What You Wanted (A OneRepublic Fanfic)

Chapter 20- Legs

Brent's P.O.V.

"You alright? I asked Ryan as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

He seems a little on edge right now. Come to think of it, both Ryan and Jo seem to be on edge. I know their really good friends but there seems to be something going on. They seem to getting a lot closer than they usually are.

"Yeah. Just peachy." He answered a little bitterly.

I look in his direction and see a man who kinda looked like Ryan, only that guy had the same amount of tattoos Eddie has. I looked back at Ryan and I see him balling up his fists.

"Yeah okay. Seriously dude you look pissed."

"Yeah. Well I'm not. I'm perfectly fine!" He snaps at me and I jump.

Geez! What the hell crawled up his ass and died?! Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, there was a figure talking to Johana.

I turned around to get a closer look, I saw a girl talking to Jo. She had dark brown hair and big brown eyes. She was a little taller than Jo and she was very slender. She wore black jeans, combat boots and a gray long sleeve that was rolled up the elbows. And a black belt.

There was just something about that girl that made her so mysterious. I saw Jo walk passed me and walk towards Ryan. Something serious is about to go down between them. I haven't seen them this upset since that day we left for London almost a month and a half ago.

I turned back and saw the girl had been left alone. As I was making my way over to her, out of nowhere Zach and Eddie pull me aside.

"Get on stage dude, the show's about to start." Shouted Eddie.

"But what about that girl that's backstage?!" I asked as they dragged me out onto the stage.

"What girl? There's nobody there but Jo!" Zach scolded me.

I turned back and saw nobody there. What the hell?! It's like she just disappeared into thin air.

"Brent!" Said Zach as he snapped his fingers in my face.

"Huh what?"

"Get on stage." Zach says.

"Fine."

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(After the concert)

"Hey Brent, want to go to SoHo?" Asked Drew as we packed up our instruments.

"Sure man I'll meet you there." I answered as I put both my cello and guitar in the trunk of my car.

"Alright, I'll text the others to meet up there." He said as he walked towards his car.

I walked to my car, got inside and drove off. As I'm driving to Southern Hospitality, I couldn't stop thinking about the girl with big brown eyes who was standing backstage.

Who was she? Why was she there? How does she know who Jo is? I decided to call her. It rang a few times but it went to voicemail. Guess she must be busy. I decided to call Ryan since I got pretty worried about her after the whole punching-the-fire-extinguisher-glass-and-passing-out incident.

"Hello?" Ryan answered as he was out of breath.

"Hey, is Jo okay? I'm pretty worried after she broke her hand and passed out on us."