The Fault in our Time Signatures

Yay Band

Johnny's POV

         "OHHHH-YEA!" I heard that trumpet boy holler as we reset into our positions for marching  band.

  Waddling over to my position with the heavy snare I  pass Miguel and he's looking mighty fine in his sunglasses. I'm just staring at his beautiful face that looks edgy in those shades, with his plump lips that are just the perfect shade of a rosy red.

    While swooning  over him realization hits me HE'S IN SUNGLASSES! Oh my god, I bet he's looking at me staring at him, probably wondering why I'm looking at him lustfully.

     I gaze at my music so it doesn't seem to obvious when his saxophone group passes by, then I hear him call out my name, "What?" I bet he's  bored.

"I'm bored."

"Hey bored, names Boore, Johnny Boore."

"You suck, did you just try too pull a James Bond?"

"You swallow, did you just to try to make fun of my JB impression?"

"Noooooo, I was simply implying that it stunk like skunk."

"Mhmmm, and I don't suppose you have any impressions you could do better?

"RESET," our drum major shouted seeing as everyone  had taken this time to associate with pals.

"I'll be back." He said in a British accent, I'm laughing so hard I think I might've peed myself, and he's just staring at me in a sassy pose.

"That's the worst Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, first off why'd you use a British accent?"

His eyes widened when he realized he did indeed use a British accent, "I was thinking  James Bond when I blurted it." He put a serious  face back on.

"Awww is wittle Miguel mad because he's terrible at impressions," I went up to him and squeezed his cheek, only to have it slapped away by him.

"Back off you little-"

He was cut off by the giggling flutes that were passing us, "Hey Miguel!" A bunch of them shouted and giggled. Girls are so weird....

"Awwww is wittle Johnny jelly because none of  the flutes want to say hewwo to you?"

Oh snap, I didn't realize I was glaring at the flutes, "Don't get your panties in a knot, I'm just looking to see if my girlfriend Molly is here."

"Three things Johnny poo," my heart skipped a beat at the nickname rolling off his tongue causing a smile to form on my face, holding up one finger he said, "one she's a junior, and way under your league, two she just called you her boyfriend in a joking matter, probably to just throw people off so they don't think she's a lesbian, or to just have a reason to label you as her boyfriend in a joking matter so she can try to hide the real feelings she has for you, and three don't take her too seriously, I don't even know why you're friends with her she hates band, and constantly complains about it, she's gonna quit soon, and you know it." My smile faded into a frown at the end of his banter what the actual fuck is this guy talking about?

"What the hell Miguel, you think I don't know that we're just joking about the relationship thing, god you don't have to go and be so cold hearted and call her things when you don't know the first thing about her, and what do you know about my league, you're acting like such a snob, just get tour panties out of that knot and, and...a-and just shit you!" Goddamn that stutter.

"Quit calling my underwear panties, it sounds so ladylike, and I'm beyond manly, also I"m just watching out for you Johnny, I know girls like Molly, and they're no good for you, don't play around with girls, just wait for the right one."

"Shit Miguel, you talk like I'm trying to marry her, she's just a really great friend, nothing else, happy?"

"HOW MANY TIME DO I HAVEN'T TO REPEAT MYSELF RESET!" The final warning from our drum major Nikki.

All went silent  until that trumpet boy did it again with his "OHHHH-YEA!"