Marilyn's P.O.V.
For the past week, I hadn't been working with my dad and the boys of OM&M; I'd convinced my dad to let me work with another band- amazingly enough, they weren't even in the same floor! This week I'd been working with Issues, and they were funny as hell; not as funny as the other boys but still, being their band bitch was fun. To say I was a fan of their is a bit of a stretch, to be honest; I'd never really listened to them before now. But they were actually really decent. Not going to lie, the clean vocalist, Tyler, reminded me of Jonah Hill.
I'd be lying if I said Shay hadn't tried to talk to me. He'd been texting me everyday since I went off on him while he was in the booth with Austin. I'm not mad at Austin, not at all. He was actually defending me, stating the obvious: they had absolutely no idea what I had done with Matt, they weren't even there! But to go along with the texts, I also got flowers with apologies attached to them.
Yeah, the whole flower thing was thoughtful, but an 'I'm sorry. Please forgive me?' isn't something you give to someone after you leave them stranded at a venue, assume they had sex with a random band member, and treat them like total shit; you give that when you forget an anniversary or a birthday. To make up for this, he'd have to do something amazing. And even if he did, I was still hurt about the whole thing, and I don't know if I would forgive him right away. I cared about him. I cared so much about him. I was 'Shay's Girl' for Christ's sake!
But whatever. All I know is that I have five minutes left today, and then it's the weekend. And Rachel had invited me to go the the beach and on the boat with her and Austin this weekend. No, I wasn't super excited to third-wheel, but they promised booze and weed, I wasn't about to turn that down.
"Hey, Marilyn," Michael called me over.
"What's up?"
"Hey, we're pretty much done for the day. So if you wanna head home, you can go ahead."
"Really? You guys sure you're alright with that?"
"Yeah, absolutely," Scout answered.
"Yeah, we just have to pack up, and then we're out," Michael chimed back in.
"Oh, thank you so much, guys."
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I got home and already had what I needed laid out. My white bathing suit(as well as my purple one, and my mint green one), my flip flops, glasses, sunscreen, clothes to sleep in, etc.
Rachel said that she and Austin were in charge of the cooler, but I thought it would be courteous to bring some extra alcohol. Basically I was bringing Smirnoff just for myself. If I was gonna third wheel, I was gonna get fucked up while doing it. But because the taste of Smirnoff by itself got sickening after a while, I had a twelve-pack of cherry 7-Up to go with it. This was going to be a very long weekend. However, I told Rachel to tell Austin that it would be great if he brought a friend along, but knowing my luck he won't. Or, he'll bring someone that is completely not my type.
Austin and Rachel showed up to get me at seven, repeatedly honking the hoorn while parked outside my house. I grabbed my Smirnoff and my twelve pack, and walked out the door, leaving Clarissa and dad a note saying I'd be back on Sunday.
This should be interesting.
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Austin's P.O.V.
"What are you doing this weekend, man?" Shay asked me this as he exited the booth.
"The boat," I smiled.
"With Rachel?"
"Yeah," I smiled again. Just the thought of her, and hearing her name made me happy.
