He does it so well

Miss Model?

(just picked a random guitar to say!!)

I had got back from a modelling job, before heading up to the hospital to see Lylah. Right now i looked a bit too dressed up to go to a hospital but luckily i brought a change of clothes.

The modelling job was for a new guitar which was meant to be released in 2 weeks. A cherry red gibson SG, which meant i had to team with the theme. Red lipstick, my hair basically styled the same as how Priscilla Presley would style hers -that iconic beehive- a pair of black shorts on top of tites and a red noodle tank top with a v cut at the neck. Slung over that was my leather blazer. I could see the looks from the corner of my eyes and people pointing, honestly not sure if it was in a good way or not. I strutted towards the main entrance of the hospital door in the black platformed knee high heels, which made an awfully loud click and clack on the hard floor.

I returned to Lylahs room upon the sight of Jane as Roger came out of nowhere behind me.

"Woah.. you look interesting, but hot?" Roger hesitated as he stared at me.

"I personally think she looks great. She totally could be a woman in rock. Especially in that band you used to play in, remember?" Jane exclaimed.

"Jane don't-" i whined.

"Hm? What was it? The- the pistols was it?" she laughed as i threw my hands in the air sighing.

"You were in a band? What did you play!?" Roger and Lylah both questioned as i sat down crossing my leg over the other, shaking it slowly.

"I started on drums but then moved to guitar. i was like 16 then anyway so.." i sighed as i passed Lylah a donut and coffee i had gotten on the way up. To be honest i hadn't properly said hello to Roger. I stood up and walked towards him planting a kiss on his cheek leaving a red stain of lipstick before pulling him into a hug.

"Listen. Your not going to believe it, but..we've gotten ourselves a record deal! If all goes well we might tour the states Elle. This is huge!!" Roger shouted excitedly before slumping into the chair as i sat next to him.

"Yeah. And i've just got a modelling job, for that new guitar! I'm definitely going to buy it when it comes out. The pictures were taken for it just they need to shoot the television ad now, which is simply amazing!

"Just it's in new york.." i informed everyone as i closed my purse awkwardly.

"Well that's great news isn't it? Why did you hesitate on the last sentence?" Lylah questioned confused as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well i suppose. I've still got three weeks yet i guess. The guitar doesn't drop in the states for another month, but the Uk, in 2 weeks!" i sighed as i pulled my clothes out from the bag sitting on the floor.

"Lylah i'm gonna throw these on, is that door a bathroom?" i asked pointing towards the small door in the corner of the hospital room.

"Yeah. The locks a bit fiddly just wiggle it about a bit and it should pop shut!" she replied pointing at the door.

I got up and made the few steps towards the door. Lylah was ever so right about the lock. It was like playing a game of table football, i had to keep pulling and sliding back and forth.

Though i managed to finally shut it, i unfolded the clothes and threw them on. It was only a black leather skirt and halter top, classy yet casual! My makeup was still black and smokey around my eye with the red lipstick. As long as i was comfy i was fine. I neatened the beehive in my hair up slightly as i opened the door again.

Hours had passed of us chatting and laughing, making jokes and playing cards. It was getting late again whcih meant me and Roger should leave.

"It's bloody freezing where's your jacket?" Roger shivered scrunching his face up.

"Shit. Jacket. Right it's back in the hospital room." i flung my hand to my forehead, " I'm certainly not going up there again! I'll get it next week." i sighed opening the car door. Me and Roger got in as i quickly revved the engine speeding away to where the band was staying. Roger was smoking a cigarette before pulling up as i took it to finish off.

Roger opened the door pushing his arm forward signaling "ladies first". I dragged myself into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee which was taking forever may i add! Needless to say, i span round to the bathroom, taking my hair out and brushing it down. I couldn't be arsed with the makeup yet i was just going to do it later, before i go to bed.

I walked back to the kitchen stirring my coffee as a pair of hand snaked around my waist, before nuzzling into my neck.
Of course it was roger.

I giggled lightly placing my hand around his head as he lifted it up slowly.

"Why aren't you in bed?" i laughed lightly again before kissing his cheek. He didn't even reply to me, he flung me around and pushed me onto the side (countertops) before kissing me again.
His hand gripped on to my thigh, under my skirt, slightly as i held the back of his head.

Now i was down for making out in the kitchen. But what The drummer was hinting to? Definitely not. I was not having sex in the kitchen. Absolutely not!

i flung myself forward into his arms before breaking the kiss,
"And im pretty sure that's what the bedrooms for. Not. the kitchen, meddows." i laughed as he carried me to the bedroom where it took off from there.

Never in a million years did i, Michelle Stonem, think i'd be having sex with a Rockstar practically every night, but there was something more to this Rocker than sex..

We both lay on the bed breathless, me, in my underwear and Roger? No idea but he was under the covers so that was good with me.

"Open the wardrobe." Roger laughed out of nowhere.

"Why?" i asked

"Just open it!" he asked again smirking.

I stood up walking towards the wardrobe in my bra and panties as i opened it to the guitar -which hadn't dropped yet- i was modelling for sat in the corner.

"How? When?" i was breathless i really wanted the guitar.

"Pulled a few strings. I got it for you last week. Play it" he smirked sitting up as i picked up the guitar pick playing a guitar solo from black sabbath.

"Woah. I think the fact your in your underwear makes it even better if i'm honest with you!" he laughed as i put it down climbing back into bed with him.

"I love you Roger. I promise i do."

"Don't be soppy Miss model."