How Do You Do?

25: Careless Whispers

So I'm kind of out of Palaye Songs to put for the chapters so now I'm going to put songs that helped me write the chapters XD

Island of the Misfit Boy -Front Porch Step

 
It's been nearly a month and a week since Rylie and I met, and Remington despises him. Every time we talk or hang out-- which is pretty often, since we're currently writing a song together-- Remington acts childish and rude. The amount of arguments we've gotten into is unbelievable, and we're currently in one right now.
    "Oh so just because you don't trust him excuses you from being polite?" I ask, my jaw set and my arms crossed, cheeks pink from anger.
  "I don't have to be polite! He's a self conceited a** hat who's got you wrapped around his f*cking finger! Wake up, Stevie!" He shouts at me, and I gasp.
   "How dare you!" I cry, curling my hands up at my sides once I've uncrossed my arms. "He hasn't hurt me once! Which is more than I could say about you! And you don't even know him! He's kind to me, and he was there when you weren't!" He scoffs, and stalks towards me. He grabs my shoulders roughly.
   "So Rylie was there when you were raped? Rylie was there to pick up he pieces? Really? That's how it went down?!" My eyes water, and I finally tell him what I've been keeping from him for a month.
   "He didn't need to be there to 'pick up the pieces,' because he was there to stop me from being raped a second time! You a**hole!" I shove him away and stomp out of the recording room, past the now shocked Remington, and down the stairs where my band and Rylie's are waiting.
   "Got anywhere else to practice?" I ask. Vienna and Reina take note of my raspier-than-normal voice and red rimmed eyes, but say nothing. Rylie nods.
   "The bar is closed on Wednesdays, so it'll be all to ourselves," he says, and I nod. The girls to pack up their stuff, Drea grabbing my guitar and amp as well for me. Remington comes down the stairs and I dart out of the house, rushing to Rylie's tan jeep. Mine is currently filled with a drum set and a few amps, which Drea and Vienna will be driving.
    Reina and Rylie's band-- who're called Catastrophe, and they're actually pretty nice once I got to know them-- go in the other car, a black van with a skull painted on it. Remington starts to walk towards me and I prepare for the worst. However, someone suddenly towers over me, blocking Rem from view. I glance up to see Rylie looking intently at me with his eyes, though his expression still displays a lack of interest. I give him a small nod, and he nods back. Without moving much, he opens the passenger door for me while successfully hiding me from view. I quickly slip in, and soon he's in the seat next to mine, speeding off before Remington can do anything.
    The entire Ride, Rylie and I talk a bit, but mostly we sing songs off key in purpose at the top of our lungs with the beach top off. He smirks at me once I gasp, due to the fact that the first song that we sang together is in the radio.

With my voice singing the harmonies and middle verses.

  "You didn't!" I squeal, grabbing onto his arm, which is resting lazily on the wheel. His smirk doesn't move. We pull up and I quickly jump out and rush to him to hug him tightly. He chuckles, hugging me back softly, arms wrapping around my waist.
   We part, and he slings his arm around my neck, leading me to the door of the performance bar and he unlocks it. Rylie's mom owns the bar, so his band gets to play and practice here for free.
   Rylie goes out to help unload the instruments my band brought since they just got here, so I start to turn on microphones and pick up a bit. I help set up once the instruments are loaded in, and the boys do the same. I start to tune, and laugh as Rylie plays Careless Whispers as a warm up. He looks at me and wiggles his eyes brows, making me giggle.
"That song is so silly," I exclaim, and he mocks hurt.
"I love that song!" He says, and then adds, "we do a killer cover, watch." And the rest of the boys-- who're totally not the Careless Whispers type-- get ready.

As he's singing, he doesn't break eye contact with me, his eyes triumphant.
"He's totally got a thing for you," Drea sing-says to me, and I play hit her in response.
"No he doesn't," I say, blushing, and Vienna and Reina look at me.
"He so does," they say at the same time, but I can't respond, because the song ends.
   "You gonna warm up or what?" He teases, and I prance past him, getting ready to sing my warm up song while my band tunes. I don't need my baby to play this song, so I just start to sing Favorite Liar by The Wrecks once Drea starts the chords.

  I'm aware that Rylie's amused eyes are on me the entire time I rock out on the stage, dancing around like I always do. Once we're done, we start to write more songs and each of us take turns playing songs on and off. My mind goes back to Remington. What's his problem? He didn't want to be anything more than friends, so why is he fussing like this? And even if Rylie liked me more than a friend, what would it matter to him. Someone who loves someone else doesn't treat them like this. I sigh, standing up to grab another water. I hear Rylie arguing at the door, and I frown. He went to go answer that a while ago, who is it?
   I walk over and you. His back gently, and he moves aside to turn and look at me. I glance outside to see a pissed Remington.