She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 3.

"Hi Harold," I shouted to Harry somewhere in the house. Quickly running up the stairs, I threw my bag aiming for the bed but I was in too much of a rush to look and actually care where it landed. I ran out the guest bedroom as soon I entered and ran for the stairs, but unfortunately, for me, dropping my bag off at Harry's house and being as quickly as possible was not as simple as I planned it out to be. I, of course, have to fall down the stairs from top to bottom, literally.

"Are you ok there?" I just about heard Harry through his muffled laughter.

"Ugh... my ass," I groaned in pain.

"I could it rub it better for you if you want," Harry said, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Thanks for the offer Harold, but I think I'll pass," I said, slowly climbing to my feet with no help from Harry instead he just carried on laughing his ass off at my unfortunate event.

"Why are you in such a rush anyway?" he asked.

"I'm on my way to the studio because Kath has been holding extra lessons for the upcoming show and my bike is running out of gas so I've left it at the studio and I will have just about enough gas to make it from dance to the party and now I have to walk to the studio, well sprint actually," I said annoyed with my bike.

"Come on then, I'll drive you," he said grabbing his keys, already out the front door.

"That's fine with me," I grinned following him into his car.

Harper:

"Come on Dylan get your ass over here," I said into my mobile.

It must have been the tenth time I have called her and it has gone straight to voicemail, she better not be ignoring my calls on purpose or she'll regret it later.

"Can't we just start without the guy; I bet he isn't even worth waiting for. I will even fill in for him if I have to," Ace mumbled while plucking the guitar strings on his guitar. Oh Ace, I can't wait to see your face when you are proven so wrong, so very wrong.

"You do know that Dylan is a sh-" Harry started but I quickly put my hand over his mouth so he couldn't finish.

"Trust me 'HE' is worth waiting for," I smirked at Ace.

"Ohh..." Harry said putting his arm over my shoulder realising what I'm doing. Who knows how he figured it out with that pea sized brain of his

"Okay?" Ace said slowly, probably confused by the situation.

"Why don't you and the rest of the band go set up on stage, I'm sure Dylan will be here soon," I told him.

"Yes, I'm sure HE will," Harry said, trying to do an evil laugh at the end of his sentence and notice I say 'trying' two seconds into the laugh he starts to choke, on what I don't know? Air, maybe?

"Gosh, you're such a dork," I mumbled and hit him hard on the back while he was doubled over; trying to survive from the air he choked on.

"Right," Ace muttered, staring at us both strangely. Hey, I'm not the freak here; Harry is, and unfortunately I'm related to this freak.

"I'm going to get a glass of water," said Harry still having his coughing fit, his whole face was red all over. He walked off towards the kitchen and a few people who he passed by hit him on the back to try and help but from what I gathered when I hit him it just made it worse... not my problem.

"Anyway we are already set up. We did that when we were still waiting for this dude fifteen minutes ago and by the way this dude better be freakin' amazing," Ace said.