He lifts his hand, slowly tracing his fingers up her arm until they reach her face leaving goosebumps and a warm trail behind. Then he moves just his pinky finger across her cheekbone, dragging along until he pulls the stray strands of hair behind h...
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October 15th 2012
Tommie sighs as she drops herself down onto the old crooked chair at the table, rubbing between her brows, her glasses on top of her head. George looks up from his laptop where he's working on a demo and Ross glances from the work he's looking over.
"What's wrong?"
She shrugs, drawing shapes into the wooden table, stained with cups rings and cigarette burns, "Just... long day."
"Tell me about it." Ross mutters, adjusting his glasses on the edge of his nose.
"Hey, how come us two are the only ones with jobs and you three get to roam around all day doing nothing."
George pauses looking up, "Us three are making music."
She shrugs, "Ross and I make the music too, I help with lyrics, he does bass all alone."
Ross nods quickly, "Yeah, we go to work, slave away all day, then come home to have to put up with you lot."
"Yeah." She echos, nodding as they both sit side by side staring at George across the table.
"Well, look at it on the bright side, we have a month before the album is finished, then a further two months until it's out, then we're touring for months, you two can quit and live off the money of the people."
The pair slowly look at each other, "Three months?"
"Yes."
"If any old ladies come in and shout at me the way they did today, I'm quitting on the spot."
"Okay."
"If she quits, I quit."
"Then we won't have an income."
"We'll sell pictures." Ross shrugs.
She nods, "Of our feet."
George rolls his eyes, trying to hold back his grimace, "Just, three months. Okay?"
She nods slowly, "Okay."
Ross subtly high fives her under the table, as if they didn't plan this over text ten minutes before she got home.
Out of the five living in the house they're the only two left working, Matty and George quit almost two months ago, and Adam, a week ago so he could start focusing on helping with the last bits of the album.
Right now, both Adam and Matty are going over the new album design with an artist and Jamie, who has now taken on the role of manager for the band.
"When'd you get that?"
She looks down at her arm, the new tattoo staring back at her, it's a little pair of cowboy boots.
"Yesterday. Roddy and I got bored."
"How many is that?"
"Nine."
She looks across her arms taking note of the little ones she can see, a quote from her poetry book, 'I love you, don't you mind?. Arctic Monkeys humbug logo, an old vintage looking frame on her left arm, the exact same spot that the box sits on her right just above her 'the 1975' tattoo. She also has a 'the strokes' logo on her left arm, 505 on her wrist, with three little stars on her waistline, dipping just below her underwear.
