"Diane!" The redhead watched the blonde slip into the elevator, where she was moments before, when Pat called her attention from the reception desk. "Jesus christ ..." Taylor whispered rolling his eyes as the doors closed in front of Diane, interrupting their gazes. "Foxy, can't you hear anymore?" This time Dave screamed as he ran over to his friend and left all the bags to Pat. In the meantime, Izzy stood on the sidelines near the lobby phone booth, continuing to smoke her cigarette. She shook her head, turning to her friends who she greeted with one of her best smiles. She opened her arms, welcoming the singer between them and let him take her in his arms. "We missed you so much, especially since we haven't eaten anything healthy at home for months." Pat joined the two, placing a hand on her best friend's shoulder before hugging her. "I think I saw Izzy over there in the shadows. I can't stand that guy." Snorted the guitarist, rolling his eyes before going to call the elevator. "Where's Nate?" She asked, trying to ignore the guitarist's comments. "He will arrive tonight, he had to fix something with the Sunnys so he would be leaving Seattle at 5pm, I think?" Dave announces looking at the clock on the wall, then shrugs.
Diane let her friends go to their respective rooms to join Izzy with a broad smile on her lips. "Hey, Goddess." He greeted her, and she wrapped her arms around the boy's neck before kissing him passionately, a kiss that the guitarist returned by caressing her hips. "I've missed you." She announced trying to take off his glasses but the other one dodged her touch, letting her know he wanted to keep them on. "I missed you too, so much." He whispered, holding her further to him. "Do you want to go up to the room?" Izzy nodded, took her hand and let her lead him around the hotel.
"Hey, D. Did you talk to Diane?" The blond asked to his group mate, stopping the movements of his sticks, by now he had been drumming restlessly for a good 10 minutes. "No, Hawkins. I didn't have a chance ... why?" The singer retorted as he continued to write the setlist for the next day. "I don't know, she looks like she walked away for no reason..." The drummer put a drumstick in his hair, scratching his head lightly. "Don't you think it was for the article published in People with that photo on the cover?" - "What do I have to do with what the newspapers write?" Dave looks up from the table just to look at him with a "Really?" Expression. "When I was on tour with Alanis, I tried to call your house at least twice a week, never got an answer except from Pat." He announced by placing his drumsticks on the coffee table, then he wrap his hands as he stood with his elbows on his legs. "I don't know what to tell you, man." Dave spreads his arms, holding the pen on one side and the sheet of paper on the other. "Maybe you should just talk to her." The blond nodded, looking down at the coffee table again to pick up his Marlboros and thelighter. "Wish me well." - "Fuck, you need it."
Taylor was about to knock on the door of room 444, his old friend's room, when he heard an isolated moan from the suite. After a few seconds, he didn't even realize what he was about to do and knocked anyway, three sharp knocks that caused another moan from behind the door. "Who is it?" He cursed himself on the spot when he heard the redhead's voice come closer and closer to the entrance. "It's me... It's Taylor." The drummer put his hand through his hair, more embarrassed than ever by the situation that arose in front of him as soon as the door was opened: Izzy Stradlin was sitting at the end of the bed, shirtless, intent on lighting a cigarette, while the redhead stood in front of him, barefoot, with a shirt that did not belong in his closet, surely it must have belonged to the guitarist in the room. "Hey, can I help you?" Diane asked as she leaned her head against the beige door. "Because if it isn't import-" - "Yes, it really is. Can you walk with me? I'd like to talk to you." She shook her head, looking at the blond as if he were an alien. "No, Taylor. I can't, I'm actually in the middle of something here." She pointed to her boyfriend who continued to smoke, this time moving slowly towards the balcony of the suite. "Really, Diane?" He whispered, moving closer to the girl so that the third one would not hear them. "Really, Taylor. You can't come here and expect me to screw the time with my boyfriend who, for your information, decided to surprise me by coming to the UK just to see me." The singer spat at him in one breath, leaving the drummer more and more thrilled. "Boyfriend?" He repeated, remaining with his mouth open in astonishment. "Yeah, it's a shame People magazine didn't reserve the front page for my relationship. "Taylor sensed all the bitterness and disappointment in her now ex-friend's words, not knowing what to answer." If you want to excuse me now, I'd like to spend some time with my him."
The drummer was really looking bad and the streets of Manchester, as well as the gray sky, did not help his darker thoughts. Leaving Los Angeles with the best of intentions, now seemed to be no way out. He really wanted things to go smoothly with Diane, he was really fond of that girl, especially after spending the night together following the meeting with Tommy. Oddly, the images of those few hours spent at his home in Laguna were more than vivid in the blond's head. They were the only memories, along with Diane, to which he could cling, the only ones that were "lucid" at least. Entering a dead end, he started to lean against the wall to pull out his nearly empty coke bag, but was distracted by two hidden figures not far from him. Squinting as if to focus, he noticed that one of them was the guitarist buzzing around Diane. He saw him exchanging money with the other boy, some English punk, before hiding some little bags in his pockets. Taylor smiled broadly and, before finishing the contents of his envelope, approached the guitarist only when he was left alone. "Hey ... I'm not following you." He put his hands out, lifting them in mid air and staying at a distance from Izzy who looked at him with an expression between confused and annoyed. "What do you need?" He asked him with an almost finished cigarette between his lips. "Your contact, I've none left and I don't want to inhale shit." He briefly explained with a shrug. "Inhale?" The other laughed and in the meantime looked up at the sky. "This isn't coke, Taylor." He showed him the bags with its contents in full view and Taylor felt the blood freeze in his veins. "Oh... sure, sorry. I thought..." - "I can still turn over the contact, maybe he'll have that too." The guitarist winked at him, putting his latest purchase back in his pockets before adjusting his jacket. "No, thanks. I think I'll call some friends in the area. No problem."
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KISS THE RING ☆ Taylor Hawkins
Fanfiction"She's a red headed woman with a cigarette and evil in her eyes, she's a red headed woman with a cigarette that's her clever disguise." - Samson, Regina Spektor. LA, mid 90s. Diane Larkin is the lead singer of Garbage who, after a rather eventful li...
