155 - Mark Hoppus Love Story #1

Maybe I wasn't in the best of moods after I went to the Blink 182 concert, but can you fucking blame me? I guess I'm not the mosh pit kind of person...But when I heard there'd be meet and greet after the show, my mood changed completely.
I was going to meet my fucking music idols. And to be fair, the sweaty, drunken idiots weren't so bad...Actually, nevermind.
"Oh fuuuuck!" I moaned slapped a hand to my forehead in frustration. I'd zoned out with my stupid fucking daydreams, and now there was an incredibly long line. So, scowling and stomping all the way, I made it to the end...or out in the parking lot, because the line actually went out of the fucking building.
And I was the very last one.
KAYLEES POV (still)
More than two hours later, I was there, in front of a band I grew up with. Unfortunately, I was so stoked, I just gaped at them. They were behind a table, markers out, confused expressions on their faces.
"Uh...Is she ok?" Tom muttered to Mark, tugging at the black bracelet around his arm absentmindedly.
"I don't knowHey, girl with the backpack, you ok?" Mark tilted his head to the side and looked me up and down.
"Huh? What? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just...excited." I blushed nervously, yanking at a string on my favorite black sweatshirt.
"Oh, see that, Tom? She's just excited." Mark elbowed him jokingly, a smile spreading on his lips.
"I'm excited." Tom grinned suggestively, raising his eyebrows as Mark laughed.
"Are you making fun of me?" I snapped without meaning to. I covered my mouth instantly. This is me for you, ruining good things that happen in my life for absolutely no reason and with no control.
"Woah, calm down, he was just kidding." They looked at me, confused and surprised as I mentally beat myself up.
"Yeah, sorry, it's been a long night..." I bit my lip, but they grinned again as soon as I apologized.
"It's ok. You want stress, you should come on tour with us." Tom rolled his eyes and the other two nodded in agreement.
"Really?! Ok! Where's the bus?!" I asked in a high pitched voice, beaming happily.
MARKS POV
"Um...I was kidding..." Tom whispered to me nervously with a grimace.
"Nice going, Tom! Now who's gonna tell her she can't come?" Travis groaned, and threw his head back frustrated.
"Not it." Tom touched his finger to his nose instantly. So did Travis. They both stared at me.
"Aw, shit. But look at her! She looks so happy..." I indicated the bright eyed girl, who was jumping up and down, her long hair bouncing with her. "I don't want the chick to hate me..."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" She hugged me tightly. Tom covered his mouth to keep from laughing. I flipped him off when the crazed fan wasn't looking.
"So, uh, don't you need to get your stuff? Like clothes and shit?" I asked hopefully as I scratched at the back of my head. Maybe we could make a run for it...
"No, I've got everything I need in my bag. See, I just left college and this is all my stuff." She smiled a little, blushing and pointing to her backpack, before looking at me brightly again.
Fuck.
"Ok, then. Let's go, you guys." I sighed defeatedly and started to walk toward the bus.
"Dude, you were supposed to take care of her!"" Tom hissed while the girl chatted away with Travis, both of them wearing concentrated expressions.
"I tried!" I whined defensively with a scowl. "But my plan to ditch her didn't work."
"Well, she's your problem now." He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Youre such a fucking push over
Great.
KAYLEE'S P.O.V
"So, where're we going?" Fuck, was I excited! This was fucking awesome! And to think that they invited me to go on fucking TOUR with them!
"From here we're going to-" Mark started reluctantly from the passengers seat as Travis drove and I sat in the back next to the glaring guitarist with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Somewhere miles and miles away from your family and friends." He interrupted, now jumping up from his slouch, staring at me intently.
"Ok." I shrugged carelessly. It's not like I had anywhere or anyone to see anyway...
"What the fuck?!" He whined, throwing his head back in frustration and grabbed for his beer.
"Seriously, though, we're hopping on a plane to go halfway across the world." Travis added, eyeing me in the rear view mirror nervously.
"Ok." I repeated, shrugging again, this time more annoyed but just as firmly. He sighed and his eyes quickly left mine.
I was starting to get the feeling I wasn't fucking welcome.
"You sure you're alright with this?" Mark asked, sounding really tired and disappointed, or like hed just lost at some important game.
Jammed into a small tour bus with three cute, musically talented guys? I think I'll mange.
"Yeah." I said surely, with a small nod, thinking about what little I was leaving again as I stared down at the dirty floor, then back into his increasingly dulling eyes. "Why?"
"No reason..." He said, failing to sound cheerful in the least bit before putting his head in his hands and sighing.
"Mark" I started slowly, raising my eyebrows and crossing ym hands over my chest. "Should I not have come with you guys?"
"Nah, we're glad to have you." He smiled warmly at me and I smiled lightly back. It wasnt something I often did, but this was an amazing circumstance, besides the fact that his smile was so genuine, I grinned in spite of myself. Maybe I was just imagining things...
Tom and Mark exchanged glances after they thought Id looked away and I was pretty sure Tom was mouthing swear words with a pissed off expression on his face.
"So," Travis started awkwardly, drawing my attention back to him before I could comment on the two singers. "You're coming on tour with us, and we don't know anything about you at all..." He trailed off, an indication that I should start talking.
"Well, My name's Kaylee. I'm eighteen. I just left college, because..." I paused, scowled, then continued. "It just wasn't fucking working... Anyway, I set today as the day to leave cuze I figured it was really special." I shrugged and looked from Travis, to Mark, ending finally with Tom, who rolled his eyes with another sigh.
"REALLY special." He rose his eyebrows with a pout, and glowered at Mark, who was giving him a warning glare.
"What the fucks up your ass, Tom?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at him, completely forgetting that he was one of my idols just a second ago. Mark burst out laughing.
"Oh, dude, she got you!" He clapped and pointed at his best friend mockingly. Tom smiled at me for the first time after smacking Marks hand, which was weird, because I'd just insulted him.
"You're gonna fit in a lot better with that attitude." Travis grinned at me from the mirror again, his voice brighter. I raised an eyebrow and a finger to protest but then just shook my head.
"You guys are fucking idiots!"
And that was the start of a beautiful, fucking demented friendship.
MARK'S POV
"Ok, Kaylee, you're selling T-shirts tonight, right?" I slung my bass strap over my neck, and looked to the brown haired, blue eyed girl with her huge headphones in one hand and a clipboard in the other.
"Uh, no, Mark, I'm not. Because it's not like you hired me and I've done it every other concert night." She snapped sarcastically, snatching my unfinished soda from my hands and throwing it in the trash. I grinned at her as she rolled her eyes.
"That's our girl." Tom patted her shoulder in mocking pride. "Now get the fuck out of here and make us some money." She flipped him off on the way out of the dressing room, then started running quickly to get to her stand.
"Seems like we've had her forever..." I said absentmindedly, staring at the now empty doorframe she'd just been in.
"I know. What's it been? Four months? Five months?Travis?" Tom turned to the drummer. Travis' head lifted from his set, holding his drumsticks in both hands, a focussed expression on his face.
"Five." He answered shortly, then went back to his drums.
"Five months? That's it?" I asked in disbelief, my jaw dropping in shock. I couldn't believe she was the same girl who looked at me like I was her hero what felt like years ago. She didnt even seem close to the same fucking person.
"Yeah." He nodded, then continued to practice; something I shouldve been doing hours ago.
"Mark's just surprised because Kaylee's his friends with benefits." Tom snickered to himself with a huge smile, putting down his acoustic and picking up his electric Fender guitar.
"It's not like that..." I protested, smiling a little, thinking how much pain hed be in if shed heard him.
"Dude, you two are always talking. And lately you've been bringing her everywhere with us. You must be screwing her." He shrugged, barely interested, like I was stupid for not understanding his logic.
"Just because we're friends doesn't mean we sleep together. And I'm too fucking scared to ask." I laughed and stopped trying to tune my bass. "She'd bite my head off."
He ignored me and shifted a little on his stool, looking at me solemnly." Seriously, Mark, next time she talks to you, look at her and think of her as your girlfriend. She practically is now that" He trailed off, looked down again and played a few notes on his guitar. I shook my head as he twisted the tuning knobs at the top of his instrument.
"No, dude. I just can't. And she's just eighteen. She might not seem like she is, but that's, like, barely legal." Again, I ran my hands through my hair, for once uncomfortable with his and the now silent Travis eyes on me.
"Fine. Don't take my advice, asshole." He smiled jokingly again and smacked me in the stomach.
"YOU ask her to screw you." I challenged, holding back a smile and backing up so he couldnt reach me.
He snorted and grinned again. "And risk my balls being ripped off? No thanks."
"Then neither am I." I looked in the mirror of the dressing room and played with my hair self-consciously. I never cared about what people thought, but the idea of Kaylee out in the audience, watching us, even if she didnt want to hear us, was making me nervous and excited. Because, as Tom said, things were changing with her and me; It seemed like everyday we were talking more. Or, at least, I was.
"I'm totally writing a song about a coward dickhead named Mark who hasn't got laid in years...Based on a true story." Tom laughed, enjoying himself, and strummed a few chords for a rhythm. Maybe we can play it tonight.
"Fuck you." I said, laughing and shoved him a little.
"Already done tonight, man." He rose his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips, then giggled along with me.
"Aw! Dude! You were supposed to wait for me! We always do it together!" I tried to sound disappointed, but kept snickering, holding back the laughter that was sure to come bursting out any minute.
"I know, but Kaylee's so adamant, and I couldn't keep her waiting." That was it for us. We exploded with giggles, and even Travis was shaking his head with a grin.
"You two are pushing it. One day, shes going to hear you and snap." He said warningly, still smiling widely.
"Fine minutes." The owner of the huge bar came in, a clipboard in his hand. He looked around at us uninterested, then did a double take on me. "You're going out like that?" He demanded, pointing at my shirt, which said "Fuck" about fifty times in huge blue letters.
"Yep." I beamed and puffed out my chest a little. His eyebrows raised, but he didn't say anything about it.
"Let's just get you out there." He said impatiently, holding the door open for us as signal for us to get going.
"Yeah. Showtime, guys." I led the way out of the dressing room and down the hallway to the stage, a warm feeling in my stomach. Tonight was gonna be a good one.
AFTER THE SHOW
"Ok, Mark, I totaled up how much money we earned and lost based on all the crap you assholes bought and we're actually...Why're you staring at my boobs?" Kaylee'd met me after the show, almost as sweaty as I was from all the fans jumping around in a pack. Stupidly, I'd decided to take Toms advice.
"What?" I looked up quickly and tried for an innocent stare.
"Why're you staring at my tits?" She folded her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Oh shit...
"I...wasn't." I tried lamely, the second word coming out so weakly it almost sounded like a question.
"Fine, whatever." She rolled her eyes, something she did a lot around me, and continued. "Anyways, I was going over the charts I set up and-"
"You're not going to rip my balls off?" I asked surprised, thinking about how pissed shed gotten all the other times Tom or I played jokes on her, or were just ourselves.
"Uh, no, not for that, but when Tom tried to pinch my ass the other day, yeah, that's a different story..." She scowled, and I could tell she was remembering what had happened yesterday when Id distracted her so Tom could sneak up from behind. "So, I was thinking..." She went off again, smacking her pencil to her clipboard thoughtfully.
Here was my chance to listen to Tom...Well, second chance...The first one didn't turn out so well...
If she were my girlfriend... I'd be making out with her right now, so that doesn't help...
I'd definitely brush the few strands of hair out of her glowing red cheeks from her night in the crowd of fans. Then I'd take the huge headphones that look so sexy on her ears off her neck and-
"Mark!" She barked suddenly, an incredibly pissed off scowl forming on her face. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah..." I shook my head to get me back to reality and gave her what I thought was a reassuring smile.
"No, you're not. I can tell. I'm going to find someone who fucking cares!" She stalked off angrily. I stared at her ass as she walked down the empty hall. "And you better not be staring at my ass!" She yelled, not turning around. I looked away quickly.


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