Jam's Fallen Angel

Chapter 1

    Hawk put the mic on the mic stand. "So Lex, this chick? Did you fuck her or?" He asked one of his best friends who was tuning up his bass. "No man, I'm telling you She's a family friend. She's just moving here after some shit happened, I don't know. I can't believe you don't remember her. She used to visit every summer." He responded to the questions he kept getting asked since he got there.

Hawk took some time before saying something else. "Dude you mean the dork who cried when we pulled a prank on her!?" Hawk laughed. "You were an asshole. She was actually nice ." He said rather annoyedly. "Yeah, to you. She always bitched and cried." Hawk cringed. Luckily the rest of their friends came into the basement to stop the conversation from continuing. "I think your mom's friend moved in next door. " Jam said getting in his chair behind the drumset. "Oh shit, really? Have you seen her?" Hawk questioned. "Not exactly. My mom met her mom and they talked about her a bit." Jam said twirling his drumsticks and inevitably dropping one. "Haven't seen her around school, her first day was Wednesday last week," Jam said shrugging his shoulders. "Probably around those goddamn stellas," Hawk replied rolling his eyes.

Hawk nodded his head and looked at Lex who told him to fuck off. "Let's rock and roll girlies!" Trip yelled while playing his guitar.

A couple of hours later

"I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day!!" Hawk sang off-key, Trip was headbanging on his guitar, Lex was playing with determination on his bass, and Jam hit his drum set that had their band name 'Mystery' in black tape in the front. As they finished the song Hawk grabbed his mic, "Thank you Cleveland! You been a great crowd. But after three and a half hours of kick-ass rock and seven encores on top of that, I'm sorry to say that we gotta get back to our hotel rooms and fuck some groupies, so." He showed his grin.

Behind him, Trip got ahold of Lex's bass smashing it against an amp. "What are you doing, man?! Fuckin asshole, man! That's my bass !" Lex yelled, taking back the bass from the grip of his hands. "Just one more day of school to get through girls before tomorrow night." Trip said getting excited. "COBO Hall! Detroit, Michigan! You wanted the best !" He continued waiting for his friend to join in his excitement. The four boys looked at each other with the same excitement. " You got the best! The hottest band in the world... KISS!" They began making fake crowd noises like cheers.

Headlights from a car shined into the room from the window in front of the driveway. A car rolled in honking. Mrs. Bruce got outside making Lex gasp. "Shit, man! It's Jam's mom!" He yelled hurrying to get rid of the pot, porno magazines, and the smell along with the two other boys "M-my mom?" Jam questioned before quickly spraying mouthwash in his mouth and almost choking from the taste.

They stood in a line trying to feign innocence. She crouched down while holding a cigarette knocking on the glass window. "Jeremiah! Jeremiah! Get out here this instant!" He waves at his crazy mother. "Hi Mom," He said, giving her a small smile. "Now!" He collected his jacket while stuffing his drumsticks in his socks. Walking outside alongside his friends, giving her a nervous smile he asked what came to his mind, "What's up?" She instantly gripped his shirt dragging him to the parked car. "The devil's body count, that's what's up." He gave a confused face as she continued. "Don't you know what KISS stands for? 'Knights in Satan's Service'!" She yelled as he rolled his eyes and continued to let himself be dragged. "Where is Karen Carpenter?" Mrs. Bruce asked, "How should I know ?" Jam answered feeling worried about where the conversation was going. "Do you have Donna and Marie too?" She questioned. "Why would I have Donna and Marie?" Her son asked, confused and then in fear as she threw the record into the trash can. "Whoa!" He yelled before she pushed him into the car speeding home.

"I had a nightmare once that some bullshit like this would happen. If he misses Peter Criss's drum solo, he won't be able to continue with his fucking life!" Lex said in desperation. "Lex, quit jinxing us man. Nobody's missing that concert tomorrow night." Hawk said determined not to show his fear inside since he could only hope what he said was true. A bike passed as they entered back inside the home of the bassist. The person on the bike passed by the trash can that had the record Jeremiah's mother had thrown in there. She wondered why anyone would throw a perfectly good record. She grabbed it seeing it was in perfect condition. Carefully putting it in her bag she biked home.

She got to her house and saw the neighbor's car pulled up beside her. The mother stood outside smoking a cigarette while saying a bunch of things to her son who was in the front seat looking down ashamed. Mrs.Bruce noticed the girl rolling her bike near the house and tried composing herself. "Hello, Aphrodite." She greeted her like she wasn't just yelling at her son. She made herself smile back and respond with "Hello Mrs.Bruce."

She turned around but not before noticing the way the blonde boy looked at her but he was quickly pushed inside. After being her neighbor for a couple of days she can officially call her a 'Crazy Bitch.' She thought as she unlocked her door and pushed it open with her shoulder. She was greeted with a dark house and a note stuck in front of the stairway. 'Working late. Money on the counter is enough for pizza. Love mom.' With a phone number scribbled under it, She rolled her eyes crumpling the note and throwing it away.

She grabbed the home phone and dialed the pizza place. Once she hung up she walked towards the box labeled 'BATHROOM' and searched through the pill bottles they owned. Taking a handful of the pills out placing them in a plastic bag and crushing the continents. Hearing the doorbell ring, she rushed to the door and paid the cute delivery boy quickly. Opening the box with a smile, she grabbed two slices and brought them upstairs along with a bottle of water but not before sprinkling the dust-turned pills over the rest of the slices. She took the record from her bag putting it in her record player as she sat on her bed. Love Gun by KISS replaced the silence in her lonely house. She grabbed her guitar practicing the parts she knew and didn't know. She saw shadows dance from the corner of her eye from the house beside her.

Just as if on command 'Christine Sixteen' began playing. She now leaned on her wall staring at him as he took off his jacket in frustration. She opened her window to get a better look at him and find out what fascinated her.

He turned around making her move from the window in a flash only seeing his reflection from a mirror on her desk. He had such a cute expression on his face making her swoon. Hearing a car pull up she immediately took the record off stuffing it in another record holder. After putting her cigarette out and changing into her nightclothes she sprayed air freshener with perfume and got in bed knowing her mom was going to check up on her.

As if on cue, her mother opened her door seeing her child sleeping in her bed. She noticed the opening window but she brushed it off and closed it. She then took her daughter's dirty dishes downstairs, washing the remaining dishes she yawned tiredly. Luckily she cleaned herself before face-planting in bed soon sleeping knowing her daughter was safe in her bed. Or so she thought.

Her daughter was up out of bed not a sign of tiredness on her face but rather a face of excitement. She had taken a bag from outside her closet rather than a smaller bag. She took spray cans that were still full and the color she'd like in the small bag. She then opened her floorboard taking a plastic container that had cigarette boxes and lighters and already rolled joints in there. She took her favorite cigarette box and zippo lighter stuffing them in her bag.

She put on a pair of black pants and a black hoodie over a cropped shirt. She put her socks on and got her shoes tying the shoelaces together and hanging them over her neck. The alarm clock on her bed read 10:30. Knowing her mom ate the pizza which was filled with crushed-up sleeping pills she slipped outside her window grabbed her pager and sent a message to one of her contacts who then sent back:

R<3:

The idiots r on the way alr. Be careful.