The Band Next Door

Chapter 18 - Heartbreaks and Mistakes.

So...this is a PG-13 chap. In order As for kids...don't read the part from 'here' to 'here!'. Happy reading!

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Louis's POV

Oh heck...what do I do.

"What do we do Lou?" Zoey asked the question I had been internally debating on.

I held my hand out as if saying, 'got-no-clue'.

"Uh!" It's all my fault. Zoey said.

I looked her in the eye.

"How is it your fault?" I asked her. It angered me to think that she would blame herself for my mistake.

"It you hadn't come to pick me up, this would never have happened!" she said. leave it to Zoey to put the blame on herself.

"Hey! Hey!" I consoled as I squeezed her shoulders. "We'll work it through." I reassured her. I'm pretty sure it didn't help the situation but it sure did calm her down.

"Lou...I'd hate for you to be mobbed by fans but I guess you would have to let go of the disguise." She stated pointing towards my dirty blonde wig. As much as I hate to say this, she does indeed have a plan.

I sighed a deep breath and was about to take off my wig and shades when the mechanic dude came to annonce something that would lead me to the deathbed by Sam.

"Sir...nothing can be done about the car. It's a wreck it'd stay that way." He said.

Great!

Sam trusts no one with her Mustang and I'd blown away that too! I'd after all blown away her car.

Sam's POV

So, wonder what happened between Ryan (the teacher) and I. well...let's just say...nothing much. To be honest, unfortunately I'm one of those few people who actually remember stuff after getting drunk.

-Flashback-

After we TP-ed Tanner and Juliana's house (wait, that's her name, right?) we were in a fix. We were drunk, young and had just gotten out of relationships. Okay...so maybe I hadn't ever been in a relationship with Tanner but you feel me, right? Anyway, back to the point, what can two drunk, young, available and attractive (yes, I'm a tad bit vain) adults do?

(Here) It started in the car. We had just finished vandalising Juliana's house and had driven back to the beach. At the moment we were in the parking lot of the beach. To be honest, it was me who made the first move. We started with slow kissing and things got serious when he took off his shirt. But things got R when he started taking off my top. I didn't realize what I was doing in between his tender kisses all over me. God thankfully knocked some sense into me when he unclasped my bra.

"Whoa!" I shouted which took him aback.

"What?" he asked, disappointed at being stopped.

"I-I think..." I couldn't really form a sentence. Two main reasons: due to the magnitude of awkwardness of the situation and because I was stoned.

I hurriedly started wearing my black halter top back but he stopped me mid-way.

"What ha-happened?" Okay...I guess I did owe him and explanation.

"I'm sorry" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I-I th-thought we were having f-f-fun." Wow, he really couldn't hold alcohol. Then again, I guess I'm the one to blame.

"Ryan, y-you'll be grateful that I stopped us" I told him.

"Ta-alk 'bout t-that lat-ater" he said and locked his lips onto mine. So okay...he was an awesome kisser but that doesn't mean that I should let him kiss me.