You Have My Attention

"So would you say this band you are in is like say, The Backstreet Boys? I would love to see you and whoever do some in sync dance moves." She stated as John continued to pull her until they reached the back yard.

He shot her a look and she shrugged as if it wasn't a ridiculous idea. Before he came up with a witty response a rather happy guy made an intro.

"John, did you bring a date?"

Remi scoffed, "He wishes."

John rolled his eyes, "Pat this is Remi, she's friends with Nick. Remi this is Pat."

"Hi, sorry about that." Pat responded and she smiled, "No big deal."

"She asked me if our band was like The Backstreet Boys."

Pat laughed, "We are at least Nsync. Come on."

The girl couldn't help but laugh and John rolled his eyes once again.

"You wanna hear us?!" Pat asked excitedly.

"What? No." John spoke quickly.

"And why not? Scared?"

"A little, yeah. She's brutal."

"Whatever. Well I will at least introduce you to the rest of us." Pat said throwing his arm over her shoulders.

"How many are they?"

"Oh me, John and three others."

"This Backstreet Boy idea is seeming more and more true."

John chuckled, "Shut up."

"Well can we hold off this meeting with your band mates until I get another drink?"

"Yeah yeah. We will be here. Oh get me another beer." John replied sitting down in a chair.

"Yeah, yeah." She mocked.

Remi found her way back to the kitchen successfully and she wasn't surprised to see the brown headed boy from earlier.

"It's like you knew I needed another drink."

The boy pushed up from the counter, his eyes meeting hers instantly.

"I'm Remi by the way." She responded as he held out his hand for her cup.

"Um, Garrett." He mumbled out and she grinned as she leaned against the counter watching him.

"Oh, this is your party."

"Uh, yeah. How did you know?"

"Nick."

"Oh are you here with him?"

"His date is my best friend so no, but yes."

He chuckled as he handed the cup back to her.

"I see."

"And a beer for John?" She asked with a grin.

"John Oh?"

"Man he is right, that is cool..."

Garrett gave her an odd look and she shook her head, "Yeah. Him."

"We're in the same band."

"Oh The Backstreet Boys?"

"Huh?"

She couldn't help but laugh and he found himself grinning even though he wasn't sure why.

"Why don't you stop bar tending and come outside with us."

He grabbed up two beers and followed her out to his own group of friends.

"Apparently I attract your band mates." She spoke to John and he laughed as he noticed Garrett in tow.

Garrett handed John the beer before sitting down beside him.

"If you find the other two I'll give you free tickets to our shows for life." John spoke with laughter.

"I'd rather not be forced into that thanks."

"You don't even know what we sound like. It could be awesome."

"Could be I assume."

"We have a show in two days actually. You should come." Garrett spoke up causing all eyes to land on him.

"What? She should."

"I in fact may."

John grinned, "Prepare to be blown away."

"I can only imagine."

"John Oh stay away from her." She heard and turned enough to see Nick walking up.

Remi raised an eyebrow at him and Nick continued, "He's a man whore."

Remi couldn't help but start laughing, "Seriously? Him?"

"Hey!" John interjected and she continued to laugh making the others do so as well.

"He is."

"Girls actually like him?"

"Ok! Now I'm offended!"

"Well he is the lead singer so slutty girls probably like him." She replied and John threw up his hands, "I give up."

"I like her." Pat stated with a smile.

Nick chuckled, "Well I'm sure her theory is true."

"Well aren't all guys in a band man whores?" She asked and Nick laughed once more, "Uh, Pat isn't, I'm not and Garrett here sure is not."

Garrett looked at her, her eyes locking with his for a few seconds.

"Well I believe that." She replied, "So just John. Got it."

John groaned and Nick patted his shoulder before walking off to find Kayla.

"Last time I try to be nice." John replied.

"Oh making remarks about my legs since we met was nice and appropriate?"

"Well..." Pat spoke as his eyes wondered down to her legs.

"Hey!"

Garrett chuckled and she sat down beside him.

"So Garrett, how do you fit in with this interesting group?"

Garrett brushed his hair from his eyes, "I'm not sure actually."

"Mhm, and what's your last name?"

John laughed from his seat and Garrett spoke, "Uh, Nickelsen."

"Not original." John stated for her and she rolled her eyes.

"No, but it's got to even out. Like John's boring but O'Callaghan isn't. Garrett's not boring but maybe Nickelsen is. It evens out."

"Whatever you say, not all of us can be cool like you Miss Quinn."

"I feel like you two have history..." Pat stated.

"Funny. That girl who banged on my door the other night was her. That was our first encounter."

"What?! That was you?!"

"You guys are loud and I work!"

Garrett chuckled beside her, "Ok the fact that it was you proves that the leg jokes are very inappropriate, John."

John shot a look at him and Remi groaned, "I don't even want to know."

"You don't." Garrett responded, flashing her a smile which seemed to make her insides twist for some reason. She watched him for a moment as he finished off his beer and chimed into whatever Pat was saying. For some reason she wanted to know more about the blue eyed boy.

She forced herself to look away and sipped on her drink as John sat beside her causing her to groan.

"What?" She mumbled. He had a smile on his lips that she already knew was trouble.

"You should thank Kayla."

"For what?"

"For introducing you to all of us. I mean, you're life must have been boring before hand."

Remi rolled her eyes, "Hardly."

"Ignore him and trust me, if you can't you will learn how to." Pat stated and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh whatever. We're neighbors and friends now. It doesn't get much better than that."

"I feel like this is karma. I've done something horrible." She mumbled and Garrett chuckled from beside her.

"Oh don't worry. He may be right on some level, you know? Maybe you were meant to know us." He replied with a grin.

And for some reason she couldn't help but think he was right about that.