little drummer boy : ash : on hold

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//don't worry this isn't one of those stories//

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I wasn't pregnant.

Six hours later, we were preparing for our next gig.

"Who's playing right now?" I asked over the music being played onstage.

Johnny frowned. "I think they're called Hive Sauce or something? I heard someone talking about it."

"Hive Sauce?" I spluttered. "That is absolute gold! Why didn't we call ourselves that?"

"Oh, come on. DOTO is a pretty rockin' band name."

I chuckled. "You bet your ass it is." I took one last swig of my water and looked up at the clock. We were due to go on in three minutes.

The song finished and I clapped, rather enjoying the performance, even from backstage.

The group of four boys trudged backstage, but I didn't spend long looking at them. I twirled my drum sticks in my hands and tapped them against my legs, envisioning the first song.

My eyes caught on something brightly colored. I looked.

Green hair.

The green haired boy that I had lost my virginity to was standing ten feet away from me, talking and laughing with…

"Ashton?"

Ashton turned his head. "Jade!" He walked over to me but I couldn't stop staring at the green-haired stranger.

"Ashton, who's that?" I asked, pointing.

"Oh, that's our guitarist, Mikey. Why?"

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant and Johnny called my name.

"I have to go." I muttered. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"You'd better."

//i have to pee//