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It was an early night. You had been studying all day long, from going to the library for 2 hours straight, to taking notes consistently (causing some highlight marker colors stained on your hands), you decided to relax.
You were in the mists of taking a good ass nap in your dorm. Your bonnet twisted to the side as your off-the-shoulder tee was bunched up in multiple different spots as your blanket was over your shoulder. Your fan flowing nice cool air in your face. Til suddenly, the door to your dorm room opened.
It was hitch, your roommate, who had come back after another one of Reiners parties. Since you were a pretty light sleeper, you had lightly opened your eyes to see her coming in and taking her shoes off. “Hey girl hey,” she said sweetly, waving her hand at you.
“Hey hitch,” you rubbed sleepers out of your eyes as you slowly sat up.
“Oh-em-gee, I forgot to tell you!! Your favorite band is back in town!”
“Who? The Freedom Fighters??,” You asked as you adjusted your shirt. Hitch’s grin grew bigger as she handed you their flyer for their concert.
“FUCK YES! We have to go tonight.”
“I don’t know, I’ve been studying all day, and I need a break.”
“But girl, this could be your break! Think about it,” she says as she sits at the end of your bed, stripping her dress off with a quick slide down, leaving in her nothing but her bra and panties. You were very unfazed with her stripping in front of you, considering yall had been friends for a hot minute now.
You sit up to align with being next to her, your feet dangling along with hers. You’d been wanting to see this band for 2 whole years, since senior year of highschool. However being a broke ass college student didn’t help much with the works of going. You sat still in a train of thought for a good 3 minutes as hitch changed into a cute vintage top with low rise jeans, moving to your desk to fix her makeup.
“Please y/n.. please let’s gooo. You’ve been wanting to go for soo long. We’ve wanted to go for so long. And I know you love that singer,” she said turning to you, waving her mascara wand at you all sly with a cheeky smirk. Insinuating something.
You roll your eyes. “It’s actually the guitarist,” you say hopping off your bed. “Mmhm, same difference,” she said, fanning her hand at you as she applied a light pink gloss.
You huff a light laugh and slide your bonnet off your head, shaking your hair out. “Fine, I’ll go.” she turns to you and squeals in excitement as she then pulls you down to a hug around your neck, squeezing you tightly.
You then shower and work your way all around your body. Lotioning up, and putting on that gold glittery body shimmer you love. You then put on a cute cyan-green tie back tub top on with low rise miss-me jeans, along with a few accessories including a leopard print scarf around your belt loops, a waist chain, and your gold bangles and bracelets.
You’re looking in the mirror as you put on your jeans with hitch watching you struggle a bit. “Ughh these jeans just won’t go on,” you say frustrated, until you feel a light slap from hitch on your ass. “Duhh girl cuz you got all that butt!”
After getting ready and putting your makeup on, along with putting your hair in a half up half down like style, you and hitch headed over to the place.
*
You and hitch worked your way into the small diner. Her arm locked around yours as your purses swung back and forth as you two walked, each of your heels clicking in a specific rhythm.
She led you towards a door, passing through a bunch of people making out, people drinking, bottle girls, waiters and waitresses, etc. A tall ginger hair boy in a black button up blocking the entrance. He looked you and hitch up and down as if he was inspecting you two.
She lifted up the flyer from before, along with 40 bucks (20 for each of you). He nodded taking the 40 and opening the door for us, watching us go in. The opening of the entrance lead to a long stair case leading into the abyss of what was in store.
It was like an underground basement. A lot more bigger than the upstairs diner. Space for multiple tables and booths over in the corner. A bunch of people already crowding up at the top center, where the stage was. On the stage was where the band was warming up. The ash-grey haired drummer fixing up his set, the brunette girl eating a big bag of chips by her keyboard as the singer was fixing the chords towards his mic, his teal-green eyes shining bright in the spotlights.
And there he was. The ash-dirty blonde guitarist. He sat off towards stage left, His callused hands strumming something soft as he tuned his electric guitar. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at how he looked so effortlessly attractive.
“Girl cmon let’s go grab a table,” hitch whispered to you as she dragged you towards a table smack dab in front of the stage. You both had grabbed drinks as you sat and waited for the show to start.
Hitch turned to you with a small smirk. “How much you wanna bet they’ll call someone on stage again??”
You lightly laughed, “at least 20. I heard during their last show, someone got brought up on stage and started twerking on the singer. They got pulled off so fast!”
You and hitch laughed as you then watched the lights go low into an ashy blue to the spotlight. The two of you immediately ended your laughter as you both turned to watch the show and started squealing with excitement.
The show began, you and hitch singing some parts that you knew, standing up to dance, and at one point hitch dancing on you. After a few songs (and you becoming sweaty), the crowd immersed in cheers for the band who were already extremely sweaty. The lead singer tying his hair into a man bun slowly, revealing more of his face. “Alright alright, you know the drill, we need somebody on stage to come here and show you’re a real ass fan!,” The lead singer called out, pointing to the crowd.
People started cheering and razing their hands up high to get picked. Without even thinking, you raised your hand high as fuck. Bouncing up and down with excitement getting a little closer to the stage. The lead singer looked down dead at you. His eyes darkened to look at your face as he then kneeled down to take your hand. Hitch started screaming as you were hoisted up on the stage, a bright smiling blooming with excitement and shock.
“YEA GIRL YOU BETTER GET IT!!” She screamed clapping her hands for you.
Since the band usually does covers by this time, they started doing their cover for Meddle About by Chase Atlantic. You started dancing and screaming the lyrics. The singer lightly smiling at your excitement as you started strutting back and forth with confidence. But throughout the song, you couldn’t shake that there were eyes on you. You turn to your left, and lo and behold, it’s that damn guitarist. Working in on that guitar as his hair lightly draped around his face from sweat, but still looked entirely too good. He was looking at you so intently. As if he was studying you and your moves. You looked him up and down flirtatiously as he smirked at you with amusement. During the electric guitar instrumental part near the end of the song, you strutted toward him. The loud drums blasting throughout the place for the instrumental. You started dancing around him as he shredded through the strings, working the guitar pick with hard focus while still trying to keep eyes on you.
You stood to the side dancing next to him as you dropped it down low, and standing back up, arching your back and ass down to him. He began to lightly blush from the way you were dancing, almost as if you were dancing specifically for him. You then turned to face him and bent down to meet his eye level. You threaded your hand in his hair as you look at his eyes and lips countless times. He leaned in almost as if he was about to commit. Until you turned away to walk back, your hand slipping out his mullet and going to the center stage to scream out the last verse of the song. Leaving him stunned, but intrigued. He liked the game you were trying to play.
Once the song ended, the crowd screamed out for the band and you dancing. You laughed brightly as you saw hitch jumping up and down and waving her hand at you.
“Alright alright , what’s your name, sweetheart?,” The lead singer asked, walking over to you and holding the mic to your lips. “Y/n!,” You said breathy and joyfully. He then calls out your name to the crowd to give you a shoutout for killing it on stage. Then asking the crowd if they want an encore. Which of course lead them screaming a repetitive chant, “one more song!”
The band then commenced into one more cover song. Them doing cover songs was what got them popular after all, and decided to keep the tradition of playing the songs they would cover back when they were still small and first starting. They started playing Slow Down by Chase Atlantic. You then start squealing as this being one of your favorites. You then start screaming out the lyrics as you then started dancing. The first verse blasting as you then bent over and started rolling your hips with one hand on your knee and the other raised high in the air.
“THATS MY FRIEND!!” Hitch screamed point at you. At this point the guitarist had his eyes locked on you. Completely forgetting the guitar as he still played by memory, and his self respect completely out the window as he was mesmerized by your dancing.
You turned and blew a kiss to him and did a cute wink as you began to form a sweet smile afterwards.
‘What the fuck is this girl doing to me?’ He thought. You were like a siren to him, your movements and gestures alluring to him, and holy shit he was blushing.
*
After the show ended, you and hitch were by one of the back doors talking as she showed the videos and pictures she took of you, when all of a sudden you get a tap to your shoulder.
You turned to see the drummer, drum sticks still in his right hand.
“Hey, would you like to come back stage to meet the band? It’s kind of a thing we do for people we call on stage.” You turned to hitch who already had a fat ass grin on her face, nodding her head in a very shakey motion. “Yes of course!!” You squealed, interlocking hands with hitch as she mirrored your expression.
The grey-haired boy took you by the hand and slowly walked you towards the back where the band was, hitch following behind. Your heart hammered in your chest as you walked through back stage, faltering over a few chords here and there.
It was a small room with desks with lighted mirrors. Most likely being a room for the band to get ready for the show. The girl who was on the keyboards was standing to the corner talking to a completely new girl with black hair pulled into half-up pig tails. She had a good goth look to her with silver rings complimenting her warm cherry red nails.
To the new girls left was the lead singer. His left hand to the small of her back, you seeing this guessed they were a couple.
“Heyy dancer!” The lead singer sang, raising his hands to you as he looked up noticing you walking in with the drummer. You waved at all of them as the Lead singer started introducing everyone.
“Keyboard girl is Sasha.” He says as he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pointing to the brown hair girl still talking with the goth girl.
“Connie’s the drummer, aand Jean is..-“ he trails off, realizing the person he was about to introduce wasn’t in the same room.
“Ehh he’s probably in the bathroom. But he’s our guitar player.” He gives you a side eye wiggling his eyebrows, reminding you of your flirty teasing banter with him on stage. You smile in remembrance and move him off your shoulder as you go to talk to everybody. You take pictures along with hitch, who had been fan-girling since the two of you got back stage.
You’re sitting in one of the chairs, mid laugh when somebody comes into the corner of your peripheral.
“Wassup Jean,” Connie said, turning to wave at Jean as he then nodded his head at him. Nuzzling his hand into Connie’s hair with a soft smile on his face.
You started to actually look at him. His eyes had an inexplicable hint of charm to them. It’s like they brightened every time he smiled or smirked. His mullet was still a bit tousled from sweat (and him possibly running his hands through it to fix it up), noticing a peek of his dark brown undercut that made you bite your lower lip a bit.
Your gawking had unfortunately got interrupted with him noticing you and going into a sweet grin. His grin was almost a bit sheepish, as if he had become shy remembering your flirtatious acts up on stage.
“The names Jean,” he said raising his hand to gesture into a hand shake. You smiled as your hand met his. His warm calloused hand embracing yours. They were rough, but gentle. You told him your name as you two began to talk. One thing about him is that he towered over everyone, including the lead singer, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at how you damn near had to snap your neck to look at him.
“You come around here often.?,” He asked shyly.
You huff a small giggle. “Not much, I came because I love your guys music, I’ve been listening for years.”
“Have you been to other shows before?”
“Not really, I never had the chance or money when you guys were ever in the area.” he raises his eyebrows in surprise of your answer while still keeping his smirk
“And yet you danced like you had been on that stage a thousand times,” he said, blush creeping around his cheek bones. God why does he look so good and he’s only blushing??
“You seemed to like it” you smile at him cheeky and sly.
“Liked it? I loved it.” He huffs a small laugh as he began to lightly close the gap between you two, him almost becoming chest-to-chest.
You then start to smile to where it almost felt like your cheekbones hurt. He was extremely close.
You turn your head away to break the tension as your eyes were still in contact with his, only for him to lightly turn your head back by the chin with his fingers.
“Step outside with me for a sec,” he whispered in your ear as he took your hand gently, sneaking off with you outside to the back door away from the others.
Your heels clicked softly to the pavement as he then turned to face you once the back door shut. He almost backed you into the wall, his hair falling down around his face becoming a little messy. His eyes were intensely on yours, looking you up and down as if he was studying every trait, detail, and structure upon your face. You tucked a strand of hair out his face as you slowly looked at his lips and back at his eyes.
“I love your hair,” you say almost in a whisper. You said it almost like in attempt break some ice. His left hand finds the small of your back as he keeps his eyes on you.
“I could tell the way you tussled your hand into it earlier. You were being such a tease earlier, you know that?”
You smile and turn your head away all shy and innocently. The fuck had gotten into you? You were just dancing in front of this guy, showing your ass, and now you were being all sheepish?
He turns your face back to him.
“Don’t be all shy now, beautiful. I saw the way you were dancing for me,” He said with pride. He formed a big grin as he slowly started to lean in, the hand that turned your face now cupping.
Suddenly, a bunch of people started forming around the back door, you guessing it was obnoxious paparazzi coming for the band.
The back door busts as everybody who was once in the backstage room comes out.
“Jean we gotta dip,” The main singer said, pointing to their big tour van. Camera lights began flashing continuously as the drummer, goth girl, and keyboard girl rushed over to the van to not get caught up by the cameras.
Jean pulled you over and hovered over you that way you wouldn’t be noticed by the crowd. The last thing he wanted was this badass girl that was dancing on stage for him to get caught up in drama.
he then took something out his pocket. It was a dark black sharpie. He gestured for your arm, and you slowly raised your forearm out to him. He started writing something gently as he kept looking down at your arm and back at you.
“When’s the next time you’ll be back in town?” You ask in worry.
“Someday soon, but I’m not leaving you just yet, sweetheart.”
That made your heart flutter. He closed the cap of the sharpie and puts it back in his pocket.
“JEAN WE GOTTA GO!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP EREN, GIMME MINUTE!”
He then turns to you and gives an apologetic smile for the yelling. His hand finds the small of your back as he pulls you into his chest. He dips his head down to give you a sweet kiss on your cheekbone.
He lifts his head. “Whatever you do, don’t smudge your arm, or wash it.” He then jogs off to the truck where the other people were. Paparazzi attempting to swarm him, but are unable to catch him as he hops in. You attempt to go after him until you see him in an open window sticking his head out to see you, blowing a kiss to you like you had once before did to him on stage as the truck drives off.
You remember his words about smudging your arm, turning your forearm inward to see what he wrote. Causing your mouth to drop in shock.
The inside of your forearm had a phone number written in thick bold numbers, with a heart to the right, and under the number it said two words.
“Call me, xoxo”