A Writer's Bucket List

Grunge Lives! Does your heart?

Not revised. Typos and other errors ~~~~ sorry ! ((: )x

Floyd's POV

"Yo' Woodstock!" I heard Matt call out through the garage rock being spewed from the stage behind us.

I spun around and cocked my head up as a way of letting him know I heard.

"You think we'd fit into one of these stages?" His nose was crinkled up and he was smiling, amusement clear in his expression. I raised an eyebrow at his sarcastic question.

"Yeah, let's just ask them how they feel about indie rock." I retort.

"Well I see mean o' hipsters walking around so I think they'll let us," he jokes. The music is painfully loud from where we were standing, so I'm surprised I heard.

"Well this is hard core grunge and garage rock. So yeah , our soft rock / alternative indie / psychedelic is totally going to fit in." I joke, rolling my eyes. He only laughed and directed his attention back to Aur. He was whipped. I'll admit she was cute and all , but damn! He had it bad for her.

I was standing alone a few feet behind them and Nicole, who apparently had the audacity to be mad at me.

To be utterly honest, I don't remember half the reason why she was mad. I know I yelled at her or whatever but, she kinda asked for it. She hit the blunt willingly , I didn't point a gun at her head and force her. If that's even what she's mad about. I glanced over at Nicole. She looked hot. I need to expand my vocabulary for describing a very good looking chick. She wore some of those black semi see through things and black shorts. They reached right below her belly button. Seeing those on her I understood why guys were so turned on by stalkings. She wore a faded and cut up Pearl Jam tee shirt that revealed her belly button and a little more when she jumped around clapping at the end of the performance of a Nirvana tribute that was currently on stage. I kept eyeing her, unable to stop indulging in this eye candy. She wore a cherry red flannel, a few sizes too big, but still sexy looking to me for some odd reason. Big bulky heals were on her feet, making her legs look super toned even through the black material of the stalkings . Silky looking hair rested a little bellow her waist in the back. I noticed the wild curls had been straightened, and the chocolate brown mass was considerably longer this way. A black beanie was slung on her head, and when she turned I caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes where heavily made up, darker than I've ever seen them, and her lips an inviting color of blood or something. I'm such a creep.

She saw me looking at her, and quickly gave me a grave expression, turning back to the stage. Whatever, at least your ass is to me. ...Wtf? Again, creep. I decided I didn't want to look like a loner any longer, so I strutted up beside Matt.

"Let's go see Sound Garden or something?!" I yelled through the guitar solo.

Nicole's POV

I was psyched to be here!

I was psyched that I could see a Nirvana tribute!

I was psyched that we weren't cooped up in the shabby motel.

Seattle was beautiful, the air was always clear and crisp, there was green everywhere- and I don't mean pot green, but the weather killed my vibe. The few days we'd been here I noticed Aur getting less animated, Matt stopped being so cheeky, and Floyd was even more brooding and moody and angry all the time. I never thought I'd say it, but I actually missed the blazing sun of South Cali.

I was so excited to come here that I was the first one to be ready (NEVER HAPPENS), so I got to sit on the couch and hurry everyone up. Matt wore grey jeans and a plain white v neck, Aur wore ripped blue jeans, and a black long sleeve turtle neck. She'd straightened her hair, as usual, and Matt's. Floyd, that good looking bastard, wore light wash jeans ,for a change, tucked into black Doc Marten's, a Queen tee shirt and a black cardigan.