The Punk Rocker

Suprise

Evie chucked her bag down on Michael's bed. It was Friday and she would be sleeping here tonight, having told her father she was at Bree's. thinking about it, she'd sort of missed Bree and Freda, they were so silly sometimes and such a laugh and she missed the girl time. She turned to Michael, who was standing near the wall with a cream-white electric bass guitar slung around his shoulders, plucking the strings with a guitar pick. She remembered the conversation with her father;
"Do you mind if I sleep at Bree's tomorrow night?"
"Why the fuck would I care? You only annoy me here, go the fuck ahead."
"Thanks dad!" She had forced a smile, as his words caused a pang in her heart even after years of this treatment.
"Just don't get inter anythin' stupid. I aint paying no hospital bills." He said, voice gruff and deep.
"Yes dad. Thankyou again!" She exclaimed as she ran off.
She was going to have fun away from that bastard. Just for one night.
Michael continued to play with his bass guitar, and his style was excellent. He had great finger co-ordination from the guitar playing and could come up with more complicated bass riffs then alot of bassists. A guitar looked really good in his hands, the fact he could play made him about ten times sexier to her. Then again, most people look better if they can play a musical instrument. She smiled at him and said,
"You know, that bass looks hot on you."
"Yeah baby, you want some don'tcha? !" He smirked big headedly. This caused an odd tugging, twisty feeling in the pit of her stomach and butterflies beat their metaphorical wings inside her chest. She felt the heat creep up her cheeks in a blush.
"Ohh did I make somebody blush?" Michael asked. He pulled the guitar over his head and put it up into the wall stand.
"Piss off." She murmered so quietly it was nearly a whisper, but he heard; spinning on his heel, he stepped towards her slowly. He was so close she could feel his hot breath fanning across her ear and cheek. His proximity made her feel both a little bit uncomfortable and quite honestly very turned on all at the same time.
"Oh babe you don't want me to do that. You want this." And with that he leaned down and pressed his delicious pair of lips against hers, his tongue begged entrance and she submitted, allowing him to properly pash her. It was magical. All that exsisted was him and her, and as she felt his tongue against her own, his lips upon her lips, and drank it all in, she felt intoxicated. Michael pulled away from the burning kiss, leaving her craving more. His big hands rested modestly upon her hips, but the contact sent sparks between them like no other sensation she had ever felt. She was addicted to his everything. His smell, touch, his looks... his taste. And Evie had a burning desire for more.

Sorry this is super short, it's only part one of the chapter. Really tired right now and it's midnight and I have school in the morning. Hope you enjoy what I have to offer and I will have the next bit up tomorrow.
Cheers love you all!