The Blue Door (Van McCann Fanfiction)

Van: You Blew Me Out My Mind

We were set to play a gig upstate, and Larry and I were unloading my guitar and some other equipments from the van. Larry lifted up the amplifier with a grunt, so I tried my best to keep the thing from falling to the ground.

"Didn't see you come home last night," Larry chuckled, when we finally placed all of our equipments on the trolley.

"I was occupied," I laughed, running my fingers through my hair a couple of times. Larry gave me a dour glare and it made me laughed even more.

"You shagged her again, didn't you?" Larry saw a pebble on the street and settled on kicking it towards my general vicinity.

"I don't know what you're talking about, mate," I laughed while trying to duct the pebble from landing on my body.

"Brynn. Your so called friends for benefit. You benefited a lot, alright...." Larry kicked another pebble.

"Okay, stop with the kicking, child!" I held my hand in the air. "It's not what you think. I like her," I muttered, grabbing a fag out of my pocket.

A laughter quickly erupted and I looked at Larry, dumbfounded. "I just knew it would come to this. Told you before, didn't I lad?"

"It's hard not to," I exhaled a load of smoke out.

"So much for not wanting anything else other than the band, innit?" Larry teased.

"I know. I still want that. Anything and everything for the band, but there's something about Brynn that just blew my mind, you know?" I murmured with furrowed brows.

"I never take her as your type," Larry laughed, pushing the trolley as I trailed him from behind. The other lads were already inside of the venue with Dan.

"What do you even mean?" I landed my hands on the trolley handle and pushed our instruments together with Larry up a slope that lead us to the back entrance.

"I don't know. She just looks like she's out of your league," Larry groaned, when we finally landed our equipments inside of the building.

"I know. I am nothing much. And she's on a whole different league. But if you get to know her, you'll understand why," I gave my assurance to Larry.

Larry shook his head and tapped me on my shoulder blade. "I was just messing with you. Brynn seems mint."

"Thanks, Larry lad!" I chuckled, as I locked both of my arms around Larry's waist, to which he responded by maneuvering like a defensive wrestler.

Some of our fans manage to catch us outside of the venue while having a smoke before our soundcheck. They came early to make sure they got to stand near the barricade, which amused me a lot since I didn't think a lot of people would turn up. It was still hard to believe that we actually do have fans in America, rooting for our music. A petite, girl with pastel purple hair was asking for my autograph and she was telling me how much she loved our album, so I thanked her endlessly for supporting us. She then asked me a question that made me blinked. "Are you dating Alana Haim, Van? I saw you guys flirting on Twitter," she winked.

"Uhm, well, she's awesome. And cute. That's all I can say," I blew out my tongue.

"Aww, you guys look cute together, you two should really date," she grinned. Hearing that, I sure hope the rumors about me and Alana would stop. I still thought it was a stupid move by my label. And I didn't see how it was helping my band. I thank the girl and others who were outside and went inside to get the soundcheck started.

My phone beeped as soon as I stepped onto the stage. I took a peek at the screen and saw Brynn's name. That instantly made me smile.

Brynn:
Hey! My shift will end at 7 tonight. Thought of heading upstate straight to meet you? See you there!

Sounds great, love. I'm already here doing soundcheck. Are you on a break now?

Brynn:
Soon. If you're quick you might catch me outside having a break. I am not that far, remember? :p

"Yo, Van! Can you hear me on the monitor, mate?" Mike, our sound engineer shouted from the console. Startled, I quickly inserted the monitor into my ears and focused on the soundcheck. But my mind was distracted by Brynn's teasing. Maybe if I get the soundcheck over and done with, I might catch her on her break.