You never thought you'd be one to enjoy punk music, but something about the loud, angry sound of the guitar made you feel free. You smiled as you jumped up and down with your friend to the beat of the music. This place was packed, loud and wild and you loved every part of it.

"Told you you'd have fun," your friend yelled over the music.

You laughed and nodded your head as you turned to look at the band.

They were wild, I mean absolutely insane. The lead singer had bright red hair and sang loudly like there was no tomorrow into the mic. The drummer was killing it, keeping the room filled with sound. But the one who caught your eye in particular was the bass player.

He was tall and lanky with dark spiked up hair that went in all directions and the cutest smile you'd ever seen spread across his face as he jumped up and down. He wore a leather jacket left open to show his chest while he sneered at the audience, riling them up with his rock star attitude. He was a punk, that was for sure.

He looked over the loud crowd with a confident smile, happy to be entertaining each one of them. His eyes stopped though when they landed on you. His sneer turned into a sincere smile without him even realizing it as he watched you move to the music. Unaware of anything but you now, he slowed his jumping and was content just looking at you.

"Sid, what the bloody hell are you doing?" Johnny yelled as he nudged him.

"Oh, sorry," Sid said as he shook his head, but he couldn't stop himself from looking every so often.

"I think he likes you," your friend said with a sly smile.

You rolled your eyes in reply, but you couldn't deny the excitement in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the leather clad bassist meeting your eyes.

The show wrapped up and your friend began to tug you towards the door, determined to push through the rowdy crowd as fast as possible. Sid stood on his toes to see where you'd gone off to, hoping he'd be able to catch you before you left. He caught sight of you and quickly shoved his bass into Johnny's arms.

"Hey, what give-"

"Shut up, I don't have time, just help me out," Sid said distractedly as he hopped off the stage to find you.

"That was some show, huh?" Your friend asked when you had reached the door.

You stood on the sidewalk with her and nodded your head, "Yeah, it was somethin' else."

"Oh, you're kidding me," your friend said quietly, and when you looked up you saw a smirk on her face.

You followed her eyes and turned around to see the bass player walking towards you. You felt your stomach twist as he flashed a smile at you.

"'Ello," he said in a thick British accent, "thought I might'a missed ya."

You felt your face heat up as you quickly thought of a response, "Oh, me?"

Your friend put her tongue in her cheek as she tried not to chuckle at your nervous demeanor.

He nodded, "I'm glad I caught you," he said as he looked you over with a smile.

You met his eyes and noticed how bright they were, "Me too."

"You know what (y/n), I'll catch up with you later," your friend said as she left you with him.

"Are you sure-?"

"Yes, now have some fun," she said with a wink.

You blushed furiously as he let out a little laugh.

"By the way, I'm Sid," he said, "Sid Vicious."

"What a name," you teased, "I'm (y/n)."

"(Y/n)," he repeated as his eyes wandered over your face.

He nodded his head, "I like it. Fits you nicely."

You looked down at your shoes, "Thanks," you said.

He smiled as he watched you in front of him. You didn't look like most of the people he usually saw at these scenes, in fact he thought you were much too pretty to even be standing near him. Everything about you seemed light and almost unreal to him, much different than the girls he was used to.

When you looked back up at him he felt a rush, and without thinking he leaned in and kissed you. He held his breath, afraid you might not kiss back, but when he felt your fingers find their way to intertwine with his, he relaxed. His lips were smooth against yours and you felt so crazy for kissing back, but you couldn't help it, there was something about him. You felt your head spinning and your heart racing as he pulled you closer, holding you, a stranger in his arms on the now empty sidewalk. You broke the kiss and let out an airy laugh as you rested your hand on his chest.

"Sorry," he said, unable to hide his blushing cheeks, "I uhm-"

"No, you don't have to be sorry," you said as you reached a hand up to pet his face.

He simply smiled in reply, his eyes looking to your lips, almost dying to feel them on his again. But the sound of your voice intrigued him more now and he felt as though he wanted to know everything you had to say.

"Let's go somewhere," he said, excitedly taking your hand in his.

"Where?"

"Dunno, but as long as you're there, I'm sure we'll have fun," he said with wink, which made you giggle.

You nodded your head, "Okay, let's go."

He smiled at you, taking a quick moment to admire you before he whisked you away on some crazy adventure that you and him never wanted to end.

Okay you guys, so I watched
"Sid and Nancy"
and one thing led to another and I started listening to the Sex Pistols
and wellllll here we are.
I don't know about you guys, but I think Sid Vicious is the bomb.com.
And now Anarchy in the U.K.
Is permanently stuck in my head.
Okay I'll stop now.