THE BIG DEAL: PART 2
It took someone else to get MY OWN story started, but at least the MCB is dead no more!
I hope you guys enjoy!
<3 Faren
Sweet walked into the room and Cherry pretended to be uninterested, hiding her appropriately red cheeks behind the latest issue of some bizarre World Music magazine.
"Ah! Just the Cherry I wanted to pluck!" Sweet laughed in her direction. Cherry bit her sweetly glossed bottom lip and lowered the magazine to her lap, looking up with one eye as if she couldn’t be bothered to tear her entire attention away from the reading material. "Look, Darling, I need to ask you a small favor." There was a small buzz of excitement in her body. "I've been feeling a little starved for attention and I'm craving a bit of female companionship. I'm sure a girl as good-looking as yourself can understand where I'm coming from and going with this."
Her heart seemed to stop for minutes at a time. She felt like she would explode. Was he really going to ask her what she thought he was?
"Oh y-yeah," she stammered, playing as cool as she could while the reality was that her blood was now surely boiling.
"I knew you'd understand. D'you think you could bunk in my room tonight?"
She thought she would choke on her tongue, but she refused to seem too eager. "Sure, Sweet. No problem. I understand having needs." She bit her lip trying not to grin at the suggestion.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down, my little pink-haired angel! I've been trying to get Blueberry Hill alone for days, but ol' Haze wasn't willing to give up his bed, so I guess I'll just have to give in and stay in here with her, and you can bunk in my room with him. I promise the snoring is tolerable. Much better than his bass-playing ability, mind you. But, if it gets on your nerves, I have earplugs in the drawer."
She thought her heart would burst like a grape in a wine vat, but it did not. Instead, she knew she would burst into tears at any second. "Haha. What are friends for, Sweet?"
"We're more than friends, Cherry-Berry." he said, putting his hand on her knee. She didn’t know whether to blush or cry. "We're bandmates!"
She let out a defeated laugh as Sweet rose to his feet. "Okay then. I'll just head back to my suite and pick up a few things while you gather whatever knick-knacks you need: pajamas, slippers, Malaysian pornography, shrunken heads. Whatever quirky little thing that you're into now. Thanks again, kid."
When the only sign that remained of the tall, blonde singer was the faint smell of booze and cologne, she closed her magazine and threw it at the door. More than friends she repeated in her mind. She wiped the smallest tear from the side of her nose and grabbed her big black bag adorned with small pairs of red cherries and chucked a few necessities into it.
”I understand having needs. Idiot. If anyone has needs it's me. I need to stop being a fool. I need to stop being in love with that. I need...ugh. I need that jerk to love me back."
I hope you guys enjoy!
<3 Faren
Sweet walked into the room and Cherry pretended to be uninterested, hiding her appropriately red cheeks behind the latest issue of some bizarre World Music magazine.
"Ah! Just the Cherry I wanted to pluck!" Sweet laughed in her direction. Cherry bit her sweetly glossed bottom lip and lowered the magazine to her lap, looking up with one eye as if she couldn’t be bothered to tear her entire attention away from the reading material. "Look, Darling, I need to ask you a small favor." There was a small buzz of excitement in her body. "I've been feeling a little starved for attention and I'm craving a bit of female companionship. I'm sure a girl as good-looking as yourself can understand where I'm coming from and going with this."
Her heart seemed to stop for minutes at a time. She felt like she would explode. Was he really going to ask her what she thought he was?
"Oh y-yeah," she stammered, playing as cool as she could while the reality was that her blood was now surely boiling.
"I knew you'd understand. D'you think you could bunk in my room tonight?"
She thought she would choke on her tongue, but she refused to seem too eager. "Sure, Sweet. No problem. I understand having needs." She bit her lip trying not to grin at the suggestion.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down, my little pink-haired angel! I've been trying to get Blueberry Hill alone for days, but ol' Haze wasn't willing to give up his bed, so I guess I'll just have to give in and stay in here with her, and you can bunk in my room with him. I promise the snoring is tolerable. Much better than his bass-playing ability, mind you. But, if it gets on your nerves, I have earplugs in the drawer."
She thought her heart would burst like a grape in a wine vat, but it did not. Instead, she knew she would burst into tears at any second. "Haha. What are friends for, Sweet?"
"We're more than friends, Cherry-Berry." he said, putting his hand on her knee. She didn’t know whether to blush or cry. "We're bandmates!"
She let out a defeated laugh as Sweet rose to his feet. "Okay then. I'll just head back to my suite and pick up a few things while you gather whatever knick-knacks you need: pajamas, slippers, Malaysian pornography, shrunken heads. Whatever quirky little thing that you're into now. Thanks again, kid."
When the only sign that remained of the tall, blonde singer was the faint smell of booze and cologne, she closed her magazine and threw it at the door. More than friends she repeated in her mind. She wiped the smallest tear from the side of her nose and grabbed her big black bag adorned with small pairs of red cherries and chucked a few necessities into it.
”I understand having needs. Idiot. If anyone has needs it's me. I need to stop being a fool. I need to stop being in love with that. I need...ugh. I need that jerk to love me back."