Soft ~ wlw one shots

My Metalhead Lover

[A/N] Hi guys, I just thought that this song really matches this one-shot. It's Da Vinci by Weezer. I hope you enjoy the song and the story. Please do comment <3 it makes my day when I get feedback on my writing.

Monalisa's POV

Oh my God.

You know that one time your friends decide to do something quite outrageous and include you in? And you're too sweet of a person to actually decline their offer and see their puppy eyes glazed with unshed tears and those defeated, sad looks on their faces?

Yes, this is that one time, I'm doing that mistake.

Surrounded by people dressed in all black and red, with overdone makeup and hair dye beyond reasonable limits, I'm dressed as if I'm going to a toddler's tea party, wearing a baby pink pouf dress, a white cardigan and peach stilettos with bows on them. I'm the only one that's wearing anything remotely white, let alone pink. And high heels with bows? That doesn't feel like such a good combination anymore.

When my friends told me they were taking me out to see a band, which supposedly makes great 'experimental rock', I wasn't expecting to find myself in what feels like an extreme Halloween party with too loud heavy death metal.

Walking through the crowd of metal fans felt no different than walking through a haunted house. The only thing missing was sudden jump-scares and you would've gotten yourself a pretty well-constructed horror ride in a high-class amusement park. 

The fact that I got separated from my friends the moment they decided to buy some booze, and that I was so out of place in an it's-not-even-funny-anymore way, just added to my growing lack of enthusiasm.

Talking about my growing lack of enthusiasm...

"Hey girl, come on!" I felt a hand on my shoulder as I heard someone calling for me over the loud music. Well, I think they'd been calling for me for a good while but I was just hoping to ignore them until I found the exit to this humongous concert area.

I turned around in one sharp movement, my heartrate picking up as I saw a middle-aged man, who was clearly drunk out of his mind, holding onto the sleeve of my dress.

"Hey princess, how about you and I-"

My brain soon stopped registering his repulsive proposals. I was starting to panic when he leaned in towards me, his stinking breath hitting my face. Revolted by the lingering alcohol and god knows what else in his breath, I tried backing away. But my back hit someone's chest.

"What have we got here hmm?" I heard yet another slurred voice as I felt a muscled hand place itself around my waist.

I immediately started trashing around but I was trapped between the two men. My eyes widened as I realized I couldn't get out of the man's tight grip. If I screamed, would anyone hear my voice over the loud metal song?

I shut my eyes close and readied myself to scream as loud as I can. Just as I was about to shout at the top of my voice, I felt the men being yanked away from me.

I took a moment to get myself together and after I found the courage to open my eyes, I saw the two drunkards on the floor. One seemed to have passed out and the other was holding a bleeding nose, groaning and mumbling incoherent profanities.

When I heard a faint cough, I looked up to see a girl who was cracking her knuckles and staring expectantly at me. She was one of those extravagant metal fans with half her hair shaved, the other half falling down her shoulders and the tips of it dyed. Her attire was so audacious that I couldn't help staring at her body. A leather crop top with a bold décolletage hugged her quite well-proportioned chest. She was wearing dark ripped jeans with holes so close to her waist, you could catch a glimpse at her blood red panties. And underneath were crimson fishnets, which brought the word sexy to another level. And her huge black combat boots were drool-worthy.