The Misfit [Irwin]

0.2 bands&yelling

I jolted awake to the higest pitch scream I have ever heard in my life. "What the fuck?" I yell as I open the curtain behind my couch and peer out the window to see a giant Mayflower moving company truck outside blocking my view just as that kid Ashton had said.

"Whatever" I say as I lay my head back down. As I'm drifting off back to sleep my phone begins to ring. "I can never catch a fucking break" I yell as I answer the phone hearing someone yell back "that's a nasty word Em." "I don't care. What do you want Alex?" I yell through the phone as I lay back down on my pillow. "I was wondering if we could have band practice at yours tonight?" He asked. "I don't know depends on my parents. Give me 20 minutes and I'll call you back." I say hanging up not giving him time to say okay.

I look at the time on the cable box. 11:30 it displays in it's harsh green lights. "I guess I can call" I say to myself as I pull up the dial pad on my phone. ringing, ringing. Yes and answer. "Hello? Em what's wrong" my moms voice booms through the phone. "Nothing, the guys and I were just wondering if we could practice here tonight so I don't have to drag my drums all the way to Kris's house again. So do you think we-" "yes. That's fine dear. I really have to go love you goodbye." I didn't even have time to respond before she hung up. "I love you too" I say as I throw my phone down on the couch.

Another scream. Okay I have to find out what is happening with these people. The trash seems pretty full. I put on some yoga pants, a Nirvana tank top and yes a bra. I grab the bag out of the trashcan and tie the top with the two elastic strings. I go and unlock the front door, as I was making my way outside I heard another scream not quite as loud but still very high pitched. I walked over to the garbage can on the side of my house and looked around the truck.

I saw Ashton chasing a young girl, who I thought to be about 10 around the front yard and then into the house then out again. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the joy on both their faces. I always wished I had siblings but my parents just had me and honestly it was lonely. When he noticed me watching he stopped running and pushed a damp curl out of his face. I guess the Florida humidity was getting to him. He looked at me with those hazel eyes again making my soul melt, well I mean if I had a soul it would have melted. He smiles and waves. I smile and wave back to him as he stood at the edge of his yard giggling. He had a perfect laugh.

"Hey" he says. "Hello" I reply. He walks over to my drive way as I make my way to meet him in the middle. He looks at my face then down to my chest. God why do the cute ones have to be perverts. "That's a good band too." He smiles looking back into my eyes. "Ya, I really like them." I say referring to the Nirvana shirt had thrown on. Thank god he wasn't one of Thais guys. Then came the silence. It wasn't awkward just silent. As he was opening his mouth a little voice yelled from across the street "Ashy come help, this box is heavy" Ashton turned around as a little boy no more then 8 appeared from the truck. "Family calls" he says with a smile and walks away. "I'll see you later" he calls back. "Ya for sure" I say as I walk back to my house.

By the time it was 3 in the afternoon I had already gotten a call from my mom saying that she and my dad would be staying out tonight. Of course typical them. Whatever. I liked being alone, oh wait I won't be alone there's band practice tonight. Maybe I'll tell the guys I'm sick. No I can't do that to them just because I'm mad at my parents. I looked out the window the moving truck was gone and I had a clever view of the House. "Wow Em way to stalk you're new neighbors and make them feel comfortable" I say to myself. Just as I was about to close the window I see a navy blue pick up pull up to my house. Alex. I got up from my warm blankety womb and walk to my front door as I heard his truck door close I opened the front door to only notice a figure standing in the window across the street watching me.

"Hey babe" he yells. Here is the thing about Alex and I. He has been my best-friend since third grade and we have never left each other sides. When we were 6 we decided we wanted to be legends so we got our parents together and told them we wanted to learn instruments. Alex learned to play the bass and I learned to lay the drums. There was nothing that could separate us. We had been through so much together. "Ello love" I respond in my fake British accent causing a laugh to fall from his lips. He has always loved that.

Alex made his way to my front porch and hugged me kissing me on the cheek. I noticed the figure move away after. "Where is Kris?" I ask. "Late, again." He smiled. We walked into the house me going straight to my couch and Alex straight to the fridge. He was always so comfortable here. "Where are your parents?" he asks looking around. Before I could even answer he says "wait let me guess, out." He says. I just take a deep breath and snuggle up next to Alex on the couch as we wait for Kris to arrive.

Finally and hour later I hear a car door close and see Kris walking up to my house. He opens the door and walks straight in. Alex just stares at him and says "Really and hour late dude come on." "Whatever" he responds. Here is the thing about Kris he is always on his man period. Always so grumpy. Alex and I met Kris in 8th grade, but we really connected in 9th when we found out he played guitar. Sure he was good but he was a cocky little shit. But you couldn't help but love him.

I got up from Alex's arm and walked over to my garage and opened the door revealing the only man I needed in my life my beautiful new drum kit my parents had bought me as an 'I'm sorry for going out so much and leaving you by yourself gift'. I open the heavy metal garage door letting the hot Florida air hit us like a brick wall. God I hated it here. Kris picked up his electric guitar and Alex picked up his bass. We go around setting up our amps, me fixing my seat, then it was time.

We played for what seemed like hours tonight. The guys and I sat and talked for a while about a new song we were trying to write. It was now 10 at night. God it had been such a long day first I'm awoken at 7, then I had to deal with my family, then theses 2 little shits. I was tired but knew I was too riled up from practice and wouldn't be able to fall asleep. So I said my goodbyes to the boys and watched them pull off one by one. I sat back down at my drum kit and put on my head phones in beginning to bang out the notes to 'I miss you' by Blink 182. I glanced up for a second to see a figure standing in front of me not realizing he was there I took a double take accidentally releasing one of my drum sticks from my hand. "Shit, oh my god I'm so sorry." I yelled "No no it's cool." The figure replied. Wait I know that voice. "Ashton?"

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