Battle of the Bands, Battle of the Hearts
But Second Chances Won't Leave You Alone
I fluttered my eyes against the small amount of light leaking through the window in the corner. I groaned and reached for my phone. 9 am. Way too early to be functioning. I curled back into Jaime's arms, which he tightened around me.
"Good morning." He whispered. I smiled slightly and buried my nose in his neck.
"Morning"
"What time is it?" Jaime asked, too lazy to get his own phone.
"9:10" I murmered into his skin.
"You think they'll let us out of here?"
"Yeah. Mike's afraid of what I'll do to him if they don't. They'll be up by 9:15 so we'll be out of here by 9:20." Jaime raised his head and gave me a look.
"What? Best friends!" I laughed. Jaime nuzzled into my hair.
"You know you're still very very naked?" He asked slyly.
"You know that's very very your fault?" I responded, looking up at him.
"I'd be very very offended if it was anyone elses." He said, smirking at he leaned down to kiss me. I smiled against his lips.
"As much as I love having you this way, having your brother walk down is not on my list of things to do." I chuckled and untangled myself from Jaime's arms and legs. I searched around and located my underwear, jeans and bra, but couldn't find my shirt anywhere.
"Damn it, Jaime! Where's my shir-" The light purple fabric flashed before my face. I looked up from the ground. Jaime was standing in front of me, clad only in his jeans, holding my shirt at eye level. I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smirk. I took the shirt from his hands and tugged it on as I stood up. Jaime put his hands on my waist, drawing to me. I traced small circles on his biceps and smiled up at him.
"So you actually going to call me this time." He asked, resting his forehead on mine.
"But I see you at band practice all the time!" I laughed.
"How 'bout both?" He asked and then pressed his lips to mine, letting them linger sweetly.
"You're beautiful." He whispered when he pulled back. I froze.
Beautiful.
I saw Mike roll his eyes.
"You need a new hobby. One that isn't terrorizing Hi-me. Get a boyfriend." I raised my trademark brow at him.
"I don't date, remember?" Especially after the debacle with the last guy I was with who is now trying to STEAL MY JOB. Not that that actually hurt or anything, of course not. Like Hi-me could hurt me. I'm just making a point.
"Don't you think you're setting your standards a little high?" Mike asked, settling himself on the couch in the living room.
"No. I have very average standards, thank you. You know the guys in San Diego. It's all 'hey baby' this and 'how 'bout you come with me, hottie' that." I was extremely disenchanted with the guy scene of San Diego. Especially since I was a female bassist. You should HEAR some of the remarks guys shout when I'm on stage.
"What's wrong with a guy thinking you're hot?" I gave Mike a look. Guys just don't get it.
"I don't want to be some guys hottie. The guy who thinks I'm beautiful. That's the guy for me." I stated simply, taking a sip of my water.
"Alright, Kailyn." Mike said uncertainly. I smiled at him and placed a hand on his tatooed forearm.
"Hey, don't worry about me. I am perfectly intent on tormenting Hi-me. It's a full time job." I joked. Mike rolled his eyes again.
"Anyway, We've got a show two weeks from tomorrow and-" The door opened again and there stood my living nightmare.
Fucking shit, he had been behind the apartment door during that entire speech. I pulled back from him and looked at him incredulously.
"Wow. You are good. You really had me fooled. I got to hand it to you, you're a smooth fucking guy." Hi-me blinked and reached out for me again.
"What are you talk-" I recoiled from his hands.
"But see you made one very big mistake that just ruined your little plan. You're fucked up 'beautiful' comment'" I hissed, slipping on my shoes.
"What the hell is going o-"
"You were listening weren't you? When Mike asked me about my standards? You heard all of it." Hi-me looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Ok, yeah, but Kai, that's not why I said it" He stuttered. I heard the door unlock and open at the top of the stairs. I scooped bag into my arms.
"My name is Kailyn" I hissed, and then pushed past him and up the stairs.
"Move." I barked to a very startled Vic, who leaped out of the way.
"Well, that didn't work." I heard Vic mumble.
"Kailyn, come on! Please just listen to-" But I kicked the basement door shut, cutting off Hi-me's sentance.
So much for Hi-me not being able to hurt me.
"Good morning." He whispered. I smiled slightly and buried my nose in his neck.
"Morning"
"What time is it?" Jaime asked, too lazy to get his own phone.
"9:10" I murmered into his skin.
"You think they'll let us out of here?"
"Yeah. Mike's afraid of what I'll do to him if they don't. They'll be up by 9:15 so we'll be out of here by 9:20." Jaime raised his head and gave me a look.
"What? Best friends!" I laughed. Jaime nuzzled into my hair.
"You know you're still very very naked?" He asked slyly.
"You know that's very very your fault?" I responded, looking up at him.
"I'd be very very offended if it was anyone elses." He said, smirking at he leaned down to kiss me. I smiled against his lips.
"As much as I love having you this way, having your brother walk down is not on my list of things to do." I chuckled and untangled myself from Jaime's arms and legs. I searched around and located my underwear, jeans and bra, but couldn't find my shirt anywhere.
"Damn it, Jaime! Where's my shir-" The light purple fabric flashed before my face. I looked up from the ground. Jaime was standing in front of me, clad only in his jeans, holding my shirt at eye level. I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smirk. I took the shirt from his hands and tugged it on as I stood up. Jaime put his hands on my waist, drawing to me. I traced small circles on his biceps and smiled up at him.
"So you actually going to call me this time." He asked, resting his forehead on mine.
"But I see you at band practice all the time!" I laughed.
"How 'bout both?" He asked and then pressed his lips to mine, letting them linger sweetly.
"You're beautiful." He whispered when he pulled back. I froze.
Beautiful.
I saw Mike roll his eyes.
"You need a new hobby. One that isn't terrorizing Hi-me. Get a boyfriend." I raised my trademark brow at him.
"I don't date, remember?" Especially after the debacle with the last guy I was with who is now trying to STEAL MY JOB. Not that that actually hurt or anything, of course not. Like Hi-me could hurt me. I'm just making a point.
"Don't you think you're setting your standards a little high?" Mike asked, settling himself on the couch in the living room.
"No. I have very average standards, thank you. You know the guys in San Diego. It's all 'hey baby' this and 'how 'bout you come with me, hottie' that." I was extremely disenchanted with the guy scene of San Diego. Especially since I was a female bassist. You should HEAR some of the remarks guys shout when I'm on stage.
"What's wrong with a guy thinking you're hot?" I gave Mike a look. Guys just don't get it.
"I don't want to be some guys hottie. The guy who thinks I'm beautiful. That's the guy for me." I stated simply, taking a sip of my water.
"Alright, Kailyn." Mike said uncertainly. I smiled at him and placed a hand on his tatooed forearm.
"Hey, don't worry about me. I am perfectly intent on tormenting Hi-me. It's a full time job." I joked. Mike rolled his eyes again.
"Anyway, We've got a show two weeks from tomorrow and-" The door opened again and there stood my living nightmare.
Fucking shit, he had been behind the apartment door during that entire speech. I pulled back from him and looked at him incredulously.
"Wow. You are good. You really had me fooled. I got to hand it to you, you're a smooth fucking guy." Hi-me blinked and reached out for me again.
"What are you talk-" I recoiled from his hands.
"But see you made one very big mistake that just ruined your little plan. You're fucked up 'beautiful' comment'" I hissed, slipping on my shoes.
"What the hell is going o-"
"You were listening weren't you? When Mike asked me about my standards? You heard all of it." Hi-me looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Ok, yeah, but Kai, that's not why I said it" He stuttered. I heard the door unlock and open at the top of the stairs. I scooped bag into my arms.
"My name is Kailyn" I hissed, and then pushed past him and up the stairs.
"Move." I barked to a very startled Vic, who leaped out of the way.
"Well, that didn't work." I heard Vic mumble.
"Kailyn, come on! Please just listen to-" But I kicked the basement door shut, cutting off Hi-me's sentance.
So much for Hi-me not being able to hurt me.
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Ok so I KNOW they just got together so I'm going to get a whole lot of "whhhhhhy comments"Well I can't let them have their happy ending in chapr 7! Where's the fun in that?!
And no, I don't think Jaime is really a jerk, as I made it seem in the first couple parts. He's just a GUY so he says stupid GUY things.
But Kailyn is just a GIRL who believes stupid GIRL things that she thinks the stupid GUY didn't without really thinking about it logically.
So the moral of this chapter? Stupid Guys and girls.
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