In the Band

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Allison’s P.O.V.

“Um…I was wondering,” Nick yelled over ‘California’ by Metro Station.

I held back my groan; some guys make it too obvious. “I turn here, right?” I said, cutting him off. He nodded.

“Anyway, well…I really wanted to see this one movie,” he started again. I rolled down his and my windows. “What are you doing? It’s winter!” he shouted.

“I like the windows down. It’s too stuffy with them closed,” I yelled back.

He crossed his arms from the cold. The excess sound from the wind caused him to speak louder. “It’s supposed to be really good and I uh…”

“Which house is yours?” I interjected.

“The yellow one,”

I pulled into his driveway and turned the music down. When I looked over at Nick, his body was rigid and his eyebrows were slightly pulled together. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it changing his mind. Then, he opened it again.

“Thanks for driving me home,” He finally said with a nervous smile, “So, maybe…sometime…we can…”

“Sure,” I cut him off. What the hell? It doesn’t hurt to give him a chance.

“W-what?” he said dumbfounded.

“Yeah, Nick, I’ll go out with you,” I told him.

He grinned widely, “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, so he would understand and then smiled back.

His smile got bigger. “Awesome, I’ll pick you up at eight on Friday?” He was still unsure of himself.

“Sounds good,” After he got out of the car, I blasted the music again and pulled away. Nick stood in the drive way watching with a gigantic smile. I have to admit, he is kind of cute. His buzzed brown hair and strong stature worked for him. Even if he’s not first line, he’s still on the football team, which is a plus, but that doesn’t mean I’m jumping up and down for our date on Friday.

After seeing the beginning of Nick’s victory dance through my rearview mirror, I laughed to myself and turned out of his street. My wheels slapped the pavement as I headed home.

The sound of crunching gravel filled my ears when I pulled into my empty driveway. I slung my bag over my shoulder and opened the car door. After heaving a huge sigh, I headed towards my front door, trying not to think about how much nicer Nick’s neighborhood was than my street. The red door reminded me of The Rolling Stones’ song ‘Paint It Black’. I pushed it open and then shivered. The house was just as cold as outside!

I ran over to the old-fashioned radiator we had in the living room, it wasn’t on so I turned the knob on the wall above it. The house was going to take a while to heat up; I turned on the space heater in the corner of the room and then climbed up the stairs to put my bag down in my room.

When I came back downstairs, the living room was nice and warm.

“That’s better,” I said to myself.

I slid off my jacket and walked back to the kitchen; before putting it on one of the hooks by the door, I put it to my nose to take in the musty scent of Brendon’s cologne. Damn, it smelled good. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, causing me to jump. Oh my god, what if it’s Brendon! I quickly looked at my phone to see who it was. I scowled, ugh, Brent. He wrote:

Hey

I slid the phone back into my pocket and went to the living room where I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. After a few minutes of ‘True Life’, my eyes became droopy…