Chapter 1
“You’re nervous,” Kelly accuses.
Donnie glances over his shoulder, away from the mirror he’d been looking into. Kelly’s laid herself out on his bed, her bright pink hair spread out on his pillow. She’s short, curvy, beautiful. She reminds of him of a little pixie, and he loves her like a sister.
“I’m not nervous.” Donnie turns back to the mirror to check his eye liner. He’s dressed casually in a T-shirt and shorts, flip flops on his feet, but a little light make up makes him feel better. It’s like armor.
“I know it’s the first time you’ve been to Jed’s house, but it’s not the first time you’ve met the band,” Kelly points out.
Jed called him on Monday to tell him the band and some friends and family were meeting at his house for a barbeque that Saturday, and Donnie was invite
