traveling show. || an ocean o'connell-rosenburg x reader

prologue.

edited: 18/2/24

summer 2009, uranium city, saskatchewan. aka, your last show on this years tour 

well, it wasn't really a tour.. it was more of a traveling show. you went from uranium city, to new york, to dallas, to seattle, and back to uranium city.

you were now finishing the show with a song from everybody's talking about jamie, the song was one of your favorites.  you knew the last note was one of the hardest, since it was just a few notes out of your range.  your grip tightened on the small microphone in your hands, and tried. and you hit it. but then you heard someone in the small crowd scoff,

"that note is so easy to hit! why did they strain their voice so much?"

then you heard someone shush that person,

"oh my god, ocean! leave them be!"

then there was another voice,

"yes, poet is right. leave person be, ginger a-hole"

you facepalmed, bowed and then headed off to the stage door to sign a few things. you scoffed at the few people fighting with this "ocean" person. you passed them and turned the corner, but listened to their conversation.

"listen, ocean. you need to stop doing shit like that."

"1. yeah, i know. it's just a habit. 2. we are in a public place! don't start throwing profanity at me!"

one of them scoffed then spoke up,

"just- we need to go home anyway.  who's picking us up?"

"i think it's connie's parents." one spoke, seeming confused

"really?"

"oh my god, noel. they have the biggest car that can fit all of us." one groaned

"oh."

"i never would have expected poet to be so stupid." one of them giggled

"hey!"

"what? it is truth."

"i thought you loved me!" the person shot back.

"i do."

"but you just-"

"both of you shush."

then you saw a that small group of kids walk by, they looked around 17-18 years old.

"what type of car are we looking for?" asked one of them

"an suv van looking thing." 

"really?" the ginger asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy

"yes, ocean. are you stupid?" the brunette scoffed

"no! i'm literally top of our school!" the 'ocean' person said

you then noticed the ocean person slightly went off track, and seemingly came towards you. but you could tell it was clearly accidental. she seemed to be in her own world. you tried to back up so she could pass, but she bumped into you.

"oh! sorry!" she apologised,

"no worries, it's fine."

"wait.. i just saw your show."

"did you? i think i heard some of your friends in the crowd."

"oh! mischa and noel?" she pointed to two boys on their phones, a brunette and a taller brunette but his hair was more auburn. "they're not really my friends.. they kinda, like, hate me. y'know?"

"mhm, i understand. i went through that during my junior year. was top of my school."

"i'm top of my school."

"you an overachiever too? i was a mega overachiever, my entire grade hated me."

"that perfectly sums up who i am."

"that's not a bad thing. listen, if you could give me your number, i'd gladly help you"

"really?"

"mhm!"

"okay then."

"just, pass me your phone. i'll put in my number" you held out your hand, waiting for her phone. 

after a few seconds, her phone was in your hand. you opened up her contacts and added in your number, then passed it back to her.

"text me when your next free, i can help you tone down the overachiever kinda thing"

"okay! see you like, later?"

"i guess." you smiled at her as she walked away

you heard her talk to the other people she was with.

"ocean.. who's your new friend?" the shorter brunette teased

"no-one, noel! just shut up!"

and that was the last you saw of them that day.

A/N: HELP IM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING THE HEATHERS THINGY ON HOLD, I HAVE VERY, VEYR, VERY BAD WRITERS BLOCK, THIS CHAPTER ALONE TOOK ME LIKE 3 DAYS.

A/N (18/2/24): how did half this shit make sense to you guys