Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

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[Disclaimer: 'WonderWall' was not written by me or the character. It belongs to the band Oasis.]

Lad's PoV

"What's up, Laddie? How was your weekend?" Jackson asked me, sitting at his keyboard.

His fingers rested on the E-Flat major chord.

"It was good."

"How's your new spot in your band?" He asked, teasingly. He didn't know that I actually accepted the offer.

"Its good, actually." I said, smiling brightly. Jackson's smile touched his ears as he hugged me tightly.

"Oh my god! I'm so happy for you!" He shouted, making everyone in the shop look at us like we were crazy.

"So, gimme a run down of everything. The members, the songs, you know." He said, after helping a customer.

"Okay, so there's five, if you include me. There's Julian, who's the lead singer. He's really cool, and...."

I talked to Jackson about them all morning, and my exciting weekend with them.

By the end of the day, Jackson was talking and askin me questions about them like he was there the whole weekend.

When I came home, I was tired, and bored.

My phone rang, and I dashed into my small kitchen to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked breathlessly.

I heard some muffled voices on the other line, and then a familiar voice clear his throat.

"Ladonna?"

"Nick?"

"Yeah, hi. I was....uh, wondering if you were doing anything."

"Not at the moment, I guess not." I said as I shrugged lightly.

"Can I come over?" Nick asked. My face went completely red. He wants to come over..??

"Yeah. We should hang out. Jules took the guys to the bar, and I kind of just wanted to hang with you, I guess." Nick said.

"Um, sure."

"Cool, I'll be over in five."

I hung up the phone, and looked down at what I was wearing.

Sweat pants, and an old crop top. Good enough. I waited for five minutes and forty five seconds until he came. But who's counting?

"I'm here." He said as I opened the door. He wore that earnest smile, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I see that. Come in, and please excuse my rinky-dink apartment." I said, blushing lightly. Nick took off his jacket, and I hung it up in his closet as he sat on my couch.

"It's cute. And small."

"Yep. Rinky. Dink." I emphasized. Nick lit a fresh cigarette, and I sat next to him, watching as he did. I changed the channel, and hummed to myself.

"What do you watch?"

"Vh1."

"Ah. How does a classic rock takeover sound?"

"Eh.."

"What do you mean, 'eh..'"

Nick leaned over, and picked up one of the tapes sitting on the arm of my couch. They were collecting dust.

"What's this..?" He asked curiously, caressing the tape tediously.

"Hey, put that down!" I cried, reaching for the tape. Nick yanked it from my reach.