A Short Stack Love Story

A Short Stack Love Story; set one

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CHAPTER ONE.

Sage.

The thumping of the drums, loud strumming of guitars and screaming of horny teenagers vibrated through my ears. It was all I could do not to cover them and look like a wuss.

Carrie had dragged me along to Short Stacks 'Stack is the New Black' last concert in desperation to catch a glimpse of Shaun Diviney in real life. He was the lead guitarist and singer of the band, who held the honour of being Carrie's latest crush.

Try and remember that it changes weekly.

Personally I hate these types of things. Sure, reading about a celebrities latest scandal, and looking up their new video on youtube is great and all, but I'm just not a fan of going to concerts and lining up for hours on end to get an autograph.

Shaun was singing the crowd's favourite 'Sway Sway Baby!', and every time they mentioned boyfriend, they'd change it to girlfriend. It was pathetic really.

Andy, the bass player and backup vocals was spinning around along the stage, almost losing control of his guitar. The crowd went crazy for it. Then again, who wouldn't? He was pretty cute with his wavy blonde hair styled with a massive side fringe, black singlet and skinny leg jeans. A definite 'bad boy' aura channelled from him.

Sweat clogged the air and pulsing bodies jumped around me, I was starting to feel claustrophobic and panicky. Carrie's hand was squeezing my upper arm, making it turn blue and I tried loosening her tight grip, but she wouldn't hear of it. So I sighed and stood there watching my arm loose all the blood.

The guitars stopped and the girls (and even guys) all fell into a hushed silence. Then the drummer, Bradie I think, started playing a steady beat before building up to a massive solo, letting his arms guide him as he concentrated on what he was doing. The effect was actually mesmerizing with the spotlight focused on him, a sea of heads blocking the view of his drums and perspiration running along his forehead and arms, showing that playing an instrument like that was more than it was cracked up to be.

His black hair was glued to his forehead, yet still retaining some of its original styling (messy, side fringed, straightened- the works), making him look pretty sexy. As usual at their concerts, he was shirtless, showing of his okay build. I guess that's what you get when you go out drinking instead of trying to stay fit.

Not once did I scream out one of their names or jump up and down, what I did was stand there looking like a fool and not caring, watching Bradie as he expressed his feelings through the drums. A few times you would think he was in pain, like he was being forced to do this.

Eventually, the concert ended and Carrie and I were walking down one of the many streets in Adelaide. I wasn't familiar with the place, but Carrie lived here for the first eight years of her life a claimed to know the place like the back of her hand. I still had my doubts about her memory.

When we turned the corner, a looked of utter confusion coloured Carrie's face, and then I knew we were lost.

"Carrie, you said you knew where we were going!" I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, feeling loose bits stick in my chewed down nails.

"I do! I think we might be on Anzac Highway!" She glared at me, her deep brown eyes still holding some of her innocence even in a rage.

"Please, even I know that Anzac Highway is a few kilometres that way." It was hard not to growl at her, so I tugged my thick black coat closer and stared at the cars driving past. Even though it was nearly midnight, loads of cars still flew past.