The Goddess Next Door (Alexa Bliss×OC Fanfiction)

A Tale of Two Bands and Shyness

Johnny's POV
I stood there in shock. Bliss Cross Applesauce were next door to us all this time?!! I still can't believe it. I could see them still playing, but I was put in a trance until...

"Johnny? JOHNNY! Hey, uce!"

I yelped in surprise, as I'd forgotten that I called Roman on the phone.

"Ahh! I... Uhhh... They..."

"You alright, man?"

I stood there in silence, when suddenly an idea came into my head.

"Roman, call the rest of the boys, and get to my garage. NOW."

Silence, then I heard Roman chuckle.

"Fighting fire with fire, eh?"

I smirked.

"Yes, my boy, we are."
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15 minutes after I called Roman, the rest of the band were in my garage, already set up. Bliss Cross Applesauce were playing Van Halen's Eruption, complete with divebombs and two-handed tapping from the blonde lead singer and guitarist.

(A/N: Can you imagine Little Miss Bliss playing guitar like that?! If I was in a talent show and she played that, I'd freak out!)

While this was going on, I gathered the rest of the boys:

JS: Alright, so here's what we're gonna do, we wait until they stop playing, then we play!

SR: Nice, but what are we gonna play, Johnny?

JS: I don't know, uh... Foxy Lady? Seth?

SR: Nah, we'll pass on that. Hot Legs?

DZ: No, no! Too sexual.

JS: Shit, I forgot about that, Dolph. Uh...

DA: Oh, Pretty Woman?

JS: Wait, that works, Dean! Let's go for that!
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We waited until they stopped playing, and then started to play. I played my Les Paul, Seth had a Telecaster, both of us connected to a seperate Fender amplifier. For a change, Miz was playing rhythm guitar on an acoustic guitar. I then started singing.

Pretty woman
Walkin' down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet
Pretty woman

I don't believe you,
You're not the truth
No one could look as good as you...

Mercy!

Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman

That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?

I let out a growl, smiling to the boys as I did.

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me

Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me...

'Cause I need you,
I'll treat you right
Come with me, baby
Be mine tonight...

Pretty woman
Don't walk on by
Pretty woman
Don't me me cry
Pretty woman

Don't walk away, hey....
Okay....
If that's the way it must be okay....

At this point, Seth and I traded solos once again on our respective guitars. The "duel" then went on for about 2 minutes, until I wrapped up the song.

(A/N: For an idea of the guitar solos, please refer to 2:38-5:15 of the video linked above.)

I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night,
But wait...
What do I see?

Is she walking back to me?
Yeah!
She's walking back to me!
Oh, oh, pretty woman...

We whooped at each other after the song, made some small talk, drank some beers and then...

"Wow, that was impressive."