"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: baby - donnie & joe emerson July 1984
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LAST NIGHT WAS eventful, to say the least. I went to the beach, I partied, I got in a fight with James, I madeout with James, I got caught making out with James.
Just the usual fun stuff, you know.
My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is a sight I've grown very fond of over the summer. James' blonde hair was messy and ruffled and his cheeks were tinted a brighter pink than usual. His lips are curled up in a smile and are plumper than they normally are during the day, and his light blue eyes almost look grey from the sunlight shining through the dark curtains of the room.
When he notices that I've caught him looking at me, he quickly darts his eyes away, burying his face in his pillow, causing his hair to fall over his face. I beam, not expecting this sort of shyness from James.
My hand reaches out to move a few strands away from his face so I could see him. After that, I tuck my hand under my cheek, taking in James in his sleepy state. "Hi."
"Hi."
I could've physically melted right then and there. I actually don't know how I didn't. His voice was so soft but sort of gruff since he had just woken up.
"How'd you sleep?" He croaks, trying to make conversation.
"Pretty good," I giddy, my cheeks turning a little pinkish. As much as I'd like to stay in bed with James, doing nothing but studying each others' faces, there are people waiting for us downstairs. I push the blanket off of my torso so that I can stretch comfortably, preparing myself to get the day started.
"Wow." I hear James snicker, his brows shooting up as I sit up to stretch. "I got you pretty good last night, didn't I?" He bellows, sitting up as well to move my hair and study the marks across my skin more thoroughly.
I take a glimpse down and see my collarbone littered with purple-ish-red marks. "Oh, fuck." I let out a laugh but I'm mostly worried that someone might point them out. I shoot James a playful glare and in return, I get a shrug and pursed lips as if he was innocent and hadn't done anything.
When I hear the faint sounds of people talking and laughing, I take that as my cue to start getting ready for the day. I get up and grab my hoodie that was laying on the chair. I bury my heated face in it, avoiding contact with James until I get to our shared bathroom.
