I dragged myself out of the comfort of my bed and promptly fell on the floor.
"What the hell? Jesus fucking christ, OUCH!" My face was against the cool carpet, it smelled like fresh linen. I was sorta a clean freak about my house. Most people I let over enjoyed it.
I looked at my clock on my nightstand and its red lights showed that it was 3:00.
"FUCK FUCK THE SHOW STARTS IN TWO HOURS AND IM HUNGRY AF" I yelled to an empty house. My house. My screaming was muffled by the floor below me.
"Now Alexa, it's time to get off the floor and dress yourself." I had to push off the ground with my forearms, not like I had a problem with that. Well, today I did. I was getting up when my grey cat Drew jumped on my back, knocking me off balance and I was on the floor once again.
"Okay, you know what? FUCK YOU DREW I NEED TO GET READY TO PLAY THIS SHOW WHERE LYNN IS GONNA BE AT OKAY?" Her name made me smile, I was grinning like a fool.
Just like that I was standing upright in my oversized t-shirt I took from Dane, one of my band members. It was all I slept in, along with black basketball shorts. I walked over to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty okay for sleeping 12 hours. Then I saw black makeup all over my neck. Lynn did cry on me, that must be from her. She was so fragile, I just wanted to protect her from any harm that came her way. I shook myself out of my inner thoughts to undress and hop in the shower.
The water was warm, and I always got showers with the lights off. It was more relaxing. That didn't stop me from slipping twice on soap from my own hair. I got out and dried myself off, and then walked back to my room to select what I was going to wear.
After some consideration, I decided on a grey t-shirt, my black leather jacket, some black pants, boots, and my beanie. It was chilly out, so this seemed like a good choice of clothing. My clock now read 4:30. I could still eat.
As fast as I could, I made eggs, bacon, and some lightly toasted bread to eat. I was a good cook, if I don't say so myself. I was halfway through my eggs when my phone went off. It went to speaker automatically.
"Hey Alexa, I hope you're up! The show is in half an hour, I'll be right over to pick you up! Be ready or I swear to god I will make Ant sing all your parts!" It was Dane, of course. The message cut off after a few seconds. Of course I was ready. Ready to rock that fucking bar again.
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Your Hand Inside Mine
FanfictionAlexa San Roman is in a band and plays shows every week at little bars, not expecting much but loving every moment. She never would have thought to meet a girl who makes her feel at home. (The title is taken from a song by Explosions In The Sky)
