Rage

Chapter Seven

"Ahh, there she is," said Kells. "Matt told me earlier that you're off tomorrow? Well, tonight that is. I was wondering if you wanted to hit up the karaoke bar with me and the guys, and your guys."

This man is killing me. I met him just the other night, and during this short amount of time, he seems to be becoming a pretty good friend. He's been texting me on and off since I came into work. Not only is he an amazing looking man, but he's a great musician and artist, funny, and clearly friendly as hell, but he's asking me to hang out with him again. It's not like he's asking me out, he invited the whole group. So why am I blushing like an idiot?! I just can't help it, those blue eyes...

"Earth to Kennedy, come in Ken," he said snapping his fingers in front of my dazed face.

"Wow, how many times has he caught me just starring at him? Embarrassing. You go girl, you go..."

"Sorry, uhh yeah sure, it sounds like a lot of fun," I stammered.

He flashed me that gorgeous grin of his, "Great! Maybe we can do a duet," he laughed. "I'm gonna let you get back to work," he looked around the gas station, "well, you know what I mean."

I smiled and laughed, "Yeah, the only downside about this shift is there's almost nothing to do, like ever. But why complain about getting paid to sit around, right?"

"Aye, as long as you're making money, a job is a job," he said. "But yeah, I was just on my way home and figured I stop in and ask you in person instead of blowing up your phone while you're at work."

"Oh, so you'd rather bother me at work?" I asked.

He gave me a worried look, which quickly disappeared after I started laughing. He smiled and shook his head. Reaching over the counter, he leans in and gives me a one-armed hug. I could die.

"You're crazy," he said. "I'll call ya later after you get some sleep!" he called out as he headed towards the door. All I could do was smile and wave.

For the rest of my shift, all I could think about was the night ahead of me. I was so excited, yet so nervous. One thing's for sure, I will not be getting hammered like the other night. As much as I loved waking up with Kells in my apartment, that was definitely not how I would've pictured it. I used to think I could hold my liquor but damn, drinking with them requires a second liver. Those EST boys are straight animals.

7:01 AM, time to get the fuck out of this place. My relief arrives just on time, a first, and I'm grateful for it. I drive my old rust bucket home, hop in the shower, and then crash onto my bed. I make sure to set and alarm to be up by noon so I can make it to my shift at Melt on time. Thank god I'm just covering part of Sarah's shift, and I'll be home by 5:30. Maybe I'll have time for another nap before I go out with the guys.

How sad is it that my life revolves around work and my next nap? I work way too hard to be this damn broke and stressed out, but I have what I need and I guess that's all that matters.

After an uneventful day at the restaurant, I turn my phone on to see 5 missed texts and 2 missed calls. All from, you guessed it, Kells. I wonder what he could want, I thought we weren't going out til later?

Not bothering to read the texts or hear the voice mails, I hit his contact and press the call button. He answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Ken, I've been trying to reach you!" His enthusiasm is cute.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I had to work this afternoon, but I'm free now. What's up?"

"Oh, bummer," he laughs. "I don't know if you read my texts or not, but I was planning on picking you up around 7. I wanted to talk to you about one of your songs that Matt let me hear yesterday. I'd really like to work with you on it, if you're up for it that is."

I was stunned. I thought he was just being nice by saying he liked our music. And now he wants to work on one of MY songs? This is insane.

"Oh, wow, are you serious? Yeah, I can't believe that MGK likes one of my songs, and wants to work with me, and hang out and-"

His laughing interrupted my ranting. "Don't be nervous Kenny, I swear I'm only human," he chuckles.

I'm so happy he can't see my face right now, because I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I know, I know, I'm just still getting used to the fact that one, you have my number, two, you're talking to me and the rest of the guys, and three you like our music. I'm sorry, I promise not to treat you any different than one of the guys from here on out."

There's a long pause, so long that I think the connection's been lost, or that he hung up. But then he clears his throat and finally speaks.

"Uh, yeah, great, that's all I ask. But, uh, yeah, so, um, I'll see you at 7 then?"

That's weird, he's never unsure of what to say, in interviews or just talking to anyone.

"Great, I can't wait," I say happily, trying to shift the strange mood the conversation just took on.

We say our good byes and I rush home. It's already 6:15 by the time I get there.

I'm having one of those cliche 'omg I have NOTHING to wear' moments. So I dig through the back of my closet, where I keep my "going out" wardrobe that nearly never gets worn. I'm throwing clothes left and right, finding nothing that makes it look like I'm not trying to hard, but I still look good, you know what I mean? Such a girl moment. But if I dress up too much the guys will make fun of me and know the reason why. Ugh, this is stupid.

After 20 minutes of frantic searching, I finally pull together an outfit. One I know the guys won't think is too much, but one I know Kells might notice me in. Why am I trying to get him to notice me? Oh my god, I'm a wreck.

With the rest of the time I have left, I fix my hair and make up and accessorize the black dress I picked out.

Looking in the mirror, I smile. Well, even if he doesn't think I'm good looking, at least I think I look cute.

OK guys, here it is, FINALLY! Not a great chapter, but hey, it's been a while since I've written anything. Please tell me what u think :)