Glass Hearts (An Austin Carlile FanFic)

Chapter 1

The sun shined through the window causing there to be a red tinge to cast behind my eyelids. I ran my fingers through my dyed hair, rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked at the clock, 12:30. It was time to get ready for work. Ugh.

I hopped in the shower and let my thoughts take control. Maybe that cute guy at work will finally notice me... probably not, I mean I have worked there for two years now, today won't be any different. Plus, I think he is way out of my league. I don't stand a chance. And I don't know when I started to be attracted to red heads.

After I was done washing everything, I got out, blow dried my hair, and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and decided I would throw my hair up into a bun today. I finished off by doing my makeup and then headed out the door.

On the drive there, my phone started ringing. "Hello?" I answered

"Hey Ivy, its Alan, are you almost at work?" Holy shit, how did Alan get my number? I have been crushing on this guy since I first saw his beautiful ginger hair.

"Yeah, I will be there in about five minutes... Why?"

"Oh, I have a date in like fifteen minutes and I don't want to be late." A date, of course. I mean Alan Ashby is prettier than most girls in town. Of course he would have a fucking date.

"Okay, well you boys have fun." I teased. I know he isn't gay but its fun to do.

"Shut the fuck up Ivy, she is actually really pretty and nice, so if someone would stop being so jealous..."

"Me? Jealous? In your dreams Ashby." I was totally jealous. "Oh, and you can leave work now I'm pulling into the parking lot."

"Okay, sweet. Oh, and Ivy?"

"Yes?"

"Could you do me a big favor and clock me out at 6:00?"

"You're not coming back?!" Great that means I have to man the whole shop, by myself, for five hours.

"Probably not. I'm sorry, can I make it up to you?" How the fuck is he going to do that? I have to be by myself. For. Five. Hours.

"How?" I asked my thoughts out loud.

"After work, drop by my house and you can watch my band practice."

" I don't want to see your shitty band play." I really wanted to see his shitty band play. And go over to his house. And see the other members. He was inviting me over to his freaking house, but you have to play hard to get. Even though he has a date, a girl can dream.

"Hey, we are not shitty! Please Ivy, I'm sure you will love the other guys."

"Fine." I sighed. I am so fucking excited

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Work dragged on, but finally the clock stroke six and it was time for me to clock out. I clocked myself, and Alan, out then hoped in my car and called the ginger.

"Hello?"

"Hey, its Ivy."

"I know Ivy, there is this thing called caller I.D."

"Shut up! Anyways I need directions to your house."

He provided me with the directions, and soon enough I arrived. I walked up to the door a gave it a knock.

From outside, I could hear the faint sounds of drums. I waited for about 30 seconds when no answer came I beat the door with all my strength only to have it open mid knock, making me punch someone in the ribs.

"Holy shit, I am so sorry." I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Its fine, its fine." The long hair man said, while rubbing the spot where I had just punched him. "How can I help you?"

"Actually I'm here to watch you guys play," I smiled at him. Judging by the look on his face, Alan didn't tell them I was coming. "Alan invited me over."

"Oh, okay. Well, in that case, follow me." He allowed me inside and I followed him to a door that lead to the basement. As I ascended down the steps, Alan noticed me.

"Ivy! You're here!"

"Apparently." I chuckled. "So, how did that date go?"

"Great actually," He smiled at the thought. "She was kickass."

My heart sank a little. Oh well, going to have to get over that.... If I can. Shut up Ivy, you totally can! He is just a stupid, attractive, funny... Stop! Just stop! Grow a pair of lady balls and get over it. You have only had a crush on him for two years, you can do it. Just act like every other day when he was clueless to your awful flirting. Be happy that he is happy. Thats what you want right? Happiness for everyone? Just think about the crush you had on Jesse McCartney when you were younger.... Actually, on second thought, don't think about that. You should be ashamed of yourself for having a crush on him.

"Earth to Ivy.." Alan was waving his handing my face. I guess my internal 'Get Over Alan Ashby' pep talk took longer than I thought.

"What's up?"

"I was trying to introduce you to everyone, but you were off in Wonderland over there."

"Sorry about that," I said shyly. "continue."

"Okay, as I was saying. This is Aaron he plays bass and does clean vocals. Aaron gave a smile and a little wave. "That is Tino," he pointed at the guy sitting on the drum stool. "obviously he plays drums." Tino gave an acknowledging nod and flipped his drums sticks. "Thats Phil he plays guitar like moi." Phil was the guy I punched in the chest at the front door.

"Again, sorry for punching you." I said shyly

"Again," he mimicked "its fine."

"And," Alan continued. "Austin is late to arrive." He pulled out his phone to check the time. Then he look over at me. "He is unclean vocalist"

"What's your band called?" I asked

"You invite her over to watch us private practice and she doesn't even know the band name?" Tino said seriously, but cracked a smile at the end so I knew he was just playing with me.

"We are Of Mice & Men. And that is with an ampersand not the word and." I nodded, then sat in the chair that was positioned against the wall facing the band.

I was actually really excited to watch them play. I had grown up with rock music and listened to some metal and hardcore myself now, so I super stoked to see what they had in store.

The only thing we needed was the frontman to get here.