OKAYY HI DUDES. been a while ik, I'm sry. But I've beEn SenT a RequEsT bY an anonymous reader! Sorry if it's shitty. Comment if you want a second part, request, or certain band. Anddd I'm tweaking your request a bit for a few reasons.
Also I realized I'm not the most gender neutral person lol so if you're a guy I apologize ;3;
FlAsH bAcK uwu
The night was young, y/n, a fourteen year old mess was shakily packing a napsack in the light of the street lamp outside. Her bag only consisted a few Green Day cds, pajamas, her favorite stripped shirt, her iPod, and a tooth brush along with some cash to buy tooth paste. When satisfied with her belongings, she pulled on skinny jeans and dirty white converse. She spotted her ukulele case in the corner and grabbed it, thank goodness it had a strap. She took a happy sigh and stepped out into the hall of her apartment complex.
It smelled of coffee grinds and the leak that was always in the ceiling, even though they lived on the third floor of a five story building. 'What is that,' y/n said sniffing in disgust. It didn't matter, tonight she was making her escape from that dead beat she called a father.
She didn't want live on the streets, but anything was better than that place. Besides, she could make it work. She would earn money with her instrument and it would get better from there! She would be like those cliché musician stories right?
Wrong.
End of flashback.
It had only been three days, but she had traveled so far out of city she really didn't know where she was. But it didn't matter! She would make her break here! It looked busy enough!
Wrong again.
Ever since y/n took a step out of her home to start her new life it had been storming. Severely. Lightening, thunder, wind, it was bad. She wouldn't dare pull out her ukulele in this weather and it's not like people would stop anyways. People were staying inside. Walking fast with btheir hands shoved in their pockets. Quickly driving home to their families after work. It was hopeless.
On the fourth day, y/n had found shelter under an over sized dumpster lid. It was still chilly, but her hoodie and pajama pants would do. She put her head down with her earbuds in, hopeless, cold, and wishing she hadn't left. Song above isn't goner by tøp because it's like the g note for them andddd I'll stop talking.
***
"For gods sake Remington can we get to this recording studio without you gawking at everything in this dumb town?" Sebastian said, face palming at his brother's stupidity.
"But- but they have Harry Potter pillows in there! Can I at least get a butter beer?"
"I'm sorry but we're not at universal studios!" Sebastian snapped. This made Remington roll his eyes. To his surprise, yEp you guessed it he could've swore he saw a kid on the other side of the street. He looked up and saw his band mates extremely ahead of him, and took this as an advantage to run across the street and check on them.
"Emerson go stop your brother from being ran over," Sebastian said without even turning around.
"He's your brother too y'know!" Emerson said storming off behind Remington.
***
Y/n yanked her earbuds out her earbuds and began packing her things. She didn't even mind thinking of something to say to her father, for all she knew he could've gotten himself killed by now. She began trying to push the lid up and back onto the dumpster when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Oh god, it's the police, or worse! Child protective services! Thoughts began to race their adolescent mind of what was happening. Did my dad put up flyers? Am I on the news?! What do I do! Finally she balled up all of her confusion and turned around.
and screamed.
"WHO THE F- WHO ARE YOU?"
"I was expecting can I have some change? Or, can you help me get home, but that works too," the man gently smiled. Y/n scooted back and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"I have no interest in going home," she said shakily, but still keeping her composure. The guy furrowed his eyebrows, and then looked y/n dead in the eyes.
"Well, my names Remington, and the guys over there staring at me are my brothers, and we've got somewhere to go! Would you like to come with us?" He said trying to be friendlier.
Y/n squinted to see an annoyed man with a guitar case slung across him, and another one who looked like he just walked off the set of pirates of the Caribbean.
"Make it snappy papi," Remington said, jokingly?
"Okay! Okay!" Y/n laughed. "I'll go." With that, the girl packed up her little belongings and shoved her iPod in her back pocket. These weren't her initial plans no, but anything was better than the garbage can. Maybe she can an actual shower for once and not the sprinklers!
Remington held out his hand for y/n to pull herself up with and they crossed the street together.
When they were on the other side of the street, Emerson lifted his sun glasses to take a good look at the kid. Sebastian was already half way down the street and at their destination when he yelled, "Let's go everybody! The time for introductions can be later!"
***
Y/n plopped down on the cushion-y wheelie chairs and watched the three walk into a booth. When they were finished they walked out and sat next to y/n.
"would you like to chill with us before your parents come to look for you?"
Y/n's eyes widened. That was rather blunt- besides these guys could be chain murderers! Moral of the story kids don't do this shit irl- I am not being held accountable for your murders. She had to come up with some lie, or good reason to go back to her trash can before they found out she was panicking !atthedisco.
But she didn't want to- she wanted to go with these dudes. They just didn't know how long, her father obviously wasn't gonna go looking for her. This should be fun! Y/n thought devilishly.
"Yeah," they said. "Why not!"
The end was a bit rushed and it made me remember why I stopped writing these because oh boy that made me cringe. Whatever, hope you enjoyed.
