marianas trench fic

pop 101

Today is the pop 101 video shoot, Ian invited me to be an extra for the 'dance party' at the end, the only guideline he really gave me was "dress like you want to go home with someone" so I assume he was just nicely trying to tell me to dress like a slut.

I didn't mind, its fun once and a while to dress up like you want to get undressed.

I opened up my closet, pushing through my casual clothes to get to my party clothes. I pulled out 3 outfits that I already had picked out for a party that a friend invited me to but ended up bailing on me for some hunky guy she met on the subway.

I settled on some washed jean short shorts paired with a thick red belt and a tight gray tank that showed off a good amount of cleavage, with just a loose red cardigan over top. I was rather please with it by the time I got it all on. I give myself a "hey lookin' good alex" look before going into the bathroom to fix up my hair. I brushed it out while I waited for the straightener to heat up. my hair doesn't take long to do since its short, so I usually leave it until last minute. I straighten it all out and line my eyes with black and enough mascara for 10 people. its 12 so I make myself a sandwich and head out grabbing my bus fair on the way. I walk down the main street and stop at the bus stop, there's only one other person waiting there, a guy maybe 13 or. 14, playing a game on his phone. I'm 24 as of tomorrow, so I consider this my birthday present from the guys. they always put on a rad party after every video shoot they do, I'll probably catch a ride with josh and Matt so I don't have to take the bus at 4Am to get home.

the bus pulls up and I take a seat near the middle. I get some not-so-hot looks from guys across the isle, looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. I use my cardigan to cover up, sending the "I'm not into you, creep" message (not that they catch on) one of them comes and sits in the empty seat next to me, almost sitting on my hand. the smell of weed coming from him overwhelms me. he couldn't be more than 30, he wasn't the ugliest out of his friends but still nothing to drop your jaw at.

"hey lovely, where you goin' all dressed up?"

I shoot him a side glance and debate of I should reply

"none of your damn business" its sounds sassier than I planned it to be. I feel his hand on my upper thigh and take in a sharp breath

"there's only two places you could be going right now, my place, or 6 feet under"  I see the other few passengers on the bus giving me some looks that say "are you okay?" the young boy that was at the bus stop with me raises from his seat, he was only a couple seats away from me.

"fuck off" his tone is stern and his voice was surprisingly deep.

"excuse me? what's a kid like you got any business doing here?"

I see him trying to think of a response as the mans grip on my thigh tightens

"I don't have any business  here and neither do you, and you shouldn't be calling me a kid because I'm obviously more of a man than you because I don't need to threaten a pretty girl to get her to come home with me"

the bus goes silent and the mans gaze turns to the floor. he goes back and sits with his friends again, hopefully leaving me alone for the rest of the bus ride.

I get off the bus to see ian and mike waiting for me

"Alex!" ian runs toward me and gives me a hug, making me feel a lot better after the stupid bus incident. mike flashes me one of his award winning smiles and ushers me over to his car.

"shotgun!" I look over at ian to see a look of defeat, I laugh and open up the front door

"sorry casselman"

he opens the back door with a sigh and smirks as he sits down on the leather seats.