That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 17 - The Youngest, But Tallest

Katie's P.O.V - Two Days Later

With a clunk, we stopped outside the given address.
Dylan beeped the horn twice, and we waited. It was a nice street. A bit like where Stevie lives, only the house were more bunched together, rather then spread apart.
This house wasn't too big. Painted white, with a garage, maybe a three bedroom? Small front garden, with a drive, back gate - leading to back of the house. Very nice, in my opinion. Not sure if I'd live here, though...

The front door opened and Eddie walked out, carrying a suitcase, with a girl behind him, carrying one bass guitar, whiles an older looking woman, spitting image of the girl, carried a second guitar.
"Eddie!" I smiled, rolling my window down.
I was sat in the passenger seat, wearing a black Star Wars top, grey sleeveless jacket, with black and red arm warmers, along with my grey skinny jeans, odd coloured converse, and my red bowler hat.
Dylan was driving, wearing all black. A tank top, with his leather pants and boots, with a dark blue bandana around his head.
Stevie wasn't that far behind, sitting in the back, wearing a black Queen tank top, with black skinny jeans, with a black leather jacket on, and his black converse.

Eddie wore a black Metallica shirt, with regular black jeans, with black converse. He smiled at us, walking down the drive.
"Hey, man! You're in the back, with Stevie!" I told him, pointing to the back, with my thumb.
Stevie opened the side doors, as Eddie nodded, and a drum fell out, making us laugh.
"Drum roll, please!" I smiled, taking the opportunity to make that joke.
The guys laughed, and Eddie grabbed the drum for us.

"You found us OK, then?" He smiled, handing the drum to Stevie, along with his suitcase.
"Yeah. We had to buy Stevie some berries, on the way here, but we made it." Dylan smiled, as Stevie held up his beloved berries.
Eddie knew everything he needed to know about each of us and the band. His buddy, Todd, would be headed to Boston, next week, meeting us at the Star Lounge. He was currently away, on a family holiday, with his parents, in Florida.
I couldn't wait to get home!

"This is my sister, Heather, and my mom, Monica!" Eddie introduced the two he was with.
"Hello!" I waved to them, my arm hanging out the window. It was a warm day, with a nice breeze.
"Hi." Heather smiled, handing Eddie the bass, who passed it to Stevie, who put it with my and Dylan's guitars, in the back.
"This is Monroe, she's the lead guitarist. It's her band. With Stevie, in the back, the drummer, and Dylan, driving, on rhythm." Eddie pointed us each out, as he took the bass from his mum next.
"Well, you take care of my boy." Monica warned us, smiling sweetly.
"We will, Mrs Riot." Dylan nodded, opening his window, letting the air pass through.
"Just call me Monica." She waved off 'Mrs Riot'. She was average height, with brown hair. I couldn't see any resemblance between Eddie and her. Maybe he took after his dad?
"Thanks, Monica!" I smiled. "You good to go, young one?!" I joked, as we were all older than Eddie.
"In a minute..." He looked down the street, chuckling at my teasing.
"His girlfriend is on her way here. He just wants to say 'bye'." Heather told us, standing by my door.

"How long they been together?" I asked.
"Since they were thirteen. High school sweethearts, they say." Heather smiled.
"Who's they?" Stevie asked, going ignored, but having Dylan and I snickering.
"What is it you want to do then?" Dylan asked Heather.
"I'm studying to be a costume designer." She smiled, telling us.
"Oh, nice!" I smiled. "That must be fun?"
"Yeah. Difficult, but a lot of good fun." She nodded.
Dylan and I nodded and we waited for about five minutes, talking to Heather and Monica, when Eddie suddenly ran off, heading to the end of the street, the way we came in.

"I know Boston can be dangerous..." Heather started.
"Nah, it's my home. I've grown up there, since I was eight. Eddie's gonna be fine." I promised.
"Good. Make sure he calls." Heather was so sweet. Protective of her older brother, and so caring.
"We will." Dylan promised, as Eddie came back, with his arm around a girl.
"Hello..." Dylan mumbled, spying them, looking through the rear-view mirror.
"Nah-ah!" I warned him, pointing a warning finger at him.
He held his hands up for surrender and the couple came over, standing at my window, to the right.

"Maria, this is Monroe, Dylan, and Stevie." Eddie introduced us, pointing each of us out.
"Hello!" Maria gave us a wave.
"Hey!" Dylan smiled at her, so I hit him.
"Sorry about him. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for letting us take your boyfriend." I teased, as Dylan hit me back.
"You can't hit a girl, man!" Stevie then hit Dylan.
"Oi!" Dylan hit Stevie, so I hit Dylan again, who hit me again, then Stevie hit Dylan again, who hit Stevie again.
"OK, guys!" Eddie broke us up. "Let's not, OK?" He held his arms out, lowering them, telling us to calm down.
"Sorry..." We all grumbled, Maria laughing.

"I'll call, OK?" Eddie turned to Maria.
"I know you will. Just don't forget about me." She smiled.
"Awe." I held a hand to my heart, ruining their moment.
Eddie smiled and shook his head at me, before kissing Maria, giving her a hug, then hugging his sister and Monica.
"I'll call, as soon as we're at Monroe's." Eddie promised, climbing into the van.
"Be sure you do!" Monica warned, as a car pulled up onto Eddie's drive.
"This your stepdad?" Dylan asked Eddie, seeing the car park up, the driver watching us in his side mirror.
"Yeah, let's just go." Eddie closed the door, refusing to look at the car.

"Stevie, share your snacks. If you've gotta piss, tell us now." Dylan ordered.
"I'm good, man! I went!" Stevie argued.
"Say bye, Eddie." I told him, waving to his mum, sister and girlfriend.
Dylan started up the van again, and Eddie blew his family a kiss, as we started the end of our journey.
I smiled, sitting back, looking to the road ahead of us. "Boston, here we come!"