𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕? - Kyle Scheible (Ladybird)

11. - ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ·˚ ༘

Watching Kyle's practice is something you are going to keep safe in your memory box. Before you knew it, it came time for the performance itself, and several people began to crowd the space, waiting for the music.

A quick peck on the lips and Kyle was off to the stage ready for his performance. The rest of his band mates were all on the platform, conversing amongst themselves until it was time to perform. You're standing in the already large crowd and hum the melody of one of the songs to yourself when you're interrupted by the sound of a familiar feminine voice next to you. "Hey, Y/n."
Chills run down your spine once you realize who it is.
"Hey Jenna." You greet her, turning to face her slowly. You're shocked to see Alba, the cheerful platinum haired girl you befriended at school right next to her. She smiles wide at you, but you don't return the friendly gesture. You're overcome with anger and confusion you can't even form words. Who does Jenna think she is? (Besides being the most popular bombshell in school...)
"I didn't know you were friends with Alba." Jenna says sweetly, grinning. "Why haven't we been talking?"
"Because I don't want to talk to you, Jenna." You say through gritted teeth. Her smile drops almost instantly. Alba looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
"No need to be bitchy, Y/n." Jenna crossed her arms.
No need to be bitchy? You clench your fists hard. "Are you serious?" You stay sternly. "You're a backstabbing lying bitch."

Jenna winces at the harshness in your voice, eyes widened. "Okay, I think we're done, here, Alba. She's clearly got a few screws loose."

On impulse, you raise one of your clenched fists and swing it directly into her face, watching as she falls back onto the pavement and squeals. You can feel all eyes on you. Alba walks away without saying a word to avoid any other altercations. You look up to see people staring at you, mouth agape. You're frozen in embarrassment until Jenna stands up and swings right back at you, hitting your right eye. You curse loudly and shove her back against the pavement, straddling her and tugging her hair. Everyone's attention shifts from the bands performance to you and Jenna's, a few people cheering and others trying to step in and break you two up. Their attempts to split up the fight fail awfully, Jenna fighting back and slamming you against the pavement. The music, cheers and cries all fade away as your vision fades with it.

You wake up in a bed, looking around and noticing the familiar closet door and wall clock in Kyle's room. The sun is setting, so the room is rather dark. Kyle's sitting on the edge of the bed and lifts his head to say 'Hey' upon noticing you're awake. There's an ice pack and cloth right in front of your feet. You had a severe headache. You bring your hand to your right eye and discover it is sore to the touch. It dawned on you why all of this was happening.
"Shit." You mumble. Kyle grabs the ice pack and tosses it onto your chest. You grab it and aid your eye. "What even happened?"

He clears his throat and rubs his temples. "Jenna knocked you out. Had to stop the show." He said dull. Was he mad?
"I'm sorry." You apologize, frowning. He doesn't say anything, instead he takes off his shirt and discards of it onto the floor and crawls to lay next to you on the bed. He turns his body so his back faces you. He's definitely mad.
"I am sorry, Kyle. I didn't want it to escalate that much."
"It's cool." Another curt response.
"She was being such a bitch." You say as if it would justify the whole situation.
"When is she not?" He said, turning to face you, a small smile on his face. You giggle. Maybe he wasn't so mad after all. You turn over onto your side and look into his eyes. You bring one of your hands to his hair and run your fingers through the waves.
"Next time, don't fight her at one of my gigs." He says lightheartedly. You nod to show you understand and smile once you think of the practice before the performance. Your hand moves down to cup his face and he leans into it. Your heart beats fast. "You're so much sweeter than you let on."

"You have that effect on me, I guess." There's a brief but comfortable silence after he speaks.
"So I'm your 'girlfriend', huh?" You tease him.
He narrows his eyes. "Stop it."
Your smile falls. He notices and tries to save the conversation. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm just.. not good with these things."
"I know, trust me." You scoff. He lifts his head from your hand and holds himself up with his elbow. "It's a joke, Kyle."
He doesn't respond to that. Instead, he says something that you have wanted to hear since you met him for the first time.
"I do like you." He admits, cheeks rosy. "I want to try to commit to you."
"So, I am your girlfriend." You say cheekily. He bites his bottom lip while smiling.

"Yes, you're my girlfriend."

Kyle Scheible wasn't non-committal after all.

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Working on both a Bones and All fic + a CMBYN fic nd im gonna post the first few chapters soon so go read if interested 🩷🧁.