Our set had been fucking awesome, and we were pretty much stoked as fuck about it, so to celebrate, we decided it was time to eat and get our drink on.

So we had headed to the food stands, congratulating each other on how goddamn awesome we were, when we were stopped by two guys who had seen us play.

"Dude, you guys were sick!" The taller guy, with black hair and blue eyes and snakebite piercings decorating his face, told us. Stating the obvious of course. We knew we were good. We had just signed to a major label and were playing a goddamn massive festival- our dreams were finally coming true after years of scraping by and playing at fucking house parties and backyard gigs.

"Thanks, man," I told him. It took me a second, but I worked out that I had seen him in the pit, with the hottest girl I had ever seen on his shoulders. I vaguely wondered if she was his girlfriend- it would be just my luck. All the hot chicks were taken.

"You guys got a record out? I'd buy it," he continued on, juggling the mounds of food he was carrying in his arms.

I took out a cigarette and lit up as we talked. These guys seemed ok, and let's face it, I hate humans as a general rule. People are goddamn fucked up, but I felt like these ones were a couple that I might be able to tolerate.

Before long, they asked whether we'd like to come hang with them, and eat some food before they headed off to see Blind Melon play. We figured that we may as well, all we had planned was to head off to the bar and drink till we puked. Plus I kind of hoped I'd get to have a perve of that girl again, even if she was off limits.

So we walked with them to where the girls were sitting- one dark haired and one blonde, both supremely attractive. They looked up and I saw their jaws drop just a little. The blonde girls eyes went straight to Tré, who seemed to know it. He checked her out, without bothering to be subtle about it. He loved the attention, the slut.

I grinned at them both, my heart stuttering a little as she looked at me and smiled back.

"This is Zee and Milly," the snakebite guy introduced us. "I'm James, and this is Ray," he pointed at the other guy, whose hair was shaped into a pretty awesome blue Mohawk and whose arms were tattooed from top to bottom.

"I'm Billie Joe," I replied, not really being able to keep my eyes off the girl he called Zee. Her hair was shining in the sun, and a small bit of her tanned midriff was showing- that little bit of skin had me squirming in my tight pants. "This is Tré, and that's Mike. Hope you girls don't mind us crashing your lunch date."

"Of course not," Zee answered, and gestured for us to sit down with them. We plonked our asses on the grass, Mike stretching his long limbs in front of himself and leaning back.

"You guys were great," she went on. What was that accent? English?

"Where the fuck are you from?" Tré asked her, dispensing with pleasantries. He always knew how to cut to the chase. She smiled at him, not seeming to be bothered with his rudeness.

"Originally from Australia," she told him. "I've been here for a couple of years now, though."

Australia. Hmmm. I'd always found that accent kind of nasal and a little annoying, like nails on a chalk board, for some reason, on her, it was... Sexy. Only word for it.

"So can you drive a car?" Tré asked her, all the while scooting a little closer to Milly, who didn't seem to mind even a bit. Who in fact had turned her body towards him, as though saying 'look what I've got, you know you want it". She did have a great body, with big boobs packed into a tight top, but I kind of preferred the slimmer curves of Zees body, those long legs in tight red jeans, the slight bump of her hipbones above the studded belt, her toned, tanned bare arms.. Goddamn it Billie, stop thinking about her body, you're going to make your attraction to her obvious to fucking EVERYONE!

Zee looked confused at Trés question. "Of course I can. Why wouldn't I be able to drive a car?"

"Don't you Aussies get around in the pouches of Kangaroos?" Tré asked, a completely serious look on his face, though it was obvious he was kidding. Maybe.

Zee rolled her eyes, probably having heard it all. That little gesture, the rolling of her gorgeous eyes, for some reason had me having to adjust my sitting position. I glanced over at James- I hope he hadn't noticed. Girls with boyfriends were always off limits- no matter how sexy they were, or how surprising hot their accents were. Even I had morals when it came to that.

We hung out for a little while getting to know them, before someone realised that they were late to see the band. Since we had already seen them during the festival tour, we decided we'd go to the bar and get a start on the drinking.

"You guys should meet up with us later," Mike said as we all stood up. "We're at the end of the tour now, so we were gonna head to that bar in town, Drakes, and celebrate, with a few of the other bands. You in?"

They agreed, with Milly looking particularly excited as she eyeballed Tré. Well, it looked like someone was gonna get laid tonight at least.

So we watched them head towards the stage, my eyes on Zee. She was so fucking chilled out and friendly... She turned her head and looked back at us with a small smile, our eyes meeting. My heart jumped into my throat.

Fuck me.