

"Dad, I'm home!" I screamed as I entered my house-school had finally ended.

I walked into the living room to see him attempting to teach Lacey, my 8-year-old sister, how to play C major on a guitar.

"Hey, Bailey," Dad said.

"Bally!" Lacey shouted, using the name she used to call me when she couldn't pronounce "Bailey." She jumped up and ran to me.

"How was school today, kiddo?" Dad asked.

"Fine. How's work? Did y'all get yourselves some new customers?" I asked.

"Gotta couple teens askin' for a drum set," he said. (He owned a music store a couple blocks away.)

"That's great! Did they buy it?" I asked.

"Nah, they were just messin' 'round. Said they might, though," he said.

"Oh."

"Don't you have a gig tonight?" Dad asked.

"Dad, it's not a gig. It's a battle of the bands," I said.

"Oh, watcha gonn' play?" he asked.

"'American Idiot'," I said.

"Green Day?"

"Yup."

"I love Green Day!" Lacey piped in.

I laughed. "That's because it's all we're ever listenin' to."

"You listen to the Beatles, too," Dad said.

"Well yea, I mean, who doesn't?" I asked.

"William!" Lacey said.

I snorted. "Will doesn't listen to any 'old' music," I said, putting quotation around "old."

"Is it because he's gay?" Lacey asked.

Dad chocked on thin air as I tried to contain my laughter.

"No...He just likes more modern music," I said.

"Oh," she said. Then she shrugged and walked up the stairs and into her room.

Dad and I burst into fits of laughter when she was gone.

"Well, that was interstin'," he said.

"Yea. She does the dumbest things sometimes," I said smiling.

"You were like that too when you were younger. Remember when you were six and you gave me and mom a 'blow job'?" he asked.

My face turned red at the memory. I had been six and we had all been outside enjoying the sun. For some unknown reason, I had been playing with an air pumper that day so my six year old self thought it would be funny to pump air into my parents face and tell them I was giving them a blow job.

"You're mom was laughing for so long after that," he said.

At the mention of Mom, I tensed.

Dad looked at me with his sad, brown eyes. "I know it's hard, Bailey. But we're just gonna have to live with it. Part a life, kiddo."

I nodded and got up to go to my room.

The main reason why we'd left Alabama was because Mom's death was too painful for any of us to handle. Our house had too many memories, so we got a new one.

Cancer took her away two years ago, a week before Lacey's sixth birthday.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and wiped away tears forming in my eyes.

I wasn't going to let this ruin the night.

I walked to my dresser and got out a Nirvana shirt and decided to keep my black skinny jeans and all black Converses. I tied my hair up and grabbed my keys, cell phone, and guitar case.

"Dad, I'm leavin'," I shouted.

"Be safe!" he yelled back.

"I will," I muttered to myself. I started my car's engine and drove to Jeff's place, a pretty damn cool café downtown.

"Aye, Bailey!" Summer said, motioning me to her. "Wanna have a quick smoke before the show?"

I nodded and headed behind the building. I lit one up and took a long drag, feeling the smoke inching down my system and clouding my lungs until I exhaled it. The cig calmed me. Soon enough, my mother was in the darkest corner of my mind.

Once we were done, I headed back inside and practiced some vocals. I had to control how much I smoked since I was the lead singer. Wouldn't want a hoarse voice.

I practiced "American Idiot", "Lost in Stereo", and "Ain't It Fun".

A couple more bands played, but it wasn't until 4 Jokes came up that I paid attention. Their drummer was pretty hot. Not as hot as Joey, but almost as hot.

After they were done playing, another band was supposed to play and then it would be our turn. I felt my heart beating fast. We had always won first place. Bad Luck, our band, never lost. Ever. But for some reason, I always thought that I'd somehow mess up.

I shook the thoughts from my head. The next band stepped up and started playing.

A/N hey guys! so as promised here is chapter one. sorry i took so long to update >.< i've been really busy with a lot of stuff since its summer and i'm going on vacation soon to see all relatives so anyways here it is please vote and comment what you think and have a wonderful day or night wherever you are :--)
-andi
p.s. i'll be writing bailey's p.o.v. And stevie will write summer's