She's in a Band! (Abby Anderson x Reader)
Part II: There's Drama With the Band
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Sound check that night dragged on. And on. And on.
You gave up at some point, wandering around Manny’s house that the rest of the band had rented out. Abby was the only member not living in the house– something about needing to focus on her studies when not practicing or in the gym. Fair enough.
You had stolen one of Abby’s flannels, cracking open a beer that Owen had purchased for the show as you sat yourself on the countertop. Your eyes raked over the empty space, the only noise being the echoes of the softened speakers as everyone tuned and warmed up, running through last-minute routines before the show started.
Abby’s boots echoed up the stairs before she appeared, spoiling her arrival as the door quickly creaked open and shut. She snuck through the frame, appearing beside you within seconds.
“I’m already tired,” she mumbled, settling her folded arms on the counter so she could rest her head on them. The cool surface chilled her skin, forcing a slow exhale from her lips. You smiled at her sleepy expression, brushing back a stray piece of hair that had escaped from her braid to tuck behind her ear.
“You can head right to bed and sleep in tomorrow. You don’t have class ‘til noon, right?”
She merely nodded in response, grabbing your hand and resting it against her cheek before you had the chance to pull it away. You noticed the soft smile that spread across her face at your familiar touch, the slouch of her frame as she slumped closer to you.
Your fingers thumbed over her cheekbone, brushing away the slight line of sweat that had gathered on her temple.
“You gonna sleep over?” Her voice was a quiet murmur, unlike how she usually spoke to others. Abby’s usual cadence was slightly cocky without much intention of doing so– but she always softened for you.
You scrunched your nose up slightly, shrugging. She let out a groan at this, shying away from your hand to burrow her face into the crook of her elbow.
“Abs,” you spoke knowingly, letting out a low sigh.
“You hate me,” she started, earning a laugh from you as you shook your head.
“Aaabs,” you drew out, leaning down closer to her ear as you tugged her braid out from where it was trapped between her jaw and shoulder, smoothing the hair down her back.
“You literally hate me,” she whined, shaking her head and slumping away from you on the counter. You groaned softly as you slid down from the surface, winding your arms around her waist. The two of you jumped slightly at the sound of the screen door slamming, Mel’s head appearing around the corner.
Abby stiffened slightly as she turned her head, straightening up and giving a slight nod to the girl before motioning towards the door leading to the basement.
Mel was the lead singer. And somehow always late. But she also always managed to get away with it, and both you and Abby had shared your theories and suspicions with one another…
Mel waved a hand in thanks before disappearing downstairs, and the fighting ensued. Owen’s voice carried up the stairs before Mel’s figure reappeared, marching her way down the hallway with Owen hot on her heels.
“Yikes is right,” Abby murmured, sucking air in through her teeth as she rubbed at the back of her neck in an awkward motion. She let out a sudden groan as she tipped her head back, face pinched.
“This show is going to fucking suck, this is why I need you here. And to sleep over. So I have someone to rant to when it’s all over,” she spoke lowly in case anyone had followed the two up.
You rolled your eyes as you opened another beer, handing it into her waiting hand as she murmured a soft thanks.
“I’ll think about it,” you murmured, earning a crack of a smile from the girl beside you. Abby always won…
She wrapped a muscular arm around your shoulders, tugging you into her side to press her nose into your hairline as she hummed a quiet sound of excitement. Your eyes rolled nearly on instant, though you couldn’t help but sink into her touch as you inhaled the scent of her bodywash and detergent mixing together.
Abby always claimed not to wear cologne, which you found hard to believe— until you showered at hers and used her strong-smelling, fancy-ass body wash. And another time when the washing machine in your old rented house broke, and you had to do laundry at hers. And of course she had insisted on you just using her detergent so you had less to carry upstairs. That had solidified her claims for sure.
You jumped slightly when the bathroom door slammed open, bouncing off the wall and letting out a loud noise as Mel stormed past the two of you. Owen didn’t even bother to follow her all the way out, stopping in the hallway with his hands fisted in his hair.
“You can’t just leave Mel,” he snarled, his voice dripping in malice as the screen door slammed behind her. Abby settled her arm behind you on the counter, forearm pressing against your lower back as you leaned your weight slightly into her for comfort. You didn’t mind all too much the loud noises when expected, but the slamming and yelling…
Owen turned when he realized he had an audience, face flushed as he shook his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts and turned to disappear back into the basement, door clattering shut behind him.
“That’s probably my cue,” Abby muttered, slowly pushing herself off the counter after unwinding her arm from behind you.
You followed closely behind her, settling in your usual seat near the audio setup that was separate from the rest of the open floor of the basement. Although a small (literal) underground band, they had managed to almost sell out online of tickets. The space filled in, extra bodies managing to push their way in with bribery.
Mel’s head reappeared in the space you sat, your eyebrows raising in surprise as she passed you with a slightly grim smile.
“Sorry you had to witness that,” she spoke quietly, earning a shake of your head. You were at a loss for words. The girl had barely spoken to you in your two years of friendship with Abby, constantly hanging around her and occasionally the group when Abby had successfully begged you enough. You weren’t quite sure how to speak to her, in all honesty.
“All good,” you managed out, receiving a nod from the girl before she disappeared through the archway to take her usual spot in front.
You caught Abby’s look, teeth sinking into your lower lip to keep yourself from laughing at her faux-shocked expression. She broke out into a smile at your reaction, shaking her head slightly and hanging her head to hide her own.
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