When It Rains(Hayley Williams GirlxGirl)

Chapter 8

Dakota’s P.O.V.

I pouted at the text message Rachael had sent me.

“I sowwy,” I mumbled typing the words.

“Why are you sorry?” Matt asked putting in a new CD.

“Rachael’s mad at me.”

“Why is she mad at you this time?” Carter questioned poking my neck.

“Stop that,” I giggled.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“The ‘Nes’ game again,” CeCe chuckled.

“We could play a round of ‘Are you nervous’ instead,” I sang winking.

“No.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Carter whined.

“Gay chicken?” I suggested.

“That’s the same thing,” Matt told me.

“No it’s not. ‘Gay chicken’ is the queer version of ‘are you nervous.’”

“I wanna play ‘gay chicken’ with Kellin Quinn,” Carter said.

“Can I play it with Hayley Williams?!” I asked squealing.

“Keep your perverted thoughts to yourselves,” Matt said.

“You call that perverted? I didn’t even get to tell you about how I’d eat her out till she cums and how I’d have her spank me with a paddle till my ass is red before sh-.”

“NO MORE TALKING!” Matt shouted.

“Awe,” Carter pouted. “She was just getting to the good part.”

“No fair,” I whined slumping against the seat.

“Could I tell you guys about my fantasies that includes Ed Sheran, his fat cock, and a blindfold then?” Carter innocently asked.

CeCe snorted covering her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh.

Screw that, I was laughing. “Fuck yeah!”

Matt shook his head. “No, just no.”

“Awe come on,” Carter and I cried together.

“Why not?”

“If you let us continue then we’ll let you share oh so sexy fantasy about getting banged by Channing Tatum,” I pressed wiggling my eyebrows.

“What the fuck?” Matt glanced at me with a confused look before looking back at the road.

Carter snorted. “You don’t actually think you could top him, do you?”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Matt hollered.

Carter and I burst out laughing. “Oh Matty,” I sighed. “You really should do stand up.”

“One more word about your fantasies or me being gay and I’m kicking you out,” Matt declared.

“I wanna be a porn star.”

“That’s it, Carter get out!” Matt yelled.

“That’s not a fantasy though it’s my career choice.”

“I’d totally watch it,” I winked.

Watching your brother getting pounded by some twink, what could be hotter?

Hayley’s P.O.V.

“Thanks, I’m a new fan.”

I smiled at the girl’s back as I signed her t-shirt which so happened to be ‘Paramore.’

“I wouldn’t listen to us either,” I chuckled. “Wait, what’s your name again?”

“Oh sorry, it’s Silver.”

“Silver, awesome name.”

So jealous of your name ;)

Peace out, Hayley Williams

I signed.

“What did you write?” Silver asked excitedly.

“You’ll see when you take your shirt off.”

Turning to face me she a slight smirk on her face.

“You don’t even want to see what Jeremy did,” I chuckled at his little illustration of a stick figure taking it up the ass.

“Can’t be that bad.”

“You’ll see,” I said in a sing song voice.

“I wish I had your voice,” she said. “It’s so beautiful.”

I bit my lip. “Thanks.”

“But you must get that a lot,” she clicked her tongue.

“It helps bust my ego.”

“Like you really need that.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“You have fame, an awesome voice, and good looks. Don’t deny that,” she whispered stepping closer to me.

Looking around the ice cream shop I noticed Jeremy dragging Taylor into the restroom. Rolling my eyes I looked back at Silver. Okay. Pink hair, green eyes, shorter than me. This chick is hot. No way is she actually flirting with me.

“Maybe I just like to hear that from certain people,” I tried.

“Oh yeah, am I one of those people?”

Yep, she is defiantly flirting with me.

“Do you want to be?”

“Yes actually.”

Before I could even get another word out a cell phone rang.

“Sorry,” she blushed reaching into her pocket before pulling out her phone. Silver looked at the phone before typing, I’m only guessing, a message. “I have to go. But you should call you,” she grinned taking the pen back and wrote her phone number on the palm of my hand.

If I wasn’t blushing before I knew I was now.

Dakota’s P.O.V.

“You wanna dance?”

Turning to my side I raised an eyebrow at the tall dude.

“Sure,” I shrugged knowing that Carter was never coming back with our drinks. How did I know this? Because I just caught a glance of him flirting with some guy. Whore.

Taking my hand the random stranger took led me out to the sand where everybody else seemed to be dancing. Apparently ‘The Ready Set’ was setting up further down the beach.

“I’m Adrian,” he grinned.

“Dakota,” I flashed a smile.

Something about this guy made me want to kick him in the balls and run.

Oh well, I thought to myself as I began to sway my hips as he held onto me