What If I Do?

Chapter 15: Catching Up

April 19th, 1997

"Come on. You promised you'd come to my first gig with a real band and this is it Brit. You can bring Abby if you want. I'm pretty sure I won't get in shit for bringing a couple of hot girls," Taylor said.

"Taylor I want to go but I don't want to see him. He's not going to want to see me either. I was a bitch to him every time we saw each other over the years. He won't want to see me," I said as I looked down at my hands.

I hadn't seen Dave in forever and my room mate and best friend Taylor was now apart of his band the Foo Fighters. I knew I was going to be forced into going whether I liked it or not so I caved and went to get ready. I called Abby and she came over to get ready with me. As I was doing my make up, I couldn't help but think about Dave. What would he say when he saw me? Would he tell me get the fuck out? Would he curse and scream at me? I didn't know but I wasn't there for him. I was there to support my friend Taylor. Taylor and I had met my first summer in LA when my aunt forced me to go to Laguna with her. I then started going up to Laguna to see him and his friends every other weekend and when I graduated I moved out here and moved in with Taylor and his friend Wiley. Wiley and I started dating and then when we broke up he moved out.

"Hey I'm going to sound check. See you babes later," Taylor said as he poked his head into the bathroom.

I looked over and Taylor and smiled before he disappeared. My mind started racing again as I finished my hair. I hadn't seen Dave since Kurt's funeral. We shared a brief hug and we both told each we were sorry for the loss of Kurt. We didn't talk after that but when I saw him awhile after when I was in town for my dad's funeral, I wasn't the nicest person. I told him to leave me the fuck alone and not to touch me and ran back to my car. Krist had told me that he told Dave about my dad and that Dave had only wanted to give me his condolences. I was seriously worried about tonight. I locked myself in my room and smoked a bowl from my bong before I got dressed. I decided on jeans and a t shirt. When I walked out of my room Abby was ready. We decided to head towards the venue and we were still early when we got there so we went to dinner. After dinner Taylor called me and asked when we were coming to the venue. I told him we were just paying for dinner and our way back. When I pulled into a parking space behind the venue, my heart jumped up into my throat. In my rear view mirror I saw Dave with Taylor. Abby got out of the car while I stayed inside and took a deep breathe in and out. I took another one and got out of the car. I closed the door and walked to the back of the car where Abby was.

"You ok?" She asked and all I could do was nod my head yes. When I looked back over towards Taylor and Dave, Dave was staring at me. We didn't break eye contact until Taylor waved a hand in front of Dave's face. I couldn't move from where I was standing. Abby was half way between me and the boys when she realized I wasn't walking with her. She turned to face me and motioned me to come with her hand. Let's just get this over with I thought as I started walking towards them. Taylor hugged me when I got up to him.

"I'd introduce you to my room mate but I think you may already know her," Taylor said as he faced Dave. Taylor kept his arm around my shoulder as I was shaking.

"I do. It's really good to see you again Britt," Dave said and I smiled.

"You too Dave. So is this goofball causing you any trouble yet?" I asked as I put an arm over Taylor's shoulder and tried to act like I was not ready to pass out from nerves.

"Oh he's nothing but fucking trouble but I can handle him. Abby good to see you again too," Dave said as they shook hand.

"Same here. You look good Dave," Abby said and I shot her a look.

"Uh thanks. Needed a change with all the bullshit that's been going on," Dave responded with and looked back at me.

"You do look good with short hair. Weird seeing you with this whole situation though," I said and pointed at my own face to let him know I was referring to the facial hair.