Cant Wait Another Day || M.C.

Part 1

"Johnny, wake up!" I say, throwing a pair of MY black skinny jeans at him to get him out of bed. "We are going to be late."

"Who cares?" Johnny groans at me with his raspy and beautiful voice. I simply roll my eyes.

"I care! This is our shot! Get up!" I yell at him. "Ian and Lou are already downstairs."

"Come over here, kiss me, and I'll think about it." Johnny is shirtless with his skinny arms tucked behind his head and giving me that smirk that won me over when I was 16. I roll my eyes at him but walk over to the bed and oblige.

"Now get up." I laugh and he swings his legs off the side of the bed. He grabs my skinny jeans and puts them on. He says my skinny jeans fit him better. I have to admit that I agree with him. Johnny is the epitome of punk rock. You'll never catch him in anything but black skinny jeans, a t-shirt of some neutral color, and his favorite pair of worn down combat boots. He's everything I've ever wanted and more. We've been dating since I was 16. I'm 23 now, and he's 25.

"You're not even gonna shower?" I cock an eyebrow at him and he walks over to me, shirtless and kisses me gently.

"Look who's talking." He motions down to me and I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"I showered today! Ass." I hit him lightly. Then turn my attention over to the large mirror hanging on the back of the closet door in our bedroom. Do I not look as well as I thought I did this morning? He catches my self-conscious mirror assessment and snakes his long arms around my waist. He's a good foot and some inches taller than me. He has to bend over significantly to rest his head on my shoulder.

"I was kidding love. You look gorgeous as always. Is that my shirt?" He chuckles into my neck and I roll my eyes at him again.

"I'm only wearing it because I don't want you to." I say as I turn around to face him, moving my right hand down his shirtless chest. He shivers.

"I thought we were going to be late?" He whispers, grabbing me tightly and pulling me against his chest. My neck is at a full 90 degree angle to look up at him. Not everyone would find him as gorgeous as I do, but it's something about those hollowed out features that just get me. His cheekbones are prominent, his eyes darker than anything you can imagine, and his hair is black as can be. I quickly snap myself out of checking him out for the millionth time.

"We are, now knock it off. Go downstairs and make sure Ian and Lou aren't dead. I'll be right there. And put a shirt on!" I yell to him. He's halfway down the hallway holding a black tshirt in one hand over his head to show me he at least thinking about wearing one today. I laugh quietly to myself and check myself out in the mirror one more time. I'm wearing ripped black skinnies, a maroon pocketed t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, and fold over black boots. My black eyeliner lies as perfect as I could get it this morning around my hazel eyes, and my copper hair is straight as can be. I recognize myself in this outfit and to me, that's all that matters. I sigh in the mirror and walk down the stairs of the apartment I share with Johnny to the kitchen where the boys are drinking coffee. Johnny hands me a to go cup and smirks at me.

"Ready for this?" he asks and I smile, nodding in agreement. Lou and Ian were already halfway out the door. Johnny grabs my elbow, leading me out the door and to the car. We are going a record label to meet with a band today called 5 Seconds of Summer. We got a call from their management a couple of months ago about opening for their North American tour. In case you are wondering, no, Johnny was not thrilled. I on the other hand, wanted to see how it would pan out. I mean, we'll do anything for a chance to get to play our music.

"You know, if this works, we might not have to pimp you out, Sheena!" Lou says, causing Johnny and Ian to laugh. I glare at him. See what I mean though? They'll do anything to be able to play our music.

"I feel like maybe you'd make us more money, Lou." I smirk at him and he just shrugs. Lou is the pretty boy in our band. He's got this perfectly symmetrical face, chocolate brown hair that's styled as if he's still living in 2006, and he's ripped. He's got similar style to Johnny, but he's way more into himself. Johnny looks like he rolls out of bed every morning and that's how he gets ready – which is exactly what happens. Whereas Lou looks like he loves himself a bit more than he should to be considered punk rock. We still love him though. He's our drummer, and he's really great. To be honest though, I think the only reason he made it in our band was because his name was Lou. Johnny liked that. It reminded him of Lou Reed. Since his parents named him after Johnny Ramone and I'm Sheena after the song Sheena is A Punk Rocker, we really couldn't say no. Johnny said it would've been bad luck.

"Don't hate me cuz you ain't me, sweetie." Lou says and I roll my eyes. Sometimes I just cant with these boys. Johnny puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.

"I feel like maybe I'd take one for the team if we had to sell ourselves." Ian says and Johnny scoffs.

"That's because you can't get any anyway else." Johnny says and that causes a laugh from me. Ian is our lead guitarist. He has shoulder length, curly, black hair. He's a skinny guy, but he's short. No more than 5'9". He's the one that makes us laugh in the band. He has the most eclectic style. Sometimes it's like he just doesn't care. It's part of his charm. Honestly, he never would have made it in the band had he not been so damn funny and good at guitar.

Slowly, the van we are in comes to a stop in front of a building. Before anyone gets out I turn to the guys, making sure they are all listening.

"Okay, let's just see how this goes. Be nice and behave! I mean it!" I say, pointing my finger at Johnny and Lou. They're very mischievous when they get together. It's so frustrating. They both give each other a sly look and start laughing. "Seriously guys, this could be huge for us. We could be like... not poor for once."

"And now I see why we are doing this," Ian jumps in. "Sheena just wants this so Johnny can finally buy her that ring he's been promising for the last 3 years."

"And now I'm uncomfortable! Thanks for that Ian. Everyone get the fuck out of the car." I shout, my thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of my nose. I take a deep breath before my elbow is nudged by Johnny. He's looking at me sadly.

"You know I'd marry you in a heartbeat if we could afford it, right? I just don't want some dumb courthouse wedding. You deserve better than that." He says quietly with a sheepish smile. I shake my head at him. I hate this conversation.

"I'm not sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to marry me Johnny. That's honestly not even on my mind right now." I say and he kisses my nose.

"I know. I just want you to know." He whispers so the boys wont hear. I smile back at him. This is the side of Johnny that I love.

"ARE YOU GUYS COMING!?" Lou shouts from the front door of the building. I sigh, laughing quietly as Johnny flips them off.

"Lets go, love." Johnny puts his hand out for me to take as I get out the car. I grab my bass from the back of the truck and start walking toward the building.

"Here goes nothing."