My Garage Band King
Chapter 1
By: Punk Princess
“ Hurry the fuck up!” 20-year-old Molly yelled at Paul. "I’m coming.” Paul screamed back at her.
He and his best friend Molly were going to The Cage a punk rock bar/concert hall.
Paul and Molly have been best friends since their hellish high school days. Molly is 5’8 slim figure with brown eyes and bright pink hair. Paul hated to admit it but he had, had the hugest crush on her since they met. But he settled for the role of best friend, a girl like that would never go out with a guy like him.
Paul ran down the stairs only to be greeted a very pissed off Molly. He innocently smiled at her and hugged her. Molly’s face softened and she hugged him back.
“ I swear you take way to long to get ready! I have been ready for 20 minutes!” Molly exclaimed
Paul looked her up and down. She wore a black “Minor Treat” t-shirt with and black and pink plaid skirt, tube socks with her pink low top chucks. ‘She looks amazing!’ Paul thought. ‘ Stop it, stop it Paul, best friends don’t have thoughts like this!” Paul mentally scolded himself.
“ Well I got to look good for the ladies.” he said with a smirk.
If he only knew what affect that small little line had on Molly’s heart. When she heard it her heart sank She forced a smile on her face and said
“ Hah you wish!” she joked. Paul gave her his famous puppy dog eyes and laughed.
“You know want me!” Paul boasted
“ You wish”, Molly said as she rolled her eyes “ Lets go.” With that they ventured on their way to the club, neither of them suspected what was to happen tonight.
After a twenty-minute drive we arrive at the club. When we get inside I look around at my surroundings, this is what I love. The loud music, the live bands, the drinks, and the atmosphere, it makes me smile. Then I begin my search for anyone I know because Paul has all ready left me. He does this every time we go out. Man I sound like his girlfriend. I laugh bitterly, oh how I wish I were.
I walk over to the bar to get myself a drink, I think if I am going to be alone I can be alone and tipsy right? I sit down to wait for my drink, out of the corner of my eye I see Benji the guitarist for Paul’s band Good Charlotte come over and sit down next to me. We were friends when we were in high school but since the band has gained a little fame, I can’t remember a time we he wasn’t trying to get in my pants.
“ Hey there beautiful.” He says with his what I am guessing is his sexy face but it really just looks like he is constipated.
I stifle a laugh and say “ Hey Benj.” I try to stay on good terms with Paul’s band mates, it’s not hard, most them are nice guys and we have been friends as long as Paul and I have. But also I try because if one of them and I were to get in a fight or something I know he would choose them over me and I can’t lose Paul.
“ So what are you doing over here by yourself?” he questions.
I consider telling him I wanted to make it though the night with out being poorly hit on by him but instead I sigh and say, “ I just felt like being alone.”
He looks at me with this pompous smile on his face and says, “ Well I know we can be alone at my house… together.”
And he even has the nerve to wink at me after his smart-ass comment. ‘This shit ends here.’ I say to myself. Just as I am about to say something or do something I know I will regret, Billy walks over and asks me to dance. I gladly accept and we hurriedly make our way to the dance floor.
Billy smiles at me and says, “ You looked like you wanted the hell out of there.” I smile back and him, he is the only one who knows about how much I like Paul and how Benji hits on me all the time.
“ You have no idea of how much I wanted out of there.”
We begin dancing and I look over at Paul. He has a hurt and confused look on his face. It looks almost like jealousy… weird.
After a good hour of dancing Billy and I are exhausted. I tugged on his shirt and asked him to buy me another drink, he nodded and we made our way over to the bar. He pays for our drinks and we head over to where the rest of the guys are.
I am greeted with a lot of “Heys” and “What’s ups?” by the large number of people sitting around the table. Paul just looks up at me, I smile and he smiles back but I can tell it is forced. I notice some of them are the band members of Mest, sitting next to Tony the lead singer of Mest, is Tim Armstrong! I almost shit my pants! But then I see Tim is also sitting next to its assface or aka Benji. So I sat next to Joel. I see Paul look over at me again and just before I can ask him what’s wrong Joel ask me which gummy bear flavor is the best. I stare at him like he has three heads. He asks the most random questions.
I think for a minute then I say “ Cherry.”
“ Are you crazy?” he exclaims “ Lime is definitely the best!”
The rest of the night consists of Joel and I talking about gummy bears. I must say the conversation got pretty heated. All the while I received the death stare from Paul and Benji… I couldn’t figure out what was wrong!