Before the big day.

I strained myself to remember, to think back on a time in my life where I felt a stronger stomach ache than that night. I was rolling from side to side on my bed, and it wasn’t even 10:00 pm yet.

It was February 12, the night before the talent show at our school. I had spent about two months practicing and getting ready for the big day, and I was ready. I could play the song in my sleep, even on the bass. Isabelle and I had also worked virtually every day on our background video and it was ready. Hell, we had it saved in different formats just in case we ran into some computer problem or other that day. All my instruments were in shape and I had already gone through the testing and practice at the gym. I was as ready as I could ever be. And yet I felt like someone had taken my stomach and was twisting it as if squeezing water out of a wet towel.

Isabelle came into my room and handed me a glass of water with some drops of medicine in it. Something to calm the nerves, according to mom.

“T-Thanks.” I took the glass from her and drank. It was slightly bitter.

“Relax, Oliver. You’ll do great.”

“What if I make a mistake and I end up a laughing stock for the rest of high school?”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re seniors, isn’t it?” She joked, but it actually did help a bit. “Look, I’ve seen you practice every day. I know you can do it. And if you feel nervous on stage with all those people looking at you, then find me and the others in the crowd. You’ve played in front of all of us by now.”

Cake jumped on my bed, meowed softly and rubbed her head against my arms, demanding pets. I had to oblige.

“Thanks. But it’s not like I don’t know that, because I do. I just… can’t help it. Half a year ago I couldn’t even speak properly and now I’m supposed to perform in front of over 500 people?”

“Show how far you’ve come, right?” Isabelle’s proud smile was genuine. “I know I said all that stuff about taking **** on the music club, but… Just go and play your heart out, okay? What’s important is that you’re satisfied with your own performance.”

I sighed. “I guess so. Don’t worry, though. I’m not backing down. Even if I freeze on stage and people laugh at me, I’ll still go up there.”

Isabelle laughed and shook her head. “Duffus.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and began to walk away. “Goodnight, brother. Don’t worry. You’ll kill it tomorrow.” She closed the door behind her as she left.

I threw myself back on my bed. Cake jumped on my chest, so I grabbed her and lifted her in front of me. “What if it doesn’t go well, though?” I asked the long cat. Cake meowed her wisdom at me. I chuckled. “I guess that would be it. It just wouldn’t go well. Not like I have any stakes on this… Other than at least 60% of my self-worth.”

Ugh. Why did I have to think that? Of course, playing guitar was one of the few skills, if not THE skill, I could genuinely be proud of. I wasn’t the best, but I was good. I believed that. Telling myself that had kept me from deep depression in my solitude. If I played in front of people and it turned out they didn’t like it…

…

My phone buzzed with the sound of a text message. I checked to see it was from Noelle to the group chat with the girls.

-Noelle: Oliver, how are you doing?

-Oliver: Thinking of changing my name and running away to Brazil.

-Alice: Why Brazil?

-Noelle: Don’t ask.

-Sarah: I know asking you to relax would be wasted effort, so I’ll do you one better. Forget about tomorrow and think of what comes the day after that.

What comes after tomorrow? That was… February 14?

…

Oh no.

I winced hard. I had completely forgotten about Valentine's Day.

-Grace: I bet you forgot, didn’t you?

Lying through text would probably work, but the moment we met face to face, they would know I had failed to plan anything.

-Oliver: I’m so sorry. I’ll think of something.

-Mila: Don’t worry. We figured you’d have your mind occupied with the talent show, so we already planned something.

-Alice: We?

-Mila: Grace, Alice and Noelle planned something.

-Oliver: I’m so sorry.

-Sarah: Hey, I told you this so you’d look forward to it, not to make you feel worse.

-Noelle: Yeah. Honestly, we didn’t know what to do, either, but then Grace and I found something… interesting.

-Oliver: Interesting?

-Alice: You’ll see. We’re sort of betting on this, but if it is as promised, then we’ll have a good time. I’m really looking forward to it, so let’s get this stupid talent show over with.

I almost broke out laughing. Alice had worked harder than anyone to get this talent show up and running this year, and here she was saying she wanted to get it done so we could celebrate Valentine’s Day. Either she was trying to take my mind off tomorrow or she was truly looking forward to it.

Actually, considering how much of a perv she was, it was likely both. That made me look forward to it, too.

-Mila: Can I show him a teaser?

-Grace: I’ll allow it.

-Noelle: Don’t wear it, though.

The next thing I saw was what could be described as a tiny piece of fabric sprawled over Mila’s bed. A more accurate description, however, would see it called a black micro bikini. Seriously, it was ridiculous. Barely enough fabric to cover a nipple!

-Mila: So instead of worrying over the talent show tonight, think only about the five hot pussies that are eagerly waiting for you on Valentine's Day.

-Oliver: Are you sure I can’t have another sneak peek?

Much to my surprise, the next one to send a picture was Noelle. And what a picture it was. It was a picture of her lower half. She had her white pajama pants down, no panties, and two fingers spreading her pussy open for the camera.

-Noelle: This one, at least, can barely wait anymore.

My heart skipped a beat. Fuck me, I did not expect it but it really worked wonders on the stomach pains.

-Mila: Hey, not fair!

-Sarah: No, it’s fair. I’d send pictures, too, but we better not risk getting our guy too excited that he can’t sleep.

-Alice: Yes. We don’t want him rubbing one out before we get to him.

This was another big example of the importance of these girls in my life. In 30 minutes of talking, my stomach pains were mostly gone. Though the medicine probably had something to do with it, too, but I was certainly feeling more relaxed. Problem was I went to sleep with an uncomfortable stiffy.

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