YouTube One-Shots (Book 3)

Rockstars

Pairing: BasicallyidoSmii7y

The party after the concert was fucking amazing. Drinks, girls, games - it was the most fun anyone could ever have. Multiple bands were there, all hanging out and having a good time. Most of the bands were small, and were there to kind of get themselves out there. 

One such band - who didn't have a name yet - consisted of two people: Smitty and Marcel. Smitty was the singer and guitarist while Marcel was on the drums. The two were a pretty good duo, and many of the people they talked to there enjoyed their songs. But not all of them. 

As Smitty was talking to a member of another small band, some drunk guy came up to him. "Your songs fuckin' sucked," he laughed. "They were probably the worst ones up there!" He wheezed, folding over before standing back up. Smitty clenched his jaw; he had a short fuse, and this guy was getting dangerously close with his lighter. He tried to ignore it, and just continued to listen to the conversation around him.

"What, you afraid to yell at me, cause-cause you're a twink?"

And now the fuse was lit.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking twink, alright?" Smitty spat, turning to face the guy. "So shut the fuck up and go back to being piss-faced drunk somewhere else." His hand went into his pocket where his switchblade was in; he always brought it with him everywhere.

The guy grinned and hiccupped, "What, you upset, that your boyfriend won't let you top? Sucks to be you, twink!"

Boom.

"That's it!" Smitty yelled, and tried to lunge at the guy. He was suddenly pulled back by the collar of his jacket, and he heard a familiar drunken laugh.

"Smittyyy," Marcel hiccupped, "calm down! He's just fuckin' around with ya," he said, his words slurring together.

"Let me at 'im!" Smitty yelled, trying to swing at the guy who was starting to wander off somewhere else.

"Nah. Come on, Smit, chillax, have some fun!" Marcel giggled, pulling Smitty into a hug. Smitty glared at the man who slipped into the crowd, yelling about something else and sighed.

"Fine. Next time that bitch comes over though, I'm kicking his fucking ass, and you're not gonna hold me back or I'm gonna kick yours, got it?"

"Sure," Marcel giggled, placing a sloppy kiss onto Smitty's cheek. Smitty sighed again. "You gonna let me go now?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I loooooove you," Marcel giggled, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Marcel, let go of me!" Smitty whined, trying to get out of Marcel's arms.

"Nope! You're staying with me whether you like it or not!" He said, burying his face into Smitty's chest right after. Smitty sighed and kissed Marcel on the head.

"Fine. Be stubborn. Not like you have anything better to do anyways..." Marcel giggled and sighed happily. Smitty rolled his eyes, keeping a look out for the guy in case he came back to try and fuck with them.