That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 9 - Different Colours

Katie's P.O.V

"Wanna take a break from driving?" Stevie asked, sat in the back as Dylan drove. We'd been in the minivan for four hours, with about one hour to go, to Ohio.
"We only have an hour to go..." Dylan checked the clock.
"Y'ah, but I'm hungry." Stevie whined.
"Oh, dude... You got the munchies?!" I asked, turning to face him, as he sat behind Dylan.
He nodded and I could almost hear Dylan rolling his eyes.
"Comes with a stoner! . . . Fine. We'll pull over." He pulled off the motorway.
"I want berries." Stevie told us.
"Berries?" I asked him.
"Y'ah! Raspberries... Blackberries... Strawberries, oh and cherries! but not blue berries! I don' like those..." Stevie looked at me.
"OK... Supermarket!" I turned to Dylan.
"Supermarket!" He nodded, pulling into the nearest one.

We all climbed out, once parked up, and we headed inside.
"We can spend $20... The rest is for our motel, tonight." Dylan checked his wallet, as we walked to the fruit selection.
"Great!" I smiled, keeping an eye on Stevie, as he grabbed some strawberries.
"Is he like this a lot?" Dylan asked me, grabbing some apples.
"He gets the munchies, yeah, but he only really eats berries, when he's like this. I think Vivian got it in his head, that berries are better..." I shrugged.
"One of your five a day!" Dylan said at the same time I did.
I nodded.
"You want anything?" He asked me, as he bagged three green apples.
"Nah..." I shook my head. "I'm going to grab a drink." I pointed over at the fridges.
"Grab me an iced coffee?" Dylan smiled.
"Sure!" I nodded walking off.

. . .

Dylan's P.O.V

"Hey, Stevie." I grabbed his upper arm, watching Monroe walk away.
"Huh?" He looked at me.
"I noticed Monroe doesn't really eat, on the road." I pointed out.
"Nah, she uh..." He scratched the back of his head. "She doesn't like eating..."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, taking him to the front of the store to grab a basket for us.
I placed my apples in and held the basket for Stevie to put his berries in.
"She uh... Has, like, uh... Weight issues... Or somethin'... She got bullied in school and picked on and shit, so she only eats dinner and breakfast... I dunno, man, but she's fine." Stevie walked with me to the raspberries.
"She doesn't make herself sick or anything, does she?" I asked him.
"Nah, man! Nah!" Stevie assured me. "She just doesn't like eating."
"Does that not concern you?" I asked him, as he grabbed a pack of raspberries.
"Well, yeah, bu' nothin' bad is happ'nin'... She not sick, or thin... Well, she is thin, but not a bad kind-a."
"Stevie, I mean no offence, but if we end up like the Carpenters, we're going to have issues, and I mean serious, life threatening, issues." I made him look at me.

He was fucking baked! I could see it in his eyes. How he could naturally hide this, was remarkable.
"Dylan, man... She's OK! I care. I do. She's OK." He placed a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded. "Alright... If you're sure."

"Stevie, I got you a coffee as well." Monroe suddenly came up behind me, placing the drinks in the basket.
"Oh, cheers, Kate!" Stevie grinned.
"Let's go pay!" I shook my head, smiling at him.
Stevie grinned and shrugged. "I need cherries!" He walked away.

. . .

Katie's P.O.V

"I think Prince was better, than Whitney Houston!" I mentioned, as I turned up the radio.
We were in Ohio, now looking for a place to stay. Easier said than done...
"Prince had some of the greatest songs I have ever heard, in my life." Dylan grinned, agreeing with my opinion.
"Showaddywaddy!" Stevie chimed in, making me and Dylan look back at him.
"Not what we're talking about... but yeah..." I looked at Dylan, as he turned back to the road.
"Nah, like they had the suits... The teddy boys... All different colours... We're gonna be, like, a hair metal band... The good shit, and all those bands don't wear their personalities... Maybe the odd member of the band, but-"
"Get to the point!" Dylan cut him off.
I rolled my eyes at Dylan, looking back at Stevie. "Go on..."
"Well! We should wear bright colours, and do stuff on stage, like Mötley Crüe did. Y'know..." Stevie shrugged, as Dylan pulled into a car park.

"Like what? Do what on stage?" I asked him, as Dylan climbed out the minibus and walked to the office, not giving us his time of day... Not that we minded.
"Well, you 'ave high energy... You cou'd run up an' down, jump around, learn to spin your guitar aroun' your body..." Stevie spun his hand around as he explained.
"No one does that, dude..." I commented.
"So, let's be the first." My cousin looked at me.
I looked out the window, watching Dylan talk to the guy sat at the office desk. "I had this toy, when I was a kid... A tiger. It was big, and I had to hold it in two hands... I used to do roly-polies, as I held it, around the living room... I could probably do that again... with a guitar... and I wear odd coloured converse, and different kinds of clothes from everyone else... I guess my personality is bright and colourful, as my mind is dark and cloudy... I like it, Stevie... I like it." I smiled, turning to my cousin.
Stevie smiled brightly, his teeth not quite connecting, as his tongue peeked through. The best smile he has.

. . .

Dylan got us a room and once we were settled, we told him the idea. After some thinking, he seemed to agree. No one really did that and it would be fun to be the first. The whole band. Not just one person, like Steven Tyler, or Mick Jagger, or Axl Rose. The whole band!

"Wake up!" I felt someone shove me, hard, forcing me out of my slumber and onto the floor.
"Hey-" Dylan covered my mouth, looking over at Stevie, seeing he was fast asleep.
"Come outside with me." He whispered to me, taking his hand away from my mouth.
"No, dude. I'm tired..." I pouted, looking at the clock. 02:47 AM.
"Now." He glared at me, but not in a threatening way. More of a 'I need to talk to you, right now' kind of way.
I sighed and got off the floor, looking back at Stevie. Dylan grabbed his cigarettes and led me outside.