we belong together // s.g

Three

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I quickly threw on a ripped Deep Purple tee that showed off my belly, along with ripped jeans that hugged my curves perfectly and I added my Doc Martins and flannel shirt to go along with it.

I rushed to the bathroom, adding a light coat of my favorite dark red lipstick. I flat ironed my hair and covered up the dryness with a quick draft of hair spray.

I was satisfied with the way my outfit had turned out, it made me feel more sophisticated and grown-up and I just knew that it would impress Stone.

I dialed his number by memory into my phone and surprisingly he picked up this time, like he had been expecting me.

"You ready?" He asked, making me giggle.
"Yes, I am." My smile spread across my face and touched my cheekbones.

"Alright. I'll be there in a few." He announced and the line on the other end went dead.

Stone arrived quickly and I began to wonder how close his house was to mine. The same red mustang was sitting in my driveway as it was the night he dropped me off. I hopped down the steps and joined Stone in the passengers seat of his car.

"Hi Miyala." My smile never faded once as I looked him deep in the eye.

"Hi Stone." I replied cheerfully, running my fingers purposely through my long, straight hair.

I noticed he was nervous, so I changed the subject.

"Who was that guy on the phone?" I asked, truly wanting an answer.

"That was my band mate, Eddie. He can be sort of a dick some times. I apologize for earlier." He laughed remembering the awkward conversation.

"You're in a band?" I beamed excitedly while yanking his arm like a crazy person.

Stone shook his head while answering, "Yeah. I was afraid to tell you because I knew it would interfere."

"Well it didn't. What are you guys called?" It was my turn to be the interviewer.

"Mookie Blaylock, but we're thinking about changing our name. We play a couple of local clubs some times. It's not that big of a deal really."
"It is a big deal. How many of you are there? Do you all live in the same house?" I was already fascinated with him, and now that I had found out he was in a band, I was even more latched.

"Listen, Miyala. Please talk to me because you truly like me and not because you just discovered that I'm in a band." His sudden snap caught me off guard and I slumped back down in my seat.

"I'm sorry. You just seem like a really interesting guy." I replied, folding my arms across my chest stubbornly.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want you to like me because I play guitar in a grunge band. I want you to like me for me." I suddenly felt where he was coming from and agreed to not talk so much about Mookie Blaylock for Stone's sake.

We soon arrived at a wooden, cabin-themed house isolated from all the others, and I could sense by the outside interior that the house held more than four bedrooms.

"Nice place." I commented as I hopped out the passengers seat.

"Be careful. My band mates may try to make smart comments, I wouldn't want you to get offended. They have been being jerks ever since I told them about you." He warned as we walked up the curb.