She's a Rockstar, I'm a Player, What a Relationship

Chapter 2

Hey you guys (:  I just wanna say thanks for reading all the way up to here.  The story will get really spicy here, but again, I’m NOT a guy.  I am writing this in a guys POV, so  hope you like it.  I tried to sound like one, but don’t think I did that great. 

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My eyes flew open from the sound of my phone buzzing in my pockets.  How the hell did I get in my room?   I tried to picture the night before, but the only thing that came up was a blur image of a sexy girl.  God, I must be dreaming.  I picked up my phone that had a piece of torn paper on it and answered to the call.

“Hello?”

“HEY MAN!”  It was Oliver.  My drunk, weird, and crazy friend.

“Hey, what happened last night?”

“Dude, you were seriously wasted!  And you told me that you were gonna drive me home.  Ya right!  I was the one the ended up doing that.”

Oliver was laughing his as* off, while I listened to him act gay over the call.

“Man, shut up!  I got to go.  I have to get breakfast.” 

“What are you talking about?  It’s like, 4 in the afternoon!”  I looked at the time and Oliver was right.  Oh sh*t.  Where the hell were my parents?

                Oliver was to busy laughing, so I hung up the phone on him.  I was still dressed in the same old clothes I was in last night, and my mouth tasted weird.  My hair was sticky from the back, which was probably sweat, and I felt just plain dirty.  I threw my jacket off, and went to the bathroom for warm shower. 

                When I finished, I felt refreshed, and ready for another day.  But I felt as if I was forgetting something really important.  What ever it was, I don’t think it really matters.  I wiped away that thought, and stripped out of my towel, throwing on a fresh new pain or black jeans, and a half sleeve white t-shirt.  I ran out of my room, and went downstairs for a quick snack. 

                When I opened my fridge, there was a note.  Inside apparently.

I knew this would be the first place you would go to honey. J

I’m out for to a whole day party.  I’m sorry for not being home on a Saturday.  We’ll be back around 11 pm, so be bed around at that time.  Be safe Travis.  Xoxo- Mom

                I tossed the note aside, not caring about a single word that was written inside, and grabbed left over lasagna from the fridge, and got two scoops out.  I drank a whole glass of water, and then finished my plate of food.  I was ready for the rest of the day, so I ran upstairs to grab my sneakers.

                When I took a last look at my messed up room, I saw that last piece of paper which fell from Oliver’s call.  I picked it up, and there was an address, a number, and a girl’s name.  Violet.  Oh ya!  That pretty, good dancing, nice kissing girl.  I completely forgot about that, but on the corner of the paper was a time to pick her up.  5:00pm.

                Damn!  I’m so stupid, I had like 15 minutes.  I grabbed my keys, and ran out the door.  My car was parked in the driveway which meant that Oliver must have dropped it off while I was wasted and sleeping.  I owed him one.  So I had 15 minutes to find this girl, her house, and drive her to the movies.  Big problem.

                I looked around the neighborhood, and found the address.  House number 1718.  It was in the corner of the block.  I had to remember that.  I got out of the car, and ran towards the door.  Violet, I was reserved for you, hope you haven’t for like how I did.  I smiled and knocked on the door.  One knock was enough, and she had her door wide open.  And there she stood.  Inviting me to her body.