Jean x Reader: Love-Hate (Modern AU)

Chapter Seven

Song: Mr. Brightside
Artist: The Killers
Reason for posting this: For the chapter, why else? c:
Song owned by The Killers. Not me, not you. Unless you're the lead singer somehow. . . O.o

Apparently, it isn't changing. ~facepalm~ Please look up the song if possible instead of off of wattpad.

Also, I took the pledge a few days ago to write a 50,000 word story by next month from when I took it. I select this story. So I'll try to make them longer if I can. Enjoy! <3

NOTE: Reader-chan is 15. c: You can be Jean's age now. . I think.

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A month had gone by and the band had been booked for a show. "Alright! Today's the day!" Sadly, you had to put up with Jean for band practice and concerts. That's right, he was in the band. Oh gosh, why. Each time he would flirt with you after a performance or practice. You didn't care now. It would pay off once again as well as the other performances. You changed into a black shirt with a black leather jacket, jeans, and black boots that went up a bit bove your ankle. You settled with your (h/c) (h/l) hair down. You got ready when you recieved a text. You tapped it. It was from Eren. It read:
___, today's the day. We'll be coming by at 1:00 PM. You might want to practice. Can't wait.

You replied:
Alright, I'll practice. See you then.

You still had three hours. You walked over to the room where you all practiced when at your house. You put your hands on the microphone and began to sing. You thought about the small performances you did with the band. You made some small improvements, but there wasn't much to improve. Soon, you decided to stop practicing for the sake of your voice. It would be awful if your voice got damaged. You drank a cup of water and looked at the clock. It read 12:55. They would be arriving in five minutes. You plugged your earphones/headphones [What ever one you perfer] into your iPod. You selected your favorite song by your favorite band. You saw a car pull up and knew it was the band. You walked outside and got in the car. Erwin was driving it. After all, he was a senior. "___, are you ready for today?" Eren asked. "Yeah. Are you?" You asked, you turned off your iPod and took off your earphones/headphones.

                                       ~* Time Skip *~
You heard your band name being announced and took a deep breath. You walked up onto the stage with Jean, Eren, Marco, Annie, and Mikasa. You saw the microphone on the stand. [Microphone holder . thing. .] You put your hands on top of the microphone and once everyone was ready you began to sing:
I'm feeling like I'm about to explode.
You don't understand how it feels. To think that you matter. Until it all crashes down.
I'll be like a crashing night. Waiting up inside, to crush it all down. You didn't think I had it in me. You thought I would never hurt you, the nightmare begins now. I'll make you go numb. I'll show up at your door and ask if we can talk. That's when you become a victim. If they ask you about me you'll say "It's a nightmare looking like a dream."  I can't wait to make you mine. I'll come back, tell you the things you want to hear. I'll be gone in a flash.
You don't want to see me once I've enjoyed it. (It'll never end) Let's find out what I'm capable of.

[Sorry if it sucks. I know it does v-v]
The rest of the song went on and you all got a bunch of applause. After a few more songs, you all bowed and left. You put on a beanie hat after you got in the car. You drank a bottle of water so your throat didn't get sore. You asked if Jean could turn up the radio and he did so gladly. "Mr. Brightside" by "The Killers" played. You grinned and listened to it. "____, you're not singing to it?" Jean asked. "Nah, I already sang enough for now." You shrugged.