Saving Trey Wilson

1 - Beginning

Note: Please, if you are a grammar nazi, don't read this story. I am not that good at English. Apologies. (And if you are asking why use English instead of my own language, because I want to.)

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Kim POV

"Where's Peter?" as I entered studio. "He's late again." I added, crossing my arms with pissed facial expression. Does he even know we have a practice today? Like, we've been doing this for years, I mean.. Seriously.. I don't know if he still wants to be part of the band. Anyway, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Kimberly Knotts, people call me Kimmy or Kim for short. I am 16 years old and a 11th grade student. I can't believe next school year is my last school year, how time pass.

So, We're at the studio now and currently, waiting for our guitarist. If you are wonderin' why are we at the studio and waiting for our guitarist, it's because we're going record our new composed song (composed by Kevin, our bassist). And.. If you are asking if we're a band who is like.. popular or such. No. We're just doing this because we want to. Well, at first, we have a goal why we form this band. To Kick those popular crowd's butt way back in the middle school. Sadly, we didn't. Even though we failed, we still continue this band just for fun. For them, but for me, I think once we became popular, I can finally meet the man behind my music inspiration, Sir Trey Wilson. Oh damn! He's so darn good! He's the Prince Of Pop, almost like Michael Jackson! But of course, MJ is waay good. I mean, people call him as the King Of Pop. But I don't care, Trey is much cooler for me. I still have his old albums (my mom bought it when she was younger, she's also a fan of Trey). A little info about Trey, he is handsome as hell and talented as heaven! You know what I'm sayin'? He's just so damn perfect in my eyes. I sometimes wish I can turn back time and meet the young him. I bet I will faint in front of him. I feel like a crazy fan right now. Haha! Back to reality Kim!

I throw myself to the couch where Kevin is sitting. Lemy, our drummer, is busy practicing our new composed songs. Kevin scoots beside me and said "Chill Kim, he'll be here." patting me on my shoulder. I reply with a smile and he smiles back. That smile, Kevin's smile is like heaven with those perfectly carved dimples. He's been my crush ever since we were in middle school before the band starts. I remember the moment he accepts our offer to become the band's bassist. Me and Lemy was shock at that time. Because he belongs to the popular group, well.. the purpose of this band is to kick the popular crowd's butt and he's joining? That's unexpected that he also want to help us to kick his friends' butts. 

Suddenly, Kurt, our pianist, stood up and said "I'm going home." then he grab his bag from the couch where me and Kevin is sitting. "There's no point waiting Peter, since we all know he's "too" busy doing "something"." he added emphasizing those words, which is right. Peter is been like this since the school started. We have no idea why but he's "too" damn busy. "Kurt is right. Besides, I need some rest because Mr.Wallace is giving me a headache after assigning me with Kisha." Lemy said spinning her drum sticks with her fingers. Me and Kevin decided to call it a day even though we didn't do anything today.. again. 

Lemy and Kurt already left leaving me with Kevin, who is also lives in my neighborhood. We always walk together since he just moved to our neighborhood last month. We've become closer day by day which giving me a hoity-toity feeling. When we reached my house, we walk until we reach my house's front door. Then we reached my house's front door, he smiled at me and say his goodbyes. I waved at him when he walk passed to our fence. Smiling like an idiot. I don't expect "something" to happen since I know, he only sees me as a neighbor. I opened the door, and walk to our kitchen. I am hungry so I want to grab some snacks before going to my room. I search some food at the fridge and I saw nothing but milk and.. rotten.. cabbages. Yuck. I turn around and I saw a note on the counter top.