Burning desire

Mackenzie|11

It's our third consecutive week on the studio and I've found actually easy to be around the boys. Turns out they take it seriously and are still as creative as they were.

Since the thing that happened with me and Steven on the first day, we've thread lightly around each other, only interacting when it was extremely necessary, when we weren't stealing glances across the room. But I've decided to act like what happened that day didn't happen.

Well, so far we have two great songs 'groupie' and 'cigarette daydreams', turns out we still work well together, and I really am hoping to make the best album with them.

"Jordan, I'm out. You coming?", I yell from the kitchen. Jordan is taking a ride with me to college, we both study fashion business so it's easier to drive together. "I'm coming", she yells back.

Lisa is sitting on the counter texting. She's been acting weird lately, but I'll talk to her about it later.
Jordan comes after me in the kitchen and off we go. "Bye liss", I hug my friend and she asks, "are you going to the studio again today?"
"Yeah, will probably come home later. Why? Everything okay?", I ask worried. She looks distressed but flashes me a tense smile. "Yes, everything's fine. Have fun. Love you girls"

I look at Jordan with my eyebrows raised and she returns the same worried look. Something is wrong. But seeing our faces, Lisa scowls at us and just say, "it's nothing for Christ's sake. Now leave you two". Okay, same old Lisa.
We bid our goodbyes and finally stroll out of the house.

"So, how has it been? The studio sessions? You seem so full these days we haven't had the chance to talk", Jordan asks as soon as we get in my car.
"It's been great actually", I say with a smile, "the boys are really hard workers and it's good to be around them, I've missed this" she looks at me thoughtful, and I know the next question before she even asks.

"What about Steven? How is it?" How is it? I mean, it isn't as painful as I thought it would be. He is still Steven, but more like my friend Steven, not the love of my life StEvEn. It's like we were before, and he is fun to be around, but I can't forget about what he did.
"It's not that hard. But I don't know. It shouldn't hurt anymore. It's pathetic", I shake my head, but Jordan just squeeze my hands over the console

"It's not pathetic sweetheart, and if I got it right, you two loved each other with burning passion and you never got closure. I can only imagine how hard it must've been for you to see him suddenly after two years. You have all the reason to be hurt", wow. I never took Jordan for wise, she has always been the party animal and I think I misjudged her. But she is opening up and she is being a great friend.

"Thank you Jordan. For everything, you've been the best I could ask for, really", I squeeze her hands and give her a smile before coming back to the streets, "oh, would you like to come by the studio today? A certain blonde has been asking me about you", I wiggle my eyebrows at her in a mocking way and she just laughs waving me off

"Okay, maybe I'll pass by", she tells me with a smile, "now, eyes on the road grandma", i scowl at her and we start laughing.

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"Okay, from the beginning, first verse.", we've been having a hard time coming up with the lyrics for the next song, it doesn't help that Peter is here recording our studio session and Steven can't focus because he won't stop shooting death glares at my friend. CHILD.

I honestly can't get his behavior. He was the one who left me. He was the one who acted like an asshole a couple of nights ago when we met. He was the one who seemed extremely bother by my presence. So why the actual fuck is he acting like that?

They start playing, but I just can't seem to focus either into writing. Aahhh gosh.
"Again", I yell, with my notebook on my lap. They start and all of sudden the lyrics come "'I've been a liar, been a thief, been a lover, been a cheat. All my sins need Holly water feel them washing over me' YES I GOT IT", I yell and they all stop playing and rushing for me to tell them the lyrics. The boys continue playing, mumbling the first verse and trying to give me more creativity.