𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

Chapter 4 - Afterparty

Pinkpop 2022 was over but the party did not end. Dutchies love their parties and I would lie if I said this wasn't fun. So there was an afterparty for artists, their teams and some even brought their friends.
My band headed straight to the bar to get started on drinking, leaving me and Ellie alone.

"Hey do you want-", I cut myself off when I turned to Ellie. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her gaze was fixated on something but I couldn't make out what it was. "Are you okay?", I asked instead. She snapped out of it and turned to me: "Yeah, uhm, I'll be right back!"
I was about to object but Ellie was already gone.

"Lennon!", I heard from beside me.
"Froukje, hey!", I laughed, relieved I wasn't alone anymore.
"Are you alone? Where is your team?", she questioned while looking around the room.
"Nope, they're somewhere here but", I dragged out the last word. Froukje took my hand and pulled me to a bar at the other end of the room.
Why are there 3 bars in, what feels like, a tiny room anyway?

We pushed through the crowd, uttering a few 'excuse me' and 'sorry's'. My eyes landed on a tall man. He was leaning against the bar with a glass in hand. His hair was blonde and sat messy on his head, a cigarette rested behind his ear waiting to be smoked. He wore a white wife beater tank top with baggy black pants, a belt saying 'Albino' in a distorted font made the outfit look more interesting. Kind of like a statement piece. I was staring. I knew that. He did too. He looked at me with a smirk while still talking to his friend, almost checking me out.
My eyes got torn away when Froukje handed me a drink. I thanked her, not knowing what exactly it was but praying it had alcohol in it. I really needed some to losen up.

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"Oh my god yes and then she puked all over the teachers desk!", Froukje laughed. We were talking about funny experiences we've had. Already on my 5th drink- or 6th? I don't know, I've had a few, we were now talking about our school years. "I'm going to get us more drinks!", I announced to her as I pushed through the people surrounding the bar.

"Two more Daiquiris please!", I swiped the two glasses across the counter. The bartender nodded and prepared our drinks. As I waited, I scanned the space around me. There were some stairs leading up to another floor. The DJ was up there doing his thing. My gaze shifted through the crowded room.
There he was again. The blonde painfully attractive man from before. And he was staring right back at me.

"Lennon, isn't it?", a male sounding tone made my ears perk up. The strong Dutch accent came through sending a shiver down my spine. I had a thing for foreigners, I guess.
"Must be, who do you know to be here?",
I glanced up at the tall man. My question was genuine yet jokingly worded. He raised his eyebrows playfully, the smirk on his lips showing his straight teeth.
"What, do you think I'm not an artist?", he tilted his head,"I'm Joost!"
I chuckled at his offended expression: "No, you look a lot like an artist. I wouldn't expect you to be someone's manager!"
"Rude", he scoffed,"You're just saying that cause you find me attractive." It was clearly a joke but little did he know how right he was. I wouldn't have admitted it. Also me finding a blonde man attractive was news. Guess I got so traumatised from brunette men I had to switch sides.
"Two Daiquiris!", the bartender spoke, me thanking him and taking the drinks.
"You only wish I'd fall on my knees for you, that's very unlike me though", I shouted into his ear. With that I left to find Froukje.

"Were you hooking up back there?", Froukje commented when I returned. I shook my head with a laugh. "Just ran into a man that likes to flirt for a living!" "I know a few of those", she scoffed.

—Instagram—

lennon.not.john just posted a story!

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"Girl where were you the entire night?", I asked Ellie frantically when she approached our little tour bus. We'd been sleeping in it the entire weekend and we wouldn't be leaving the camping site until tomorrow. I had left the party 2 hours ago, my band joined me on my way back, only Ellie was missing. I didn't see her the whole night.
"I ran into a few familiar faces!", she slurred while taking her shoes off.
We all knew that wasn't true. Her lipstick was all smudged and her hair was messy. They were definitely not only talking.
"Can we talk tomorrow? I'm about to pass out", Ellie mumbled and fell right on her sleeping spot. In a few minutes we were all in our own heads, slowly falling asleep.

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A/N
first Lenny x Joost crossover!!!! this is actually me after rewriting this chapter because i didn't like the first one i wrote but this one seems okay i guess xxx