That One Marching Band Romance: Movement One

Home Is Where the Band Is

Danny:

"We shouldn't be witnessing this Jackson," I whispered and he nodded.

We quietly walked off the field and back to the dance.

"Do you want to go?" he asked. His eyes filled with worry.

"One more dance," I said back before taking his hands in mine.

"Okay."

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The slow guitar melody rushed over the crowd and everyone started to dance. He spun me once and held me close. I looked into his eyes and smiled. We continued to dance in a slow, small circle.

"I'm worried about Mikey," I stated.

"He's going to be okay,"

"I know. He just really loved her. I can't imagine what he felt seeing her with Kendall. I really lost respect for him tonight," I said with anger.

"Why don't we head out. You should talk with Mikey. He probably needs a shoulder to lean on right now," Jackson said. I nodded.

"Let's get out of here."

We walked off the dance floor and Jackson grabbed our stuff from the band room.

"Chase is grabbing the car," Jackson stated.

"I texted Georgie to let her know you're taking me home," I looked down at the ground. We walked hand in hand towards the parking lot and waited.

"Hey guys," Chase said while unlocking the doors.

"Thanks for the ride, Chase."

"Not a problem, Danny," he said as he pulled away from the curb. The rest of the car ride was silent and my thoughts were racing with worry. I'm stuck in between being pissed off at Mikey for not listening to me in the first place, and feeling sorry for him for seeing it first hand.

Chase stopped in front of my house. Jackson opened the door, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Thanks for the ride," I said again and he nodded his head. I followed Jackson to the door. He turned around, placing his arms on my shoulders.

"You're a good sister Dan."

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like it," I leaned against the door and looked down at my feet.

"You are. He just doesn't see it all the time."

"I should get inside. I don't see Mikey's car, but I want to be here when he gets home," I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door, "Thank you for tonight. I had a great time. All things considered."

"Me too. Good night, Danny," he leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly.

"Night Jackson," I gave him a hug and pushed the door open. I watched him leave before shutting the door. I took my shoes off and sat on the couch, waiting for Mikey to get home.

After an hour of drumming and reading, the front door opened slowly.

"Hey Mike," I said while standing up.

"You were right Danny," his confession shocked me and I moved closer to him, "He took her from me," his voice cracked and I pulled him into a hug.

"Mike. I was in the stadium," he pulled away before talking.

"Why were you there?" he questioned.

"Not important. I just wanted to say that I saw what happened," I answered quickly. There was no way I was telling him that Jackson and I snuck off and kissed on the bleachers.