The Dream

Chapter 9- Ash and the bad band name

I'm still grinning from the show when my cell phone rings. After glancing at the number, I bring it to my ear.

"Hey dad."

"Heyyy Ash. So, your sister had her play tonight, as you can probably remember-"

That I do... She's villager #3, and had 3 solos in the play for about three lines total. Es muy importante. The parents made a big deal out of it, and thus had to miss my show. Whatever, I'm used to it.

"And, the thing is, Mom decided she'd rather stay home, so... I was wondering if you could walk home? The school's not that far from the house, and I'm currently driving Em home from the opposite side of town."

"So Kris is stuck home alone with Mom?"

This cannot end well...

"No, she's with me. We were shopping for groceries when Em's play ended."

"Ah."

Thank the dogs.

"Alright, I can drive home. See you there, Dad."

Time for a long walk in the dark... Best get started.

    With a sigh, I put in my earbuds, grabbing my backpack and guitar case, wishing I had my license.

Stamp on the ground

I grin at a good song, and I put my music on shuffle, before beginning my walk towards my house, doing the little dance one does when they're walking but they really want to dance. Very dramatic arms, on my part.

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Moving all around

Tep tep da dow

Stamp on the gr-

"Nice dancing," I hear a masculine voice say, causing me to jump slightly, pulling my earbuds out and whirling toward the source of the sound, an aesthetically pleasing teenage boy about my age who I believe goes to my school's rival school.

Correction: He's dating the swim team captain of the rival school, and is visually appealing, most likely because he is the captain of the boy's swim team, happens to be the lead singer and guitarist of the band The Magic Mics, a band that makes good tunes. I've dubbed him pretty boy and his best friend Sam is named Goldy, because he looks like a fucking golden retriever in human form. I just can't remember his actual name because I don't care that much.

Correction to my correction: He's dating my ex-girlfriend, of course I care. I just never learned his name.

*mentally clears throat* ANYways...

What the fuck was that? Shut up, Sky. I'm typing here.

"- you heard a word I've said?", his voice breaks into thoughts, causing me to jump slightly.

"Um, no?"

He sighs, "I said do you need a ride?"

I raise an eyebrow, "I don't even know you."

"And I don't even know you, except I know that my girlfriend here would have an issue if I left you on the side of the road."

Oh boy...

"Hey Nicky," I wave at the beautiful blonde sitting next to him, still damp from swim practice. And yet she still looks hot... urg...

"Sup Ash. How's life been?", she asks with her stupid smile.

Goddammit Ash, stop acting like a lovestruck teenager. She's straight. Very straight.

"... interesting..."

She giggles, her green eyes twinkling,"Isn't it always with you?"

"It has it's moments."

"So, do you need a ride?", Pretty boy asks, and I glance around, gauging my options.

    It's gotten dark since I started walking home, and the temp's dropped 10 degrees since I started, making me a shivery jumpy mess.

    "Where you headed?", I ask instead, shifting my stance, looking up through the window of the truck.

    "I have a gig at The Nightlife."

    "Oh, the 21 and under club on 43rd?"

    "That's the one. Nicky here says you live within a couple blocks of it," He comments, causing me to look over at Nicky in surprise, raising an eyebrow. She shrugs at me.

    "Nicky would be correct."

"Nicky would like to point out that she is right here."

"Nicky is now talking about herself in third person," I comment in return, smirking faintly. Just like old times...

"Nicky-," She giggles again, "I would like to give you a ride to your house."

    "How about just to the club? I can walk the rest of the way there, and then you don't have to go out of your way."

    "Sounds like a plan. Into the car with you!"

I chuckle and climb into the back seat, sitting down with my guitar case across my lap.

"And we're off!", he announces, as he begins driving toward the club.

"So, your band's playing a gig?", I ask after a while, breaking the silence.

"Yep."

"Is your band any good?"

"Not to brag, but we're pretty good. We're going to be competing in the talent show at your school next month, since most of our members are from there."

"Really?" Didn't know that...

"Yep," He says, popping the 'p'

~A couple more minutes of awkward silence~

"So... Nicky, think your team has a chance at winning state this year?", I ask, knowing she's passionate about her team.

Her eyes light up as she turns toward me, twisting to look at me from the front seat, "Oh yeah! Our team's awesome this year, and the newer girls are doing really well for their first years on the team!"

"I dunno... Our team's doing pretty well this year too... Did you hear Alex is our new team captain?"

"Yeah, your team's doing pretty well, but my team's gonna dominate this year."

    "Well, may the odds be ever in your favor," I answer as we pull up to the club, finding a parking space

    "And in yours," She replies, once the car is parked, climbing out.

    I follow, grabbing my backpack and guitar case, walking into the club, mainly out of curiosity.

    As Pretty Boy walks over to his band mates who're setting up, I stay moderately close to Nicky, who seems to know what she's doing. She looks surprised when I follow her in.

    "Still here?", she asks over the music, and I shrug.

    "Wanted to see what the big deal was about," I respond, and she grins back at me.

"Trust me, it'll be worth your while."

The Magic Mics get on stage as I say my next few words: "Time for pretty boy to show what he's got."

A/N

Hey guys,

Sorry we/ Ash (me) took forever to update.

Hopefully, we'll have another chapter out soon!

Ash Out

Buttersky, away!

(please don't kill me, Sky...)