Pumped-Up Kicks 2

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So the band for the indoor concert I went to with Remie was actually very good. You never expect high school bands to actually be good until they are. And this was probably a stereotypical scene in a commercial or movie where everyone is half naked with alcohol or sodas running around or making out for no damn reason. Well it's summer what the hell do you expect.

I looked at the red cup that was sweating in my hand and took a sip. "This looks fun. Bunch. Come on." Remie pulled me along to join the crowd. "Told ya this is cool." And we fell silent listening to the loud noise. Guitars, drums, singers and more random teens could be heard for miles. Surprisingly I couldn't smell any drugs so I hoped that was good. "T."

"Yeah."

"Check out drummer boy." Well he was attractive I must say. His arms were hunky and he obviously spent most of his time in the sun. His hair was a dark blonde. Perfect for Remie I guess. "Confession: I live for drummer boys."

"I'm really liking the lead right now." I bit my lip and took another swig of my drink. He was tall and a black guitar hung loosely off of him. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves when they're done."

"Agreed." The band, who I figured out was called "Give Us Two Minutes of Monday" sang many covers and a few originals. Give us two MOM as I shortened it played a good show. "Hey I'm getting another drink do you want anything."

I shook my head no and stood where I was. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, so I answered it.
"HULLO!" I shouted over the loud music. "I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW. I'M AT A PARTY."

"You told me that you were seeing Remie."

"AND YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU AND HER WEREN'T TOGETHER. YOU LIED JASON!"

"So did you. Stop yelling at me."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I'LL CALL YOU LATER." And with that I hung up my phone. More crazy kids came running at me and pushed me into someone making me spill my drink on them. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry." There were napkins next to me and I shoved them on his torso.

"No worries. It happens." I looked up at him. "Everyone else is already underdressed so," and in one swift motion he took his shirt off. So um I kinda just spilled my drink on the lead. He was more attractive in person with big gold eyes and curly dark brown hair. "What's your name love?"
"Uh- I'm Chantel." His skin was as dark as mine. But don't even get me started on his abs or his arms.

"That's beautiful. Now what's your full name?" A living Augustus Waters. Hopefully he won't die.

"Chantel Celine Allegria."

"Hello Chantel Celine. I'm Moose."

"Hi Moose. I liked your show. You guys are killer." Maybe not killer but still very good. In any case I wanted to impress him.

"Did you come alone?"

"No um my friend Remie brought me. She left to get a drink but that was before I spilled mine on you." He cracked a half smile. I like this kid.

"You came with Remie Smith?" Moose furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah she's my best friend. I just uh don't know where she is right now." We settled into a comfortable silence waiting for one of us to say something.

"Well my friends and I were gonna go to the mall after this is you wanna come with." Moose rubbed the back of his neck and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

Just then Remie appeared beside me and handed me a new cup. "Who's your friends?" Suddenly she seemed interested. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"There's Ridley. She's the bassist. Riley is the drummer. Rid and Ri are twins. And Grey like the colour, He's the other guitarist." He turned back to us. "Are you down."