Heartbreaker || 80's Imagines

New Girl // Bill & Ted

You sighed heavily, your muscles and bones ached. The weather was quite nice in San Dimas, your new home. However, you felt disgustedly sweaty as you helped your parents move boxes into the house. 

The large moving truck parked in front of the house screamed "new neighbors." Honestly, you weren't excited to start all over again midway through your high school year. You had an established life! However, your father's job promotion was a good opportunity for the family and it would be foolish for him to not accept it. The only downside was leaving your hometown. 

"We're almost done, [Name]" your father comments, in hope for you to look more joyous or at least content with the move. 

"I know, Dad. I'm just not too happy about leaving the band," you added, picking up another box, grunting at its weight. 

You felt melancholy at the thought of your band. It was going great, really. James, a tan dirty blonde, was on the drums. Janis, a snarky brunette, was the guitarist. Meanwhile, Dylan was the alluring vocalist with a beguiling voice. You? You were the bassist and a damn good one too. 

And you truly believed the band would go far. Y'know, until the news of your departure happened. 

"You can always make another garage band, [Name]. Just take that box upstairs and take a shower - you stink. Your mother and I will handle the rest with the movers." Your father states, feeling slightly exasperated with your teenage angst. 

You ignore the tone of your father's voice as you trudge into the house and upstairs to your room.  You weren't surprised the old fart didn't understand, he probably couldn't see talent even if it was in front of his face. 

As you enter your room, you drop the box down by the door, it landing with a loud thump. 

'Well, this sure is fun,' you sarcastically think to yourself. 

After hunting down for the boxes with your clothes, you take a shower. After showering, you feel rejuvenated as you dry and dress into your Iron Maiden shirt and slip into black jeans before putting on your socks. 

"Well, I might as well explore the neighborhood." You softly voice to yourself. Leaving the bathroom, you slip on your black converses before heading out of the house. 

"Where are going, [Name]?" Your mother calls out as you head pass the white-picketed gates of your new home. 

"Exploring the neighborhood. I'll be back before dinner, mom." You announce, heading down the suburban neighborhood. 

As you walk past each home, you criticize the front yard decor. There wasn't much else to do. The neighborhood was as normal as any suburban area could get. 

However, a house finally sparked your interest. Not the style of the house or its outdoor decor, but rather the two boys in the open garage with instruments, particular guitars. 

However, you just stare at the distant. You weren't intending to be creepy, of course not, but you definitely came off as it. It was even more embarrassing when the curly blonde guy noticed. 

And he noticed loudly. 

"Dude, Ted, that bodacious babe over there has been staring at us for like three minutes." Curly speaks out to the tall brunette, now dubbed as 'Ted.' 

You blushed, feeling more embarrassed than ever. How weird were you? To be quite honest, attractive dudes didn't bat an eyelash at you. Usually, it was Janis who received the attention from guys whether she wanted it or not. The furtherest you done with anyone was an awkward peck on the cheek from Dylan during a game of spin the bottle before you chickened out. 

Needless to say, Dylan and you never mentioned it to each other again. 

"Maybe she's admiring our musical talent." Ted replies with a grin. 

Talent? 

"I haven't even heard you two play yet!" You speak out with your arms crossed, catching the attention of the duo. 

"Yeah? Well, I'm Bill and he's Ted and we're the Wyld Stallyns! Who are you?" Curly, now known as Bill, questions after his introduction. 

Well, this certainly was a interesting way to meet your neighbors. 

You walk towards them, before stopping in front of the two boys, "I'm [Name], the new neighbor a few doors down. I was in a band before I moved. I'm a bassist." You answer. 

"That's so cool! Hey Bill, we could totally use [Name] in our band!" Ted suggests with a goofy smile. He was cute, he reminded you of a cute puppy. 

Oh dear, you've known them for like two seconds and you were already down the path of developing infatuation. 

"Wait, wait, you two totally dodged my question! Can you play?" You ask, while you didn't mind joining them, you definitely were curious in what you were getting yourself into. 

"Well, we're sorta getting there!" Bill answered. 

You blinked at the new revelation.

 Unbelievable. 

"...You're saying you guys are newbies? Never mind that, considering I have nothing to do, I'll start teaching you guys the basics." You declared, quickly overcoming the shock. Everyone had to start somewhere. It wasn't like you woke up one day and the man in the sky decided to deem you the new goddess of the bass guitar. 

"Awesome dude!" 

"That would be the most excellent!" 

Well, it was obvious they didn't really notice your shock or decided not to care. Either way, you now had some entertainment. Not to mention, this sounded the start of totally non-heinous friendship. 

Or maybe something more? Who knows. 

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Author's note: I hope you enjoyed! This is my first time writing Bill and Ted so I hope I did their characterization some justice. If not, please tell me what I can improve on. I might continue this particular oneshot if you guys like it! I definitely had a lot of fun writing this. Please, please send in any requests! I would be happy to oblige when I can. Until next time, party on!