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Hey Now!

Quentin Smith x Reader

Hey Now!

Features: Nightmare on Elm Street, except in a Nothing Went Wrong AU, and Y/N is in a band

Waking up in the morning, Quentin felt like hell. He was even more convinced of such when he passed by the mirror in the bathroom, discovering that his current state was actually much worse than he initially thought. And, with a glance at the watch on his wrist, he realized he didn't exactly have time to fix it. "That's fine. We'll just put a beanie on, and it'll be---" He muttered to himself, travelling back to his room, only to find that the designated spot for his beanie was vacant. "Fine?" He finished his statement late, confused, knowing that that was the last place he left it. There was no way it could've been anywhere else, he was sure. "So where is it?" He asked himself, recalling Y/N, who'd came over the night before. "But why would she take it?"

"Fuck it. We don't have time." Quentin thought aloud, scooping his backpack off of the ground and sliding it over his shoulder. Before his dad could start yelling at him to hurry up, he was already out the door.

Walking through the doors of the school, sure to trail far behind his dad, the first familiar face he saw was Nancy. His locker was down the hall, and Nancy was busy talking to Kris and Dean, but Quentin didn't quite care. This, in his mind, was more important. "Hey, Nancy, have you seen Y/N?" He tappen his foot anxiously, unaware that he was even doing it.

"No, she's not gonna be here today. She... Didn't tell you?" Nancy looked confused, pulling away from her conversation. Kris seemed to be in the loop, a knowing smile on her face, while Dean was just as lost as Quentin was.

"No, I guess she didn't." Now that he'd been there for a minute, this entire situation felt weird. His face twisted into one of confusion. The more he was standing there, the weirder this situation felt.

"She's not gonna be here. She's got a show tonight, and she's taking the day to set up." Nancy explained with a curt nod.

"A show?" He was taken aback. "For what? She didn't tell me about any show, and we just hung out last night." Guilt began to set in, and Quentin began to wonder if Y/N actually had said something to him about it, and he'd just missed it.

"Don't sweat it. I'll give you the address." Nancy offered, retrieving a pen and paper from her locker. As if on cue, the bell rang, warning them to get to class.

"Shit." Quentin muttered to himself. It looked like he wasn't getting his beanie back as soon as he thought.

"I'll get it to you at lunch, okay?" Nancy promised, an apologetic smile on her face. Quentin couldn't help but give a soft smile back. He could swear up and down, if there were a universe out there where Y/N didn't exist, he could almost see himself falling for Nancy.

"Thanks, Nance."

Like promised, at lunch, Nancy handed Quentin a neatly folded piece of paper, containing an address he wasn't sure he recognized, and a note telling him to be there at 7:00 pm. After lunch, it was decided that he would just catch a ride with Nancy, Kris, Dean, and Jesse, much to his initial disapproval. But at 6:30, he found himself piled up in a car with the group. The reasoning, he told himself, was solely because he wasn't sure where this place even was. It wasn't so he could hang out with Jesse and Dean; oh no, definitely not. Especially not after their relentless teasing, asking him exactly why Y/N was hanging out with him the night before, and why he was so worried where she was now. Quentin could certainly live without Jesse's fake, high pitched moaning, thank you very much. He appreciated Nancy and Kris' silence on the matter, the two going as far as making the other two boys shut up, though the girls secretly made a bet on the status of Quentin and Y/N by the end of the night.

Arriving at the venue, it became obvious why Quentin hadn't heard the place before. It was on the opposite side of town, for one, and two, it didn't seem like his scene at all. To be fair, it didn't really seem like Y/N's either, but it was becoming increasingly apparent that Quentin didn't know as much about her as he thought he did. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" He paused outside the car door, almost hesitant to move.

"Yes, Quentin. Don't worry, we didn't lie to you. Your girlfriend's here." Dean joked, nudging Quentin's shoulder jokingly on his way around the car. Quentin didn't even bother to correct him, knowing he had to have said "she's not my girlfriend" at least twelve times already. Nancy and Kris seemed to know what they were doing, so when they arrived to the security that demanded tickets. Quentin, then realizing that he definitely didn't have one, just tried to look like he knew what he was doing, trailing behind Kris and Dean with Jesse, hands shoved in his pockets. The burly security guy looked between the number of tickets and the group, obviously noticing the difference in numbers. Quentin just stayed quiet, counting the amount of hits on the bass drum that was still loud outside, mimicking it with his feet to distract his mind. The noise stopped a minute later, signaling the end the band's set time.

"Don't worry, I'm on the list." Nancy spoke up, noticing the security's unamused expression. She quickly moved to her purse, pulling out her ID. With a quick inspection and a curt nod, security let them pass.

"So, you're on the list for.... Whatever this is, and I didn't even get to know what this was?" Quentin walked alongside Nancy, who just grinned cheekily. He didn't even notice how Dean, Kris, and Jesse parted ways with them as soon as they walked inside, Quentin following Nancy to the bar.

"Oh, if only he knew," She found herself thinking. "Yeah, I had a conversation with Y/N last night after she left your place. She said, and I quote, 'my friendship with Quentin is cancelled. Nancy, you're my new best friend'." She imitated Y/N in an overly dramatic manner, Quentin just rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, somehow I don't have a hard time believing that." He was only partially joking, but seeing as how the joke actually resonated with his feelings, he decided to change the subject. "So, any news from Y/N? Where's she at?"

"Backstage, silly." Nancy rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her newly acquired drink, handing Quentin the second one. "Where else would the band be?"

"Y/N's in a fucking band? And I didn't know this?" It was a struggle not to spit his drink out, eyes blown wide. At this rate, Y/N very well might have decided to cancel their friendship and choose Nancy as her new best friend instead, maybe deciding to steal his beanie as a final act of revenge. "When you said she 'had a show', I thought it was possible that she'd gotten a job setting up for a band or something. Not that she is the band." He was still just as amazed.

"If it makes you feel any better, she had a reason for not telling you." Nancy offered. Quentin didn't say anything, hoping she'd elaborate. She didn't. "I wanna tell you, but... I think Y/N is the only one who can. Sorry." She grimaced, and Quentin decided to lighten up on the death stares, figuring he got all of the information he was going to get.

"Yeah. Thanks, I guess." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair. Feedback from a microphone resonated through the air, and his attention immediately averted to the stage where a chick with blonde hair and almost a full sleeve tattoo was carrying a bass guitar. Very country. For the atmosphere of the venue, she looked extremely out of place. With the blonde, the rest of the band went to their places, saving one spot open at the center mic, reserved for the lead singer. He watched curiously, assuming that that was where Y/N was supposed to go. The blonde started a riff on the bass, and the drummer followed. After a few seconds of instrumentals, a new person walked out onto the stage. It was none other than Y/N, who, to Quentin's disdain, was sporting a gray beanie. His beanie.

"Hey now, What's your name? You're really cute and really nice, I think we should go on a date," Y/N sang, and Quentin couldn't help but smile just a little bit. He had no idea that Y/N had an interest in music outside of listening to it, but now, it made sense that she would. He made a mental note to ask her who this one was written about, just bopping along to the beat with Nancy in the meantime. "Oh, hey now! You've got it going on, Hey now, You're like my favorite song-" He noticed Nancy in the corner of his eye trying to get his attention, unable to actually hear her over the band. He leaned down just a bit so he could, Nancy yelling in his ear.

"Come on! Let's try and get closer!" He wanted to protest, but she was already dragging him into the fray before he could get a word out.

"Hey now, What's your birthday? Because I read in the book That my most compatible month is May, Oh, hey now! Do you like my dress? Hey now, Because earlier I looked a mess." True to her word, Nancy had managed to squeeze the two of them into the general population, fighting off the sweaty bodies with apologies to get as close as possible. Now, it was much easier to see Y/N. Despite the fact that she was wearing a beanie, the multicolored lights gave her hair a glowing halo, and she was smiling, Quentin realized, at him. The two maintained eye "Oh baby, you got me going crazy, Oh baby, I want you now now now now now now now. Oh save me, won't you help me? 'Cause baby, I want you now now now now now now now-" A hand on his shoulder told Quentin someone had walked up behind him, Kris pushing her way past him to stand next to Nancy, the two dancing together. And suddenly, Quentin felt extremely out of place.

"Hey now, How are you? I want to know your life story so tell me everything you do, Oh, hey now! You're so much fun, Hey now, You're as bright as the sun, Oh baby, you got me going crazy Oh baby, I want you now now now now now now now." Trying to appreaciate the music that was obviously very important to Y/N was extremely difficult. He felt like he was standing in one place, unable to move. Everything felt so... Awkward. Nancy seemed to notice and tugged on his sleeve, trying again to get closer to the front. With Kris now in tow, they were much more successful in their efforts to say the least. Kris, unlike Nancy, gave little to no fucks when it came to pushing people out of the way. Needless to say, Kris had worked until their bodies were pressed against the barrier seperating the crowd from the band. Y/N's eyes found Quentin's again, and though he hadn't noticed, Nancy had watched her try to find his face in the crowd. All the while, she lowered herself to the ground, sitting on the edge of the stage.

"Hey now, Come over here

Hey now, You're my biggest fear

Hey now, Tell me how you feel

Hey now, Make sure what you're saying is real." The beat picked up again, a grin growing on Y/N's face. She jumped to her feet again, jumping off of the stage all the while jumping back into the chorus. It was only about two or three feet higher than ground level, but nonetheless, a good portion of the crowd cheered. Y/N must've been the security's worst nightmare, with how often she was jumping and climbing on things, now standing on top of the barrier meant to seperate her from the crowd. She stood a little wobbly on the edge of the metal, with people trying to reach her from behind it, but she stood strong anyway, hands reaching back. All the while, she maintained eye contact, and it became obvious who she was reaching for. Quentin, who seemed unable to crack a genuine smile all night, held her hand, an honest and reassuring grin on his face. He noticed how badly her hand was shaking, and he couldn't be sure if it was the adrenaline or fear that caused it. The song ended, and Y/N let out an obvious sigh of relief, her eyes drifting closed. When they opened again, she saw Nancy, absolutely ecstatic for her, and Quentin, who had a look of sheer admiration and awe. Her heart swelled at the idea, and the rest of the show continued without a hitch.

At the end of the show, Y/N was surprised to see that Nancy and Quentin had waited, sitting at the bar together.

"Hey, guys." She walked up almost awkwardly, interrupting their conversation about the show. She almost felt bad, thinking how she knew of her two best friends feelings for each other.

"Y/N!" Nancy hugged her tightly. "You did so great. I'm so proud of you." Y/N smiled, thanking Nancy for coming.

"Quen, you made it!" She used her old nickname for her best friend, surprised when he pulled her into a hug.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to crash it or anything. I guess my invite got lost in the mail or something." His tone sounded almost clipped, and Y/N almost felt bad for not formally inviting him. He released her from the hug, much to her dismay, a look of guilt on her features. A silence drifted between the three, Nancy being the one to disrupt it.

"... I'm gonna go make sure Dean and Jesse haven't killed each other yet. I'll see you guys in a minute?" Before either could answer, Nancy had already gone.

"I wanted to ask you to come. I really did." Y/N said immediately after Nancy left, crossing her arms over her chest awkwardly.

"Then why didn't you? Y/N, you're my best friend. I didn't even know you were in a band." Quentin sounded hurt, mimicking Y/N's actions.

"I just... Had to make sure everything was perfect, okay? I didn't want you to show up if we weren't at our best. And we're honestly not yet." Y/N found it hard to breathe, and her eyes were burning, trying not to cry. She hated arguing with people; Quentin especially.

"Are you kidding me, Y/N? That was fucking amazing. And even if it wasn't, I want to be able to support you. You're my best friend. It's like my job." He scoffed, glaring daggers.

"Yeah. I guess." Y/N kept her eyes on the ground, biting her lip. In her head, she just kept repeating, "Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry." Over and over like a mantra. "It's just... You matter a lot to me, and your approval matters the most out of everyone's. I don't want to give you a reason to be disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Quentin scoffed, then went silent. "I don't think I could ever be disappointed in you, N/N." Y/N didn't say anything.

"So can you look at me now?"

She still didn't respond.

"Y/N."

Nothing.

Quentin rolled his eyes, picking her head up with his finger. He began to understand why she wouldn't lookat him; she was crying. "Shit." Realizing what he'd done, he pulled her into a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder. "Don't cry. Please don't cry. Then I'll start crying because you're crying, and I promise I don't look as cute as you do when I cry." He almost whispered, rubbing Y/N's back in his attempts at calming her down. A few minutes had passed, and he'd noticed that Y/N had stopped crying. "Better?" He asked. He felt her lightly shake her head no, still hiding her face in the fabric of his shirt. "Okay. Just let me know when." He responded, feeling no need to say anything else. So, he just held her in a comfortable silence. A few more moments had passed, and he heard her audibly sigh, and let him go.

"I'm sorry." She sniffled. "I kinda made a mess on your shirt." She muttered, trying to sound strong, but she still looked as miserable as before.

"It's okay." Quentin smiled softly, a laugh escaping his lips. Y/N couldn't help but smile back. Quentin didn't laugh as often as she'd like, so during those rare moments when he did, she made sure to savor it each time. "So, wanna tell me what got you so upset all of a sudden?" He made sure not to sound too pushy, Y/N just biting her lip and sighing.

"Well, no time like the present, right?" She muttered under her breath. "I... Was... Sad, I guess," She tried to push past the lump in her throat, building back up. "Because... I made you miss out on something... Monumental for me, because... I was scared." She admitted, eyes looking anywhere but his face. When Quentin stayed silent, she let out a deep sigh. "And I was so scared, because I love you. And... I've written a couple of songs about you, and I didn't want you to hear them and think 'oh, she's gotta be singing about someone else,' or even worse, I thought... You might figure me out. And I feel so selfish now because now I'm telling you this, and I know you don't have feelings for me like that. I know it's Nancy that you're after, not that I could blame you, and Jesus; now you're mad at me because I never told you, but surprise! Our friendship is probably over now because of it all and I'm just so-" Y/N rambled, Quentin suddenly cutting her off.

"Y/N." He grabbed a hold of her shoulders, shaking her out of her rant. He'd been calling her name during different points during her speech, but she was so wrapped up in it that she hadn't noticed. "You're not selfish, okay? And I'm not mad at you. I mean, I am mad at you, just... Not in the way you think." Y/N blinked, confused. "I'm mad that you never invite me to your concerts, but Jesse, Kris and Dean get invited, and Nancy's on the guest list. I'm mad because you never let me support you. I'm mad... I'm mad because I never knew how you felt, and I'm mad that I never acted on how I felt."

"Oh?" Y/N looked confused. "Oh." The message set in, and Quentin scratched the back of his head nervously. He didn't even know how red his face was at this point, but it couldn't have been more red than Y/N's. "Well... Uh... Just so you know, Nancy's only on the guest list because she's my other best friend, and Kris only got a ticket because Nancy got one, and Dean and Jesse only went because, well, when you ask Kris to come to something, it's like a package deal." She shrugged. "And I never told you how I felt because I was just so sure you had a thing for Nancy." She raked a hand down her face, stifling a laugh. Now that she knows what she knows, the idea did seem kinda farfetched. "But you also never told me how you felt, so I guess I'm mad at you too."

"That's completely fair." Quentin agreed, standing up so he wasn't leaning on the bar counter anymore. "So, since we've decided to just be mad at each other, how exactly do you propose we go about patching it up?"

"I believe there's a saying, goes along the lines of 'kiss it and make it better'? I could be wrong." Y/N shrugged slyly, taking one step forward, making the two of them chest to chest.

"Nope, I definitely think you're onto something." Quentin nodded. Leaning down to Y/N's height, planting a soft kiss to her lips. She seemed to smile into it, and he couldn't help but reciprocate the action. When the two pulled away, he couldn't help but look at her curiously. "What's got you so giggly, N/N?"

"Nothin'. Just nothin', Q." She shook her head, reminding Quentin of his initial mission.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." He snatched the beanie off of Y/N's head, placing it back on his own.

Y/N gasped in false shock. "Rude." She grumbled, crossing her arms. Mood = killed. She slung her guitar case over her shoulder, walking to the exit of the venue. Quentin followed, letting one arm hang around Y/N's waist.

"You're the one who stole my beanie." He countered.

"I didnt steal it! It fell into my bag!" She accused, turning her head slightly to get a look at him again. "I can't say I'm not glad you got it back, though. I knew something about you looked off."

"Yeah. Okay." Quentin snickered, shaking his head. "I defintely think it looks cuter on you, but, I can't survive without it. Sorry." He teased, earning a light punch in the side from a snickering Y/N "Ouch! Who's the rude one now?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll get that damn hat back if it's the last thing I do."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Challenge accepted."

I love The Regrettes, and I love Quentin. So I decided to combine the two. Everyone is extremely ooc, butttt staying in character isn't what cures my depression, Susan, it's the contennttt that makes me happy, davidddd

Anyway, if you were wondering what the song was, it's Hey Now by The Regrettes

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