Love Train

wolfmother

I grinned wildly as Andrew aimed for my last cup on the table. The look of concentration on his face with his tongue poking out the side of his mouth made me let out a snort of laughter.

I didn't really picture myself being so casual about this interaction but here we are. Me and Andrew Stockdale, the lead singer and guitarist of my favourite fucking band, playing beer pong with a bunch of jackasses. Once I got past meeting him (I literally jumped on him... thank fuck he thought it was really funny) it seemed so easy. We were all just ordinary people hanging out and having a good time.

Andrew straightened himself up and looked me dead in the eye, brows raised.

"Stop distracting me," He tried not to smile, "This is serious business. Fuck this up for me and you will pay."

Andrew gestured to Chris standing next to him who was raising his eyebrows and pretending to have someone in a head lock. I rolled my eyes and crouched down low so I was eye level with the top of the cup.

"Your move Stockdale." I grinned. 

"Yeah, your move Stockdale." Chris laughed. Andrew turned to look at him for a second, shook his head and then lined his shot up once again. 

He flicked his wrist once, twice-

"YOU'RE MINE!" 

I screamed loudly as I was lifted up from behind. Andrew ran around the table and placed the ball in the cup. I was carried over to one of the couches and sat down and Chris was not far behind with the cup sloshing around in his hand. 

I spotted my sheepish saboteur who was letting out a soft chuckle while pinning me back.

"You shit," I grinned at Johnny, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, "you made me lose."

"C'mon sweet heart; I'll let you win next round," He winked and I made an effort not to blush, "Now drink up."

"Here comes the airplane... MROWWWWW."

"Pontius," I stopped him. I reached for the cup and downed it one mouthful.

"I'll get you another one then," Johnny nudged me and I grabbed him as he went to get up.

"I'll come."

We walked out more awkwardly than I'd hoped. I watched from the corner of my eye Johnny's chucks walk closely next to me and counted each step, avoiding his eye contact. One of his hands was shoved in his pocket and the other was scrolling through his pink iPhone. I heard it ring for a second and he inhaled sharply before hanging up on them and placing it back in his pocket. I looked up briefly and he was chewing his lip, his eyes anxious.

It was none of my business and I wasn't going to ask.

We reached the room and I managed to find a bottle of vodka and Johnny sourced a pack of corona. As we went to walk out I heard Kristen talking and made a beeline to the source of the sound which was- a closet?

I grabbed the handle and went to twist it but froze when I heard the sound of another voice.

"Hey, that's Steve-O." Johnny murmured into my ear.

My breathing hitched as I felt him press against my back so he could listen in to what was going on within the closet. There was so much warmth radiating off of him and all I wanted was to turn around and absorb it.

"Oh my god, this is hilarious!" He whispered loudly.

I heard a soft moan come from behind the closed door and Johnny stifled a chuckle; a small hiss escaping his lips as he bit his tongue. I elbowed him in the stomach and he doubled over.