Featuring:When Alex is struggling to find time to write a song, Austin and the rest of the team get impatient. A whole month had passed since Austin’s viral song and my viral meltdown, but we hadn’t written anymore since. However, we had become much closer friends - although we hadn’t had sex again. I could never find the confidence to bring it back up. I thought it was going to be a one night stand and now he’s one of my best friends. I was wearing a red top with a sleeveless white jacket and a pair of dark grey shorts. I was currently talking to a customer at the Sonic Boom shop, while Austin and Dez were using banjos to play badminton. The shuttlecock kept flying over our heads as I talked to the lady about this violin.
“This violin was made of the finest maple wood. It was hand carved- Argh, excuse me a sec.” I told the lady. “Would you two knock it off!” I snapped at Austin. He was wearing a purple v-neck under a purple and white chequered shirt and a pair of jeans. “Hey, we’re not complaining that you’re working right in the middle of our banjo badminton court.” Austin defended. “We’d rather make a video but somebody hasn’t finished writing the song yet.” Dez mentioned. “I’m busy working!” I argued. “Fine, then we’re busy badmintoning. Game point!” Dez exclaimed before swinging the banjo but missing and smashing it into the counter, destroying it. “Would you like to pay cash or should put it on your tab?” I asked. “Put it on my tab.” He answered. “Okay.” I said before pulling out the huge scroll that was like a meter long, which was also his tab. My Dad then wandered into the shop. “Well, I’m off to the accordion convention and ‘accordion’ to my watch, I should’ve left an hour ago.” He said, making Dez and only Dez laugh. “Well, dude, you’re in charge. The store looks a little crowded, you sure you’re okay?” Dad asked. “Actually, Dad, I-“ “Glad to hear it! Bye bye!” He said before leaving. Chaos quickly hit the store as I tried to keep up with all the customers.
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Featuring:When Austin accidentally steals Alex’s song, the two find themselves becoming good friends... I was just writing in my song book, where I would store all my musical ideas, my thoughts, my feelings, my to-do lists, sexual fantasies and just about everything. The book was my life and there was no way in hell I’d let anybody read it. After moving to Miami a few years ago from the UK, my Dad and I had set up this music shop called Sonic Boom. I was currently working at the cash register, but it was a slow day, which was why I was scribbling lyrics down. I was wearing a yellow top under a denim jacket and a pair of brown shorts.
“Hey Alex!” A voice called. I looked up to see Trish, a good friend of mine that I’ve known for a couple years now. She had a headband with a plastic little cake on it, along with a blue apron with a very sweet themed logo. “No thanks, Trish, there's no eating in the store... But I do like cupcakes... Gimme that.” I snatched the cupcake off her and took a bite. “Yeah, they gave us all the rejects. That one I dropped on the floor.” She said, making me spit out the cake in disgust. “Shit, well that’s what I get for breaking the rules.” I said as I dumped the cake in the bin. “So, you wanna go to the movies or something on Sunday?” I asked, but when I looked back up, Trish had been replaced by a tiny, elderly lady. “Errr…?” “Oh, I’d love to go to the movies!” She exclaimed. “No, I think there’s been a misunderstandi-“ “It’s a date!” She cut me off before simply walking off. “Can’t wait…” I said to myself, sarcastically. I turned to see Trish, coming off a call. “Where the fuck did you go?” “I was on the phone. That was work. Apparently being there is part of the job.” Trish said, sounding confused, before going to leave. “Gotta go. Hey Mr Dawson.” She said, walking past my Dad as she left. “Guess who found 37 more cents?” He said, coming over to me. “For God’s sake, Dad, you need to stop stealing money out of the fountain. That’s children’s wishes.” I rolled my eyes. “Well, my wish came true. I have 37 more cents.” Dad shrugged. “Aaaanyway, can we please talk about putting a new piano upstairs in my practice room? It’s about time. I mean, the piano I am using is literally older than the lady I’m dating on Sunday.” I explained. “I thought you were gay?” My Dad asked, confused. “That’s not the thing you should be wondering about.” I sighed. “Listen, Alex, I know you love music but the odds of you actually making it in the music biz are like a bazillion to one.” He told me. “Lemme know how the date goes.” Dad added before walking away. I went over to the counter and resumed my doodling in my book, but only for a few minutes. Suddenly, drums began blasting into my ears from the back of the store. I looked over to see a blonde boy in a red v-neck under a blue and scarlet chequered shirt… He was cute. He was really cute. Next to him, was a red headed boy wearing a green jacket over a yellow shirt who was filming his friend. I stormed over with my serious face on. “Oi! Hey! Twink!” I yelled, trying to get the blonde’s attention, until he finally stopped. “Did you not read the ‘Please don’t play the drums sign’?” I questioned. “It’s okay. I’m an awesome drummer.” He smiled (dammit he has a cute smile) then continued playing the drums. It was then I realised he was playing with corn dogs instead of actual drumsticks. “Okay, that doesn’t give you permission to continue and are you actually using corn dogs?” I said, unsure if I should be attracted or weirded out by him. “Yup.” He said before taking a bite out of one of them, making me shudder. “Oh, fuck, that’s gross. You know how much shit is on these drums? Christ, and why corn dogs? And you’re not allowed to eat here.” I rambled. “I’ll handle this, Austin.” The red head said. “Sir! We are making a music video. I am the director, although I prefer the term, filmmaker.” He told me before flipping the phone in the air, but failing to catch it. I watched as it fell to the floor. “And cut!” He called out. “We’re gonna need a lot of instruments!” Austin told me, getting up. “I can play anything! Piano, guitar, drums, harp. I can even play a trumpet, through another trumpet!” He told me. Austin took two trumpets and demonstrated, somehow playing through both of the instruments, earning applause from the people in the shop. “Okay, that was impressive.” I admitted. “Okay, okay, well I can play a harmonica through a sousaphone.” Dez said before putting the harmonica in the sousaphone. I watched as he blew into the larger brass instrument, but it only resulted in the harmonica shooting out and going straight into my Sunday night’s date’s mouth! Dez ran over to go help her. “Prepare to be Heimlich-ed!” “Here’s the thing about the instruments…” Austin began, returning my attention to him. “No money?” I guessed. “What if I pay you back when I get rich and famous?” Austin smiled. “Yeah sure, just send your monkey butler over on your private jet with the sack of gold coins.” I scoffed. “Really?” “Wha- No!” I told him, before a loud spitting sound could be heard. The harmonica landed onto the counter I was standing by, with the old lady’s false teeth holding it. “Please leave.” I sighed. |
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