16. I hate you!
I sat on the stool where my drum set was. I'm not as rough as Ashton is but I was rough. I always like doing the twirl with my sticks before playing it relaxes me and plus its fun.
"You're just like Ashton." I jumped, causing the stool to loose its balance. "Damn it Michael don't do that."
I picked up my stool and sat back on it. "What do you mean anyways?" I moved my hair out of my face.
"He always twirls his sticks before he starts to do anything, so do you." He smiled. "You would of known if you actually heard me play..buts that was when..." "I hated you? Yeah I know."
I looked at him. "Are you going to start playing or not?" He laughed. "Yeah sorry." I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, then started to count. "1, 2, 3, 4!"
I started to play covers by all sorts of my favorite bands. As I was done Michael looked at me in awe.
"That was fucking awesome! You're just as good as Ashton!" I smiled nervously. "I don't think so.." "Well you are."
He walked into one of the big closets we had in our garage. "What are you doing?" I looked at him weirdly. "I always leave my practice guitar here." He smiled.