𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕? - Kyle Scheible (Ladybird)

10. - ᴘʀᴇ - ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ·˚ ༘

The water was hot. The pressure of it felt nice against your skin. Kyle also felt nice against your skin. Your bodies pressed together only made it hotter, but you didn't mind because you loved the feeling of his figure pressed against yours. You scrubbed his head with shampoo, watching the suds build as you lathered every strand of hair you could with the soap. He smiled down at you as you did so, running his hands up and down your waist.

That was last night now. You just woke up next to Kyle who is still sleeping soundly. You watch as his chest rises and falls, and you can hear him exhale through his parted lips. His hair is still a little damp from the shower you two took together the night before, but most of it was dried now, loose waves and the rest were pin straight strands. The light from his bedroom window shined down onto his frame, making his hair look like caramel and his skin like rich white chocolate. He also smells like the two; his body was some type of desert scented with faint hints of wood. The combination doesn't sound appealing, but if anyone else was able to smell it, they'd too bask in the smell. While admiring his hair, his voice sounds through your ears. He sounds groggy, presumably because he has just woken up, but it comforts you in a way.
"Good morning." He says to you, his eyes still shut.
"Good morning to you too." You laugh, moving your hand into his hair. It felt so soft. He's lucky to have had you wash it for him.
"What time is it?" He asks you, slowly opening his eyes and rubbing them.
You look around his room for any sort of clock, then bingo- there is one on his wall just above his closet door.
"Quarter past nine." You confirm, turning your head back to face him. His eyes widen and abruptly shoots up from his position, pushing his covers off of him and walking towards his closet. The sudden change in his energy caught you off guard. "What?" You ask.
"I told them I'd be there by Eleven." He says quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans that hugged his legs. 'Them' meaning his band mates.
"You have an hour and a half." You snort.
He glares at you. "I like to practice before hand." That answer is enough for you, so you roll out of his bed and search for your clothes you wore the day prior. The thought of wearing dirty, sweaty clothes makes you uncomfortable, but you aren't sure if Kyle would let you borrow any of his. Not like they'd fit well anyway. You grab your bottoms and put them on, cringing at the fact that you know they are dirty. You look over to see Kyle fully dressed. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt with a dark brown colored jacket you were familiar with; he had worn it on the night he performed at the coffee shop and you were acquainted with him. The memory made your stomach flutter.
"Do you need a shirt?" Kyle asks you. You blush and hesitate before nodding. He throws you one of his t-shirts, blue-grey and ironed, no wrinkles in sight. You pull off your shirt and toss it onto the ground, briefly covering your exposed breasts with your hands out of embarrassment while he still faces you. He smirks.
"Nothing I haven't seen before." He comments before turning his back to you. You let out a dramatic sigh followed by a giggle before quickly pulling his shirt over your head and smoothing it out with your hands.
"You can look now." You mumble. He turns to face you and nods his head in approval.
"Nice."
"Shut up." You tease.

On the ride to Kyle's performance spot you two chat about seemingly pointless things, but to you they matter more than anything. You learn his favorite color, least favorite food, his inspiration to start a band in the first place, and he learns a great deal about you too, and you wonder if he will even remember any of it by tomorrow. You remember you left your shirt at his house and curse under your breath.
"Hm?" You hear come from Kyle.
"I left my shirt at your house." You groan.
"No big deal. You know you can come by whenever now, right?"
You nod then turn your head to face out the window, a large smile plastered across your face.

Once the car parks you start to pay attention to your surroundings and see you're at the familiar coffee shop. Kyle's car side door opens and he steps out, lighting a cigarette as he does so. You step out afterwards, meeting him on his side of the car.
"Kyle!" You hear a feminine sounding voice shout. He nods his head as if he was saying 'hello' and he begins to walk towards the voice. You look forward to see one of his female band mates and sigh a sigh of relief. For some reason, you were paranoid it was Jenna calling his name. You feel shy having never talked to his other band mates so you stand in the same spot awkwardly. Kyle notices this and grabs your hand with his, interlocking your fingers as he walks towards his band mate. The interaction furthered your shyness as you were caught off guard by the sudden contact. He had never held your hand before. His hands were much bigger than yours, but slender and soft. You love this feeling.
"Who's this?" You hear her ask. You choose to look at the ground instead of her face, still feeling relatively shy. Kyle stares at her, mouth agape for a moment before speaking.
"She's my girlfriend. I told her it'd be chill if she hung out with us pre-performance."
Girlfriend? You completely shudder and bury your face into his shoulder. Even though you aren't looking at him, you can feel him smile.
"Oh. Cool!" The girl says. "Nice to meet you... uhm."
"Y/n." You mumble.
"What'd she say?" The girl says, tilting her head.
You were about to speak until Kyle spoke for you and you thank him inside your head. "I'm Emily." The girl tells you. Pretty generic name. You think to yourself.
Girlfriend. Was he just saying that because he couldn't think of a different label, or did he really mean it? Girlfriend?
Your whole face and body has never felt this hot before, and holding Kyle's hand and burying yourself into his shoulder didn't help cool you off. But you were too stunned to look anyone in the eyes, let alone speak another sentence. He tugs your arm gently, pulling you along with him as he walks aside his friend.

Behind New Helvetia Coffee Shop there was Kyle's bands set up, guitars and microphones and all. The sight of guitars makes Kyle remember he left his bass in the car. He informs the band that he did and goes to get it. You were about to follow after him but he walked off quickly, letting go of your hand. Now it's just you and Emily and a few other teenagers apart of the band you haven't met before. In order to break the awkward silence, Emily directs a question towards you.
"So, 'girlfriend', huh?" She grins, leaning against the brick wall of the building.
"I'm just as shocked as you are that he said that." You admit, cheeks rosy. She laughs and shakes her head. "Letting you know right now, he definitely likes you if he's calling you his girlfriend before he's even asked you to be his girlfriend." She snorts. "Kyle doesn't do the whole 'commitment' and 'label' thing."
"Yeah, I've heard." You say. The sentence seems harsh, but it came off lighthearted, and Emily shot you a small smile. "I think it's good for him." She says, looking around. You take this as your opportunity to observe her. She has short jet black hair and dark eyes. Her nose is dotted with caramel freckles and a diamond stud on her right nostril. She was wearing dark lipstick and eyeshadow, along with a black turtleneck and a dark-washed denim skirt with black combat boots. Odd pairing, but she managed to pull it off. She had an average build; not skinny nor fat. You wouldn't say she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen, but she definitely wasn't ugly. She looked back at you, the eye contact making you blush out of embarrassment. Luckily, Kyle returned at that moment, guitar case in hand and cigarette in the other.
"Can I take a drag?" Emily asks him, referring to his cigarette. He nods and holds it out to her and she takes it in her hand, bringing it to her lips and inhaling deeply. The other band mates come to greet Kyle and they all introduce themselves to you.

There is two girls and two guys not including Kyle. Emily, who you had met prior was the lead vocalist, and the other girl Hailey also played bass along with Kyle. She has brown hair with chunky blonde highlights and a fuck ton of energy, much more than you usually had. Then there's Leon, a tall red haired stoner who says 'baller' a lot. He played the drums. And finally Jack who has dark hair and light eyes just like Kyle but he seems to be much more immature—immature like thinking any sexual jokes are hilarious. He doesn't tell you what his part in the band is. Admittedly, sexual puns could be pretty funny at times, so you feel like you'll get along with Jack well enough.
"So, how long do you plan on staying, chick?" Hailey asks you, biting her bottom lip and nibbling on the skin. She's..unique. You laughed internally.
"She wants to stay for practice, then she's gonna go into the crowd when it's time." Kyle informs Hailey. You nod, agreeing with Kyle. She gives you both a thumbs up and runs back over to the stage setup, grabbing her bass and beginning to strum independently. Leon follows after her, taking his drum sticks in hand. Kyle takes this as his cue to start.
"Take one of those stools next to the trash can." He says to you before heading over to their set up. The trash can? "Do you think that low of me?" You call out to him jokingly. The band mates snicker and tease Kyle after your witty comment, and you make your way over to the dumpster to grab a plain wooden stool in decent condition. Not as gross as you initially thought it'd be. You drag it over to their setup and place it before them, sitting on top of it and wrapping your legs around the stool chair. The band mates get into position and you discover Jack is the background vocalist. The first strums of Hailey's guitar startle you, but you ease into the sound as Kyle's bass follows after. You listen as each of the band mates, minus Emily, do their part in the song. Another thirty seconds or so and Emily chimes in, starting off the first verse.

Late at night, I lay awake
Thinking 'bout the love we make
Whispers in the wind, they say
We're meant to be in every way

Kyle is too focused on his strumming to look you in the eyes, but with each lyric Emily sings so beautifully, you can't help but stare at your.. boyfriend.. (you're still unsure) and think about every previous night before last night where you fell asleep with the dream of being in Kyle's embrace in his bed, and the night you shared last night where your dream came true. You can't wait for his performance tonight. Nothing can ruin it.
Or maybe, something, or someone could.
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Two chapters in one day?? Woah!! All jokes aside, I just published a smut story featuring our beloved Kyle x (f!)reader. It's pretty steamy and fun so if you like the smut chapters in this you'll def like the oneshot <3.