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2nd March 1989 - Sayreville New Jersey
JON'S POV:
"Hurry up Kidd! What are ya doin'?" Richie yelled from downstairs. The whole band was waiting downstairs for me, but I payed no mind. I was in a complete and utter frenzy, multiple different shirts, jeans, jackets, all sorts of clothes layed out in front of me in the bathroom. I glanced at myself in the mirror, shirtless with a pair of unbuttoned tight jeans on. I didn't know what to do, the band were all waiting for me, probably confused and annoyed as I was taking so long.
"KIDD!" I heard Richie bellow from downstairs once again. I groaned, gritting my teeth. Not now Richie, I thought to myself as I tried to decide on something to wear. Usually I'd just throw on any old clothes, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to look my best, and every single piece of clothing I tried on just wasn't working for me. I felt quite embarrasmed actually, I couldn't quite remember the last time I'd ever cared about what I was wearing on a night out.
I quickly pulled on a t-shirt, scrunching my nose up a little as I took a glimpse at my reflection. The color clashed with my jeans- maybe the jeans were the problem? I don't know but it just wasn't working, I should've prepared for this earlier, but I was at my parents house, eating cake while they sang the traditional happy birthday to me. It was nice to spend a few hours with my family, but now I was freaking out because I was so unprepared for this moment. I desperately yanked the shirt off, searching for another one, hopefully one that would work with the jeans I was wearing, I wanted to wear these jeans specifically because- well because they were so tight.
"Jesus Christ man, you takin' a dump or somethin'?" I heard the frustrated mutter of my guitarist as his footsteps thumped from just outside. The bathroom door burst open, and I jumped a little at the abruptness.
"What? No," I scoffed, "What are you doing in here?"
"Came to see what the fuck was taking you so long, why aren't you dressed?"
I looked back into the mirror, making eye contact with Richie's reflection as he stared back at me expectantly.
"Because," I huffed, "I look like shit in all of these, I mean how am I supposed to pair...this tank top, with say this jacket,"
I roamed through all the clothes I had, nothing seemed like it was going to work, I guess today was just a bad day for fashion. Richie seemed to think otherwise, he stared at me with the most confused and puzzled expression, one eyebrow slightly raised as if waiting for me to explain myself.
"What are you talking about?" he frowned, "Since when did you ever care about anything like that?"
I huffed, looking my body up and down in the large mirror, biting on my lip uncomfortably. "I don't...I just wanna look good tonight," I mumbled awkwardly. I stared at my reflection as a faint blush rose to my cheeks, I don't think it was noticeable to Richie, but I saw it clear as day since I knew it was there. My hair was my only redeeming quality tonight, scruffy but not too disheveled, just how I liked it.
