2000.

Luke

I stared at Isaac as he slammed on his guitar. He seemed to be very into it, his fingers strumming the strings, which moved as spaghetti. This was the first time our band had gotten booked for a show.

"Hell yeah, baby! We're practically famous already!" Buck raised his drumsticks into the air, a goofy smile plastered on his face. He had a layer of sweat that was strewn across his forehead, his short auburn hair greasy and unkempt. He raised his right hand, the one he carried the drumsticks in, and wiped that layer of sweat from his forehead with the back of his palm.

Court set his guitar down and took a swig of the whiskey in his left hand, swirling the clear bottle around once. "Man, you look like crap Buck, did you even shower?" He set the bottle near his guitar, then picked up a pack of Marlboros and a lighter.

"Shut the fuck up Court, I look fine," Buck remarked, his eyebrows furrowing, causing slight creases on his forehead. "Pass me one." He said, nodding in the direction of the cigarettes, grabbing his favorite lighter out of the pocket of his dark blue cargo jeans. He smirked as Court handed him a cigarette, bringing it to his thin pink lips and attempting to light it.

"God damn it!" He threw the blue lighter onto the ground, stomping on it. "Court, give me your lighter," Buck said angrily, holding his hand out to his band member.

"Nah man, ask Luke or Isaac!"

"Luke, give me your lighter." Court now turned towards me, gesturing to my tote bag, hoping I had a lighter for him to light his cigarette.
"Nah man, you know I don't smoke, that shit ages you." And it's true, I have always found smoking disgusting, ever since I was little. I never saw why people did it or found it cool.

"Man, you know that stuff's bullcrap." He then turned to Isaac, "Gimme yours."

"What? Dude, you know I don't smoke. Shit flips you upside down." Isaac's eyebrows came together as he frowned.

"God damn it! Does anyone have a lighter? I'm about to crash if I can't have a smoke."

Court sighed, grabbing his colorful lighter out of the pocket of his dark gray sweatpants. "Here, dude. Don't make it a dud like you did to yours."
"Thanks, man!" Court exclaimed, excited to get his hourly smoke in. He lit the cigarette and took a drag, sighing the smoke out through his mouth.

I looked at Isaac, watching as he stared at Buck with a look of disgust and disappointment plastered on his face. He's adorable. Black hair, pink lips, dark brown eyes. Everything I want in a guy. Can't let the guys know I like dudes though, I'd never hear the end of it, let alone allow them to figure out I like Isaac.