Punk - BL

you were walking along the street, bored and looking for somewhere to party since it was late at night and there was nothing to do, you walk past a bar filled to the brim and hear punk music coming of from the bar. you yourself werent much of a punk guy, you were a hardcore rock guy

you go in and see on the stage, a dude with red liberty spikes and a few piercings on his face was playing lead guitar, you looked up at his your eyes shining at you looked up jnto the purple stage lights and you lock eyes for a moment and he looks back at the crowd

After the song was over you started booing, saying that punk sucked and rock was better, the red haired dude came up to you and asked, “what did you say pretty boy?” you look at him and reply “Punk music sucks.” he them glars and you and shoves his guitar towards you “oh yeah? if youre so confident then you try it yourself!” you gulp, your palms sweating, you werent even a lead guitarist you were the bassist of your band..

you shoved the guitar back into his hands and you tell him no thanks, he shoved it back into your arms, but you shove it back again and you go abck and forth back and forth until you get so angry then you smash his guitar.

he then looks at you and jumps on you beating you and your face up, and you fight back. the girl that was on the stage with him pulls him away from you and you make a run for it.

the next day at school you tell your freind Opal what happened and she keeped blabbering about how much trouble you could have gotten into, you feel someone tap your shoulder and it was a person with red hair and the same piercings, weird.. “Hey you! You owe me money for the guitar!” wait.. that voice sounds familiar… you say in your head. Then you realized it was the punk from last night and we was standjng there impatiently, but wow did he look pretty without all that eyeshadow and those liberty spikes.. “hello? Are you gonna stand there like an idiot or what.”