How Do You Do?

26: Can You Not With My Child?

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Favorite Liar -The Wrecks

   Remington glances back at Rylie with the bitterest look I've ever seen. "She's not here, huh?" He spits out, and shoves past him. I roll my eyes, and sigh.
   "Remington, I'm not in the mood to fi--" I'm cut off by Remington grabbing my face and roughly kissing me, making my eyes flash with surprise. I kiss him back, surprise making me forget that we've just fought, and he pulls away from me, forehead resting against mine. I'm still too shocked to say anything.
   "I love you, damnit, and the fact that you're around him all of the time makes me pissed as hell. And I should've been there, and I'm sorry I wasn't. I didn't know, Stevie, and I'm sorry I wasn't the one to stop those douches from touching you. But I don't want what we have to disappear because of him."
    I pull away from his touch, and take a few steps back, crossing my arms while looking away from him. "You're the one who only wanted to be friends," I say softly, looking anywhere but at Remington. My eyes land on Rylie, who's looking away with his jaw clenched. I know he doesn't feel anything romantically towards me, I just know it.
   "Well what the hell am I supposed to want, Stevie! I'm scared sh*tless! I've never felt anything remotely romantic that's lasted for more than a month before you! I don't want to screw up!" He defends, and I sigh.
   "Well you're screwing up anyways, with the way things are now," I respond, and I start to walk out when Rylie tries to get him to leave. "It's okay, Rylie, let him stay, I've said what I need to." He nods, and leaves Remington to do what he will, and we go back out to the stage area. To our surprise, our bands are watching angrily while strangers are messing with our instruments.
    "What the hell?" Rylie asks, surprised, and Drea rolls her eyes as one guy messes with her amp. She's got her arms crossed while her foot taps angrily.
   "Your mom let them in, said that they might be another band that could perform here," Marcius, the bassist of Rylie's band, mutters to him, making Rylie's jaw clench. I immediately dart to my guitar when a boy with curly hair picks it up.
  "Can you not with my child?" I ask tightly, and try to take it from his grasp, he tightens his grip.
"No need to get worked up, Love, just borrowing it," the boy says in a British accent. For some reason, the accent only pisses me off even more, though it's probably just because his paws are still on my baby.
"Well borrow your own," I say sweetly, a fake smile plastered on my face, and he grins.
"We've got a feisty one now, don't we?" He says mockingly, and I roll my eyes. He plucks my guitar from me easily, and starts to mess with the tuning, and that did it for me.
I reach out like I'm going to choke him-- which I am-- and start to speed walk towards him when someone sighs behind me and wraps their arms around my waist, lifting my up and walking we off the stage while I struggle. Rylie drops me onto Remington's lap, who I guess decided to stay. Rem locks his arms around my waist to prevent me from pursuing my homicidal thoughts, and I huff. He and Rylie fist bump in triumph.
"Didn't you two like hate each other just five minutes ago?" I ask, irritated, and Remington responds.
"That was before he told me about his fiancée," he informs me, and I drop my jaw in shock. Say what now?
Before I can ask anymore, the stupid guy starts off the song his hand is playing with my guitar.

Idfc- Blackbear

I have to admit, their pretty good, and his technique is flawless unfortunately. However, when he throws a wink at me, I lunge for an attack once more, Remington still not allowing me.
By the time they finish their song, I'm fuming, cheeks as red as my old hair. Remington lets me stand, and I go to collect my guitar. The infuriating boy stands at the steps of the stage, waiting for me with a smirk. I quickly climb up the stair and take it from his hands.
"Hate to brake it to you, love, but that one is garbage, I hope you don't actually play on that tripe," he taunts, and I turn to face Reina.
"Hey, babe?" I call to her, and she steps forward cautiously.
"What's up, sweetie?" She says, and I hand her my guitar carefully. Then, motioning for the a** wipe to come over--to which he complies to-- I tackle him off the stage.