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Hagen’s POV

It was Saturday which meant band practice. David had just joined Medical Plaza, so I’m excited to see how today goes. David seemed like a nice addition to the band, pretty chill kid. Not to mention unbelievingly gorgeous, and charming. That wouldn’t be considered cheating, would it? To think of somebody like that in your thoughts? Would it even be considered cheating at all, considering I have nobody to cheat on. Brendon had been acting really strangely this week. He’s quite the jealous one, so he probably thought David of some sort of a threat or something, which is not true. David’s cute and all, but not my type. He’s been ignoring me and just been acting really edgy. Not like himself. We’re not in 6th grade anymore, he doesn’t have to avoid me to get my attention.

I rolled out of bed, where I slept for 14 hours, and got dressed. I threw on a pair on black jeans with a grey clandestine hoodie, and my all black converse. Before I walked out of my room, I poofed my hair violently, and grabbed my drum sticks. I slid into my honda and drove 10 miles above the speed limit to Paige’s house. I was late to practice and Paige hated late people. If I was late she’d lecture me for 20 minutes about how I shouldn’t be late, and I would have to sit there for 20 minutes pretending like I was sorry.

I pulled up to the Castro residence, walked through their beautiful courtyard with fifty million different types of flowers, and rang the door bell. I looked at my watch. 11:34. Shit, I was late. Oli answered the door, “DUDE. YOU’RE LATE!” He pointed at me, with a donut in his other hand,
“Nice to see you too...” I pushed past him, into the house.
“YOU’RE LATE DAMMIT!” Paige yelled at me, walking down the stair case.
“Yeah...” I shrugged.
“YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT LATE PEOPLE!!! YOU CAN’T BE LATE!!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AT 11:30 AND ITS NOW....” She looked down at her phone, which was in her hand, “11:35!!!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry and stuff.” I grabbed a donut which was sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
“Thats five minutes we wasted waiting for you to show up!” She continued her lecture, throwing her arms up in the air. She talks with her hand, without even knowing it.
I threw my hands up in the air, in mockery of her.
“DO NOT MOCK ME DAMMIT!” She glared at me. If there was one thing she hated, she hated when people mocked her.
“Ahaha, its so fun to make you mad. You should see your face.” I pointed and laughed.
“Hey guys, Davids here...”
Paige picked up a donut and proceeded to throw it at me as David walked in the door way, missing me and hitting David with the jelly filled pastry.
Me and Oli broke down laughing, while Paige stood there quickly turned red with her hands covered her mouth in shock, and David standing there with guitar case in hand looking at her confused.
“OhmyGod, I am so sorry. That did not mean to hit you!” She explained, extremely embarrassed.
“Aha, its all good.” David wiped the remaining crumbs off his shirt and handed her the donut.
“Um, thanks.” She took the donut and shoved it back in it’s box.
“You’ve got good aim, sister.” I complimented, still giggling.
“Shut up...” She mumbled.
“This usually doesn’t happen. We don’t throw donuts around just for fun. They’re not that weird. They’re usually all business. At least, I am.” Oli informed him with an arrogant smile.
“Says the boy with the chocolate all over his face.” Paige smirked.
“Says the girl who pegs donuts.... and misses” Oli retorted back.
They took a moment to just glare at each other... then they broke out in laughter.
“Yeah okay.... follow me, I’ll show you our practice space.” I instructed.
David followed me downstairs to the Castro’s loft, where we set up all our instruments, while Oli and Paige stayed upstairs... throwing donuts at each other.

We had my red and black drum kit, three basses, guitars, and microphones,and two amps set up on their hardwood flooring. The walls were painted a darker blue with Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, and ZZ Top vinyls hanging everywhere. Not to mention the mini recording studio in the other room.
“Aha, this is super sweet.” David smiled.
“Yeah, I practically live here.” I commented.
“I can see why. This place is leggiitttt.” He walked over and admired the guitars.
“Totally. So tell me about your old band.” I interviewed.
“Well, to tell you the truth, I have never been in a hard core-esque band. I was in a band called This Providence, and played bass. They had more of an indie, acoustic sound. It was more pleasing to the ear, more relaxing, but I still love the music you guys make.
“Why thank you. I indeed write most of it.” I tried not to gloat.... too much.
“Really?” He asked, running his hand threw his hair.
“Yupe.” I clicked my tongue.
“Thats pretty cool. I’m glad I was inducted into this whole band type thing.” He said, talking with his hands.
“Ahaha, well we’re glad to have you. Play me something from This Providence.” I ordered.
David pulled out his guitar out from the case, and started strumming.
“I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.
For the thrill of the fall.
Ignoring sound advice.
And any thought of consequence.
My bones are shattered.
My pride is shattered.
And in the midst of this self-inflicted pain.
I can see my beautiful rescue.

I'm falling more in love.
With every single word I withhold.
I'm falling more in love.
With every single word you say.
I'm falling head-over-heels for you. ”

His soft voice, sung along to the sweet chord progression produced by his guitar.
He finished the verse, and blushed ever so lightly.
“Yeah, I’m not much of a singer.” He wiped his hands on his jeans nervously.
“That was beautiful. You wrote that?” I gushed.
“Thanks, and yes, yes I did.” He announced proudly.
“Well from a writer to a writer, you are very talented.” I smiled.
“Well from a friend to a friend, that is very sweet.” He returned a smile.
“Aha, you’re right. This Providence and Medical Plaza are quite different.” I analyzed.
“Just a tad. Just a tad.” He agreed sarcastically.
“Well who knows, maybe some of indie sounds will work its way into all of the screaming going on.” I shrugged, as if that would actually happen.
“I doubt it, but who knows, it could happen.”
“Maybe....”

Oli and Paige came down stairs, with powdered sugar all over their faces.
I shot them a ‘WTF?’ look.
“We are just that hardcore, and you are jealous.” Oli explained through his British (and super sexxxyyy) accent.
“Yes, that is it. I am jealous of your sugar powerderyness, Sykes.”

Paige picked up her bass, and Oli took the mic off his stand and started swinging it around. That was usually que for the start of actual practice. I ran over to my drum set, and started drumming a familiar beat.
“David, do you listen to the Devil Wears Prada?” Oli asked, swinging this mic around, almost hitting the floor, and multiple inanimate objects.
“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands.”
“We’ll start off with a cover song. You know ‘Hey John, Whats Your Name Again?’”
“Yup, sounds good.”
“One, two, one, two, three, go!” I started off the song.

David seemed to be keeping up with Oli’s energetic screams and Paige’s complex bass lines and my ridiculously fast drumming.
Looks like we’ve found a nice replacement.

“Yeah, okay, you’re recruited. You’re officially apart of Medical Plaza. Congrats.” Oli decided after the song ended.
“Aha, cooooooooool.” He slurred.

The rest of rehearsal was use teaching David some of our songs, and just random jamming. He was a really talented musician, more than I thought. He played guitar, bass, drums, piano, was an amazing lyricist and not a half bad singer. Plus he was beyond adorable, like holy Jesus. Super sweet, too.
Reminds me of a former love, that I once knew.
But whose name I cannot recall, unfortunately.
I think its safe to say that he’s the perfect person for me.

Ryan’s POV

“BITCH YOU ARE GOING DOWN!!!!!” I screamed at the TV, Xbox controller in hand.
“YEAH, YOU WISH! YOU WISH!!” Spencer yelled back.
There was a knock on the door, right in the middle of the game.
“Commmeee innn.” Spencer said, concentrating 99.9% on the game.
In walked Caro and William.
“Sup?” William crashed on my bed.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” I asked, blowing up Spencer’s car (in the game...)
“Decided to just come and chill. You guys don’t mind.” Caro laid down next to William.
“Nope. Not at all.” Spencer threw his control on the ground. “I GIVE UP DAMMIT! YOU WIN!”
“Sorry kid, next time. Next time.” I rested my hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah next time you’re gonna be inilated.
“Ryro, comeee siitttttttttttt.” Carolyn slurred, sitting up, patting the area right next to her.
I plopped down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulder. She rapped her arms around my waist, and snuggled closer to my chest.
“Yo, thats my girl. Get your own.” William said childishly. He got up and sat in between us, “That’s better.” He beamed a smile.
“You’re such a dork. I like Ryan bettttttttter.” Caro got up and sat on the other side of me, and hid behind my shoulder.
“Dude, I think she’s over you.” I advised sarcastically.
“I think you’re moms over you.” William mumbled.
“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” Spencer screamed.
We all laughed. That’s usually how things ended around here.

Caro’s POV

We spent the remainder of afternoon prank calling, walking around aimlessly in Spencer’s neighborhood, and writing campfire songs.
Spencer is good for Ryan. Well not like that, but the fact that Ryan’s staying with Spencer is good for him. The Smith’s really do care, and he’ll get the respect that he deserves, plus a family that can really support him.
I kinda want Ryan back. Ryan, there’s just something about him that I really like. Not to mention he’s really really ridiculously good looking.
I’m over William.
He’s just boring. All he really does is try to solve his rubiks cube, and talk about crap nobody really cares about. I mean he’s a nice kid, really sweet, but nothing special.
He’s really not all that interesting, I mean he’s a good friend, but not really a good boyfriend- at least not for me.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just too much? I don’t think so, we’re just too different of people.
And they say opposites attract, please....

Ryan’s POV

Either Caro and William got into a fight, or Caro and William are just bored with each other. I don’t see any chemistry between them anymore. Caro is has that whole whatever attitude about William, like she doesn’t really even care about him anymore. And William is just so oblivious to it, he treats her the same way. Its not like he treats her badly, but he’s just, I don’t know, he’s just so clueless to what she wants. Caro wants someone that’ll keep her interest, and he doesn’t. But then again, I could be wrong.
.............................
I think I’m in love with Spencer.

Spencer’s POV

Ryan’s seems happier now that he moved in with us. He’s like the brother I’ve never had.
It funny how much Caro has been hitting on him lately, and how it totally doesn’t phase him- at all. Fuck, he probably doesn’t notice it at all. He seems too distracted by something else to pay attention to her, but I don’t know what.

Two days later

Brendon’s POV

Brent had called earlier, told me to meet him at his house, which was odd because he obviously didn’t like me. He has actually told me I was obnoxious and I couldn’t play guitar for shit. I don’t know, some people aren’t people people, I didn’t take it personally.
I rang the door bell to the Wilson’s house.
Brent opened the door, “Brendon, ahh, come in” he said in his nasal as hell voice.
I walked in the house where I saw Spencer and Ryan sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table.
“Common, feet off the table.” Brent whined. They just looked at him and laughed, keeping their feet on the table.
“Um, Brent, why am I here?” I asked. I really didn’t get the memo. He wasn’t just going to invite me over for tea.
“Take a seat on the couch, Brendon” He demanded, gesturing to the couch. I sat down next to Spencer, who was picking on the openings of Brent’s couch.
“Okay guys, you may of wondered why you’re here.” Brent started off, pacing in front of the coffee table.
“Yeah, can I go now?” Ryan asked, scratching his head.
“No! There’s a reason you guys are here!” He stalled, annoyed.
“Brent, lets get this over with, I’ve got tacos to consume.” Spencer said, staring at his watch.
“Tacos?” Ryan looked over at Spencer with wide eyes.
“Mom’s making tacos for dinner, yeah.”
“Dude. I like tacos.”
“Dude, I know, me too.” Spencer gave Ryan a high five.
“Do you guys hav-” Ryan started before Brent interrupted him.
“Guys! Stay with me here!” Brent snapped.
“Lets get to the point now.” I wasn’t gonna stay here forever.
“I’m quitting the band.” He announced proudly.
Fuck. He can’t do that.
“Shut up, no, you can’t do that.” Ryan jumped up, finally removing his feet from the table.
“Well, actually I can.” Brent retorted.
“LIES. You can’t quit.” Spencer yelled.
“Common Brent, have a heart, we need you!” I begged.
“Now you guys admit it. You people treat me like shit. I’m not gonna take it anymore. You guys aren’t going anywhere, any how. Its not like you people are gonna make it big. I’m joining in Patrick Stump’s band. They actually need me. Unlike you. You guys can find some other kid, but I’m not gonna stand for this anymore!” I have never heard Brent so mad.
“Know what?! Be like that. We don’t need you. That was a lie. Brendon’s a liar. We’ll find someone better than you, and you know what? Our band will make it big, unlike your little boy band with Patrick!” Ryan yelled back.
“Good luck with that. You are all a bunch of posers. One day when I’m rich and famous, you’ll wish you treated me better! You’ll see. One day when my face is on a cereal box, you’ll say ‘oh, I remember him. Its too bad that he is successful, and I’m not’” Brent lectured.
“Dude. I thought only athletes were on cereal boxes.” Spencer commented lightly.
“Whatever! You get the picture!” Brent cried, frustrated.
“Yeah, okay Brent. You quit the band. You have nothing now. You just go back to your bionicles and pokemon. I’m glad you left, whatever couldn’t stand you either.” I took my turn yelling at him and his assholeness.
“You guys can leave now.” Brent pointed towards the door.
We stomped off, mumbling words at him.
“Know what? I will leave. I hope you burn in a fire.” Ryan said as he slammed the door behind him.
“Guys, what do we do now?” Spencer asked as he walked to his car.
“We do exactly what we told him. We’re gonna find a bassist. Someone better. Someone who isn’t as much as an ass. And we’re gonna make it big. No matter what he says, dammit.” Ryan spat.
“Whatever you say, kid. Whatever you say.”
I jumped in my car, and just sat there as Ryan and Spencer drove away.

Yeah, we’ll make it big. We will.
I think.
I hope.

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Song used: My Beautiful Rescue by This Providence

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