little drummer boy : ash : on hold

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"Where did you go?" Johnny asked me when I clambered into the van.

"To see a movie." I shrugged, putting on my seatbelt.

"And you couldn't have texted me that you were okay and being raped or kidnapped?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I should have texted you. I'm sorry, Johnny."

Johnny started the van. "It's fine. I ended up dancing and having a very interesting conversation with a girl."

By the emphasis put on conversation, I knew that that dialogue was between lips and tongues.

"Good for you." I said, turning up the radio, which was playing Everybody Talks by Neon Trees.

"I like this song," Johnny said before beginning to sing along.

I tapped my fingers along, pretending my knees were the snare and hi hat, singing quietly.

Right as the song ended, we pulled into the driveway of our apartment.

Johnny and I had moved out of our parents home when I was seventeen and he was nineteen. We were really close and it was nice to live together without our parents.

"We have a gig tomorrow," Johnny said, turning off the engine. "Don't forget."

I nodded. "Gotcha."

Johnny got his guitar out of the back and I had him help me with my drum set.

I took a shower and changed into my pajamas, lounging on my bed.

I was just browsing my Facebook when my phone vibrated.

 

From: Unknown Number

hey it’s ashton

- little drummer boy

//how bout ashton gives me his number am i right ladies//