Band Love. [PUNK/EMO BANDS X READER]

Prologue

You are 16 years old, and don't know what to do with your life. You like the Punk rock bands.

You take a walk with your friend, Horizon. She has dark skin, black hair that covers one brown eye, and she's sweet.

"Horizon I don't know what I want to do with my life," you whine. "What do I do."

"That's for you to decide," Horizon replied.

You groan. The two of you keep walking in silence until you hear a scream. Horizon looks at you and starts running towards the scream. You follow.

You come to an open garage full of three boys; a blue haired boy playing a black electric guitar wearing a plaid shirt and ripped jeans. He was the most noticable. You couldn't see his face, though. Another boy was the drummer, he had brown eyes and blond hair with little freckles, wearing jeans and a white and black shirt. The third boy, the bassist, had brown hair and blue eyes, while wearing a brown t-shirt with shorts.

The guitarist let his eyes flash foward, beautiful blue-gray eyes looking towards you and Horizon. He stopped.

"Woah woah-" he said. He turned to his two friends. He turned back to you, freckles dotting his face. "Uh, who are you? And what are you doing here?"

"Well, dipshit," you started to say. "I'm (Y/N), and this is Horizon. We heard screaming. Who are you?"

"I'm Mike," the blue haired boy said, already annoyed.

"I'm Dean," the drummer said. He had a pitchy voice.

"Clayton," the bassist said.

"Well, uh, nice to meet you." Horizon said. She seemed to be in a trance. You looked over and saw the guitar that Mike was holding; white dripping in all different ways over black. It was beautiful.

"Hey, we need another guitar/back up singer and lead singer," Dean said.

"Yeah, we do, Mike." Clayton agreed, clearly trying to give Mike a hint.

"Hmph, we do...." Mike thought for a moment. "Can you sing, (Y/N)?"

"Yes," you said.

"I'm a good backup singer," Horizon said. "And guitarist."

"Awesome. You're in our band, No Guitars, now. Enjoy the ride to Hell!" Mike welcomed. "We're working on a song called-"

"ENJOY THE RIDE TO HELL!" Clayton, Dean and Mike said that the same time. They all high fived.

"Uh," you said. "Okay."

"Oh, by the way," Clayton said as Dean and Mike went to put some stuff away. "We're a punk rock band."

"No need for us to know," Horizon said, recovering her wits. "We can tell by the screaming."

Mike and Dean walked back in, carrying some paper and pens. They sat down. Clayton motioned you and Horizon to sit. Horizon sat next to Dean and you sat next to Mike. Clayton wrote down some notes.

"What are we doing..?" You inquired.

"Shut up and just let us write down our notes," Mike said, "so we can give all our notes to you two."

You sighed. It was after a while that they copied the notes and gave them to you and Horizon. You thanked them and Clayton told you that practice was the next day at 5:00 pm.

And that's how No Guitars started.