|Let Yourself Go
Author: bookwormchicklove PM
Rock bands are the most awesome thing, especially if you actually get to know one. Most guys in bands are super awesome but it's still a very hard life with lots of ups and downs that affects almost everyone, especially if you're a really close friend of the band.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,479 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 10-05-12 - id: 3063363
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Alex and I were in the car and it was silent for about 2 minutes until he spoke up.
"How old are you?" He asked me.
"I'm 17, why do you ask?"
"Just curious and besides, you seem cool so I wanna get to know you." He shrugged. He was just so damn hot I had to look away to prevent from drooling. Yeah, he was that sexy.
"Well, what else do you want to know?" I risked it and looked over at him because, if not, that would have been rude and I can't be rude to a hot rock star, I just can't.
"Besides us, which other bands do you like?" That was a good question. He would see my great taste in music.
"Well, All Time Low, Green Day, Metallica, Mago De Oz, Bullet For My Valentine, Coheed And Cambria, Escape The Fate, Evanescence, Get Scared, I Am Ghost, Hopes Die Last, Bring Me The Horizon, Linkin Park, Mayday Parade, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Paramore, Snow White's Poison Bite, Suicide Silence, Slipknot, P!nk, Falling In Reverse, Blink-182, Avenged Sevenfold, The All-American Rejects, Attack Attack!, Papa Roach and Farewell, My Love. I guess that about covers them up."
"Wow, you sure like a lot of bands. And most of them aren't even the same genre."
"I listen to a specific band depending on my mood. But, still, they're all super awesome."
"Yeah, they are awesome." He smiled his perfect smile. Straight, white, perfect teeth showing. And he had dimples. I love dimples. I smiled back at him and I think I saw a hint of red flash in his cheeks but before I could make a decision he had already turned his gaze back to the road.
"So what's your favorite color?" He asked after I told him where to make a turn.
"You're seriously asking me my favorite color?" I raised an eyebrow at him. That was so cliché of him to ask.
"Yes, now answer me, please." He added the please as an after-thought. I sighed.
"Purple or black, whichever." He just nodded and kept driving. After about a minute of an awkward silence, I decided to say something.
"What's your full name?" I know it's a stupid thing to ask but I was curious.
"Alexander Joseph Smith." He replied making a disgusted face.
"What, you don't like your name?"
"I hate it." He again made that same face that he did before.
"I actually like it. Especially Alexander, I like it better than Alex. Alex sounds like a girl's name."
"I think it's a mouthful and it sounds too formal and stuff, not like a rock star's name. Especially one like me with a bunch of tattoos." What he said was true and he did have a lot of tattoos, but that only made him sexier in my eyes.
"But still, I really like your name. That was one of the names I was thinking of naming my future son, if I ever have one." I added the last part and that made me sad but I shrugged it off and he didn't seem to notice.
"I seriously thought you were different than other girls but I guess all girls think of being a mother." He said and I had to look away because I didn't want him to see me cry. It was pathetic, girly and stupid of my part to cry, so I sucked it up and when I looked back at him, I smiled and pretended nothing was wrong.
"Just turn right and we're there," I told him. He followed my instructions and we were in front of my house.
"I guess I'll see you around?" He asked me. If I was correct, the band was staying for 2 weeks. A little break or something.
"Sure and I could give you my phone number if you want." I asked a bit unsure. What if he told me no and said I was an idiot or some crazy fan girl? I didn't want that at all.
"Of course. Give me your cell so I can put my number and here's mine." He said giving me his cell. We put each other's number and I got out of the car after a quick good bye.
I opened the door and the first thing I saw was a fuming mad Maddox and a relieved Madison.
"Where the hell have you been? I saw that strange car in front of the house right now. Who was it? Was it a guy? Do I know him?"
"In the concert where you guys left me. Good for you! Alexander. Yes. Probably."
"What?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"I answered all your questions." I said innocently.
"Why didn't you call us? We were so worried. I thought that you got mugged or raped!" Madison said hugging me. Wow, she seriously was very worried.
"I didn't call you because you were the ones that left me and I was busy." I told her as I gave an awkward pat to her back
"And who the hell is Alexander, anyways?" Maddox asked with his big brother tone. That, people, is the reason why I'm single; it is because of that damn tone.
"Alexander is the bassist of Bury Our Lies. I was talking and hanging out with the guys but then I checked the time and remembered you guys and Alexander said he would take me because he said, and I quote, 'a pretty girl like you shouldn't walk home all alone. They're a lot of perverts around at night.'."
"Well, he is right." Madison said giving me another quick hug, "I'm glad you're ok."
"Since he was a gentleman, I won't kill him… yet." Maddox said and when Madison let go of me, he gave me a hug. "But I'm also glad you're ok." He kissed the top of my head and let me go.
"I'm not so ok, I mean, physically I'm fine but I said something that really got me sad." I said looking Madison straight in the eyes.
"Is it because of… that?" She had a concerned look on her face. I nodded and she took me in her arms again. I started crying and Maddox joined us. Sometimes, it's ok to cry. It doesn't mean you're weak, it just means you're strong enough to express your feelings.