Let's Start a Band!

Chapter 1

Okay, I really LOVE this story. I honestly am just writing down my daydreams for the furture of my band. I find it really cool because all of the names and personalities are totally true, it's just the story line that I've mostly made up.

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Belle P.O.V.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. The sound of a phone call wakes me up.

"Hello?" I ask, groggily, into the phone. It was 10:30. Way too early for me.

"Uh, hey. It's Lilly. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" She asked. I bet she wants to talk about the band-to-be. Yeah, that's what I'll call this. Our band-to-be.

"Yeah, sure. Just give me like 10 minutes," I answered, barely keeping my eyes open. Next time I won't sleep only 6 hours. Hey, teenagers need their sleep.

"Okay. Don't fall asleep before you get out of the bed," Lilly chimes. She knows me too well.

After making myself get out of bed, knowing that Lilly would march over to my house if I wasn't at her house in exactly 10 minutes, I throw on my old dark wash blue jeans, a t-shirt from camp, flannel shirt, and my black converse. I was too lazy to take a shower, so I just brushed through my hair, not caring that my part was a little too big. I picked up my purse, threw my phone and wallet in, and jogged down to the street to Lilly's house. My converse slapped against the pavement, about to fall apart considering they were three years old.

By the the time I arrived at Lilly's house I was out of breath from all of the hills in our neighborhood. I'm so out of shape, I thought, opening the door to Lilly's side door. A few years ago I would've knocked on the door and respectively stood outside until someone opened the door for me, but now I'm practically Lilly's sister soooo...

"I'm home!" I yell up the stairs, where Lilly's room is.

"Oh, hey Annie," Lilly's older brother, Perry, said from the kitchen.

"You know I hate it when you call me that. Do you know where Lilly is?" I question, very confused that she hasn't come tripping down the stairs yet. I completely ignore the fact that Perry had seemed to have lost his shirt yet again. It's like he doesn't have any. Every time I come over I'm just like 'Oh, hey there Perry.'

"And you know that's why I call you that. Anyway, I saw her grumble something about wanting to kill someone for being late while walking outside. I didn't see her after that," he answers. A look of recognition must have crossed my face becasue Perry then asks, "Do you know anything about that?"

"Uh, she might have told me to meet her here and I might be a little late. You know how OCD Lilly is about, well, everything," I giggle.

"Uh-oh. I would run away, if I was you because your about to face the wrath of Lilly Grace Martin," Perry said, side-eyeing the front door.

"ANNABELLE BELINDA CLIFFORD!!! YOU WERE EXACTLY FOUR MINUTES AND 26 SECONDS LATE!!!" Lilly screams, stomping into the kitchen. I can hear Perry trying to stifle a laugh.

"Sorry, but I didn't just wake up like this," I rationalize.

"It looks like you did because your not wearing any makeup," Lilly corrects me, smirking. She loves it when she's right.

"Maybe I didn't want to wear makeup today. Going all natural," I retort in my most smartassy voice.

"Whatever. Let's go down stairs. PERRY, WE'RE GOING DOWN STAIRS, SO YOU CAN'T PLAY VIDEO GAMES!" Lilly yells.

"Jesus Christ, I get it. No going down stairs," Perry says, in a normal voice, while rubbing his temples.

Lilly and I race down the stairs. Lilly, of course, trips on her own two feet and starts rolling downwards. It's a hilarious sight as she runs into the railing, making her groan in pain.

"I should ask for one of those chairs that move you up and down the stairs so I don't have to walk them for Christmas," she huffs.

"Don't bother. You would fall out of that too," I snort.

"True."

"Come on," I groan, pulling Lilly from in between two rails. I have not idea how she fit in between those and I probably don't want to know what it felt like.

I flick on the lights to avoid anymore disasters then plop myself onto the couch.

"Can we work here 'cause I'm not moving?" I petitioned.

"When did you get so lazy?" Lilly criticizes.

"When I was woken up too early by a crazy woman," I throw back.

"Too early? It was 10:30! How is that too earlyfor you?" she argues back.

"Well, I'm just special," I say, making a pouty face.

"Indeed you are," Lilly agrees sarcastically.

"Shall we?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"Shall we what?" she asks all confused. She had to kill my vibe.

"Talk about the band. Who's going to be in it? What instruments will we all play? Do we need a manager?" These are all of the questions I had last night, but waited until today to share them with Lilly. I don't think she would have appreciated me calling her at 3 a.m.

"None of my other friends are talented at all, so what about your friends?" I can't believe Lilly would just quit on her friends that easily. It took me by surprise.

"Jesse, although she never shows it, actually has a great singing voice, but she can't play any instruments, but Ellie has a pretty good voice and plays the electric bass a bit. Not to mention that I have been playing the guitar since I was 8," I brag, puffing my chest out.

"I have kinda been teaching myself to play the drums because I hate the piano," Lilly admits shyly.

"Really? That's awesome! Now we just need to call up all of my friends and get together. I know they would love this, although Jesse can be a bit bipolar."

"Did you think about a band name last night? I already have a favorite out of the list we made."

"Yeah, I have a favorite too. Do you want to say them at the same time?"

"Sure."

"Ready, 1, 2, 3..."

"Problem Solved," we both said at the same time.

"Yay, well I guess that is decided!" I cheered.

"Yeah. Watch out world, Problem Solved is coming your way," Lilly joked while using her hands as fake guns. She was weird as hell, but I still loved her.