I grabbed the stack of flyers from Quinn's outstretched hands, too tired and bored to register the grin on her face.

Only once she said "I got one," did I bother to look up.

My sleep addled brain took an extra second. "You got one wh--oh! Cool. The blonde?"

"That's the one. I went and got us a singer while you two pricks took a nap." Her smile stayed plastered across her face despite the malice in her voice.

"Yeah, we're worthless," Marsh mumbled, sitting up. Quinn and I both grinned at that. "Can we go home now?"

I stood up and offered Marsh a hand, but she refused to leave her position on the ground until Quinn confirmed that we were indeed free to go.

But Quinn, being her usual self, told us no and still made Marsh stand up. "Come oooooonnn you have to meet her. We can't leave before she meets you or she's gonna think I lied about the band."

"It's true," I chimed in, "I'd look at Quinn and think she was a liar." She tried to smack me, but I jumped out of the way and walked to the door, holding it open and gesturing for them to go in. Quinn thanked me, but Marsh just groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Quinn led us to a table and sat us down across from the blonde girl. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, which I admired, but her clothes reminded me of Quinn. Fashionable and bright with short skirts and layers. I'd really been hoping for someone not Quinn and more... Not Quinn.

But this is what we got, so who was I to complain that this strange girl was willing to trust a bunch of other strange girls.

"Guys, meet Skylar; Skylar, meet my bandmates." Quinn was smiling at us expectantly, and Marsh was way too busy nursing a cup of coffee that I'm pretty sure she stole from someone to notice, so I extended my hand.

"I'm Jinx. The one zoning out over there is Marsh. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. You can call me Sky." Her smile wavered a little. "Are those your real names?"

I blinked. Judging someone's name isn't really the best way to start a friendship. But I smiled and said, "Uh, no, but that's what everyone calls us. Our real names suck."

"Oh," she said, nodding. "I don't mean to offend, it's just that Jinx is kind of a weird name, you know."

I forced myself to keep grinning. I liked my name. I chose it after all. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. It's short for Jinxette. My dad's name was Jinxopher."

Her eyes opened wide. "Really?"

Oh God, are you an idiot? What, were you named after the fucking atmosphere? I think not.

"No," Quinn cut in, shooting me a glare. I raised my hands in defense. It wasn't my fault she took me seriously. "Jinx is just being an ass."

Marsh finally looked up, but just to add, "it's a fundamental part of who she is. Trust me, we've tried to cure her but nothing worked."

"Oh fuck you both," I said, rolling my eyes.

Quinn made a face. "I don't know about you, but I'm not into incest."

"Dear God," I sighed. "I can't win with you. I'm gonna go get a coffe, I don't think I can deal with y'all without one."

Marsh slid hers to me before I could leave, and I don't know when or how they got there, but there were three more sitting in front of her. All of them had phone numbers or little hearts inscribed on the sides, so I guessed this was just another benefit of her popularity, but seriously how in the hell.

Skylar clicked her tongue, and we all looked over, almost surprised that she was there. "Are you guys always like this?" she asked.

I wasn't sure what answer she wanted. Was "like this" a good thing or a bad thing? Her tone of voice seemed to suggest that it wasn't appealing, but maybe that's just how she talked. Would it affect her choice to join our band? "We have our moments," I shrugged, opting for a nondescript reply. "Depends on how annoying Quinn is and how sleepy Marsh is."

Marsh chuckled tiredly. It sounded like a dying frog. "Yeah, when I'm not tired, I'm 'suave or whatever.'"

I cringed and hid behind the coffee she had just given me. "You're just gonna keep throwing those words back at me, aren't you?"

"You're the one who said them."

"I regret my actions and would like to repent and leave my sins in the past, can we do that?"

"No," she said flippantly, smiling as the barista delivered a muffin to our table. Did Marsh ever have to pay for anything?

Quinn snapped her fingers in front of our faces, making both of us jump and almost spill our drinks. "Could you two maybe not hold one of your inside conversations right now? We're kind of trying to meet the girl who said she'd sing for us, not flirt uncontrollably with eachother. We get it, you're in love, moving on."

Both Marsh and I groaned out "we're not in love, oh my God." I leaned over and swiped part of her muffin from her, and I could see from Quinn's face that I wasn't helping my argument.

We were close sure, and we had almost dated back in high school when we first met, but as time went on and neither of us acted on whatever it was we were feeling, the idea of dating eachother got weirder and weirder. Like dating a kid you used to babysit. Seeing them all grown up is cool, and they're certainly attractive, but they'll do something childish and you're suddenly reminded of when they were little and the desire to touch them nonplatonically is dead.

Had we established at the beginning of the relationship that it was built on mutual attraction, something might have happened, but that's not how it went. We were friends, and we'd likely never be anything more.

Sky smiled, and I swear she looked relieved. "So you two aren't dating? Oh thank God, I don't know if I could be in a band with lesbos."

My face dropped, and if glares could kill, I would have fucking murdered that little piece of shit. I was trying to be nice and brush off her attitude as some kind of nervous defense mechanism, but that wasn't something I could ignore. If Quinn hadn't been sitting between us, I would've straight up made out with Marsh in the middle of the coffee shop, right in front of her homophobic ass.

Instead, Quinn's hand found my leg and gripped it hard enough to make me wince. I don't know how Marsh managed to keep her composure, but maybe Quinn had done the same to her. Or maybe the whole being bisexual thing made her immune to homophobic comments. I doubted it.

"Ha..." Quinn laughed nervously. Skylar hardly seemed to notice. "Yeah you don't have to worry about that. None of us are dating eachother."

It wasn't a lie, but I had to look away. I couldn't deal with this. How the hell was I supposed to work with someone so... I don't know, terrible? Quinn squeezed my thigh again in warning, and I kept my mouth shut.

She's damn lucky I loved her.

"Well, Marsh looks like she's about to pass out, so I think we should get going," Quinn said, already pushing me out of the booth. "We'll see you at practice?"

Sky nodded, her ponytail swaying with the motion. She had such potential to be pretty. Too bad her personality made me want to fight her. But I doubted Quinn would be very happy had I punched a girl in a coffee shop, so I set my jaw and helped Marsh carry her various drinks out the door without another word.