Jenlisa oneshot Book II

And I Want You

Please Don't Vote.

The sound of the loud bass coming from the amp echoed in my ear, my throat was dry and scratchy from singing along with the band. I was hot and sweaty and I was pretty sure the material of my shirt was glued to my skin. I knew I was gonna be fucking tired tomorrow at work. But in the end it would be worth it, because of her...

Lisa Manoban.

Watching her rock out on stage with her guitar, that thin layer of sweat on her brow. Being able to stand front row center and watch her fingers dance up and down the guitar, made my knees weak and my thoughts wander past a PG13 rating. The things I've dreamed about that man doing to me. I would endure the heat and fatigue that comes with late night shows to watch that quirky little smirk rise on her face as her eyes remained glued to me.

Determination kept me going. I wanted that man and it was evident, on several occasions, that she wanted me too. The sly glances she would pass at me from across the bar. The "accidental" touches as she passed by in the crowded bar.

Of the four boys in the band, Lisa was the one I was farthest away from. In the beginning our relationship never went past the simple "Hey great show tonight!" coupled with the polite "Thank you for coming tonight, Darlin'.". For the life of me I couldn't figure out why we never went past that. After the shows she always slipped away to the corners of the bars, mingling here and there with people she wouldn't remember. Whereas my relationship with the other three guys in the band went past those polite greetings, it went as far to receiving late night drunken phone call serenades. I loved those boys with everything I had, but it was Lisa that I wanted. Maybe it was the fact that Lisa had been so allusive which made me want her so bad.

I'll never forget the first time she talked to me, like actually talked to me. I was sitting at the bar, waiting for the boys, my boys, to come out after the show. I was nursing a Bud Light, itchin' for a cigarette but I didn't want to go outside, and risk the chance one of the other groupies (whom all hated me) would get to them first.

"Excuse me miss anyone sitting here?" her scratchy voice asked from behind me. When I turned in my stool and saw her beautiful blue eyes staring down at me, that quirky smile she always gave me from onstage plastered on her face, her hand was reaching towards the knot of her tie, loosening it up.

"No, go ahead." I picked up my beer, downing the last bit in one gulp.

Take deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Can I get you something to drink man?" The bartender asked her.

"Yeah can I get a Bud Light and..." I felt her fingers, calloused from the guitar strings, brush against my arm. "...you want anything, Lady?"

I smiled. Remain calm; keep your game face on.

"If you're offering..." I batted my eyelashes and turned to the bartender. "I'll take a shot of tequila."

"Oh, the hard stuff." Lisa turned to the bartender. "Make that two shots and another beer for the lady as well."

The bartender walked away with an all too knowing smile on her face.

"Another beer?"

"That a problem? You aren't leaving yet, are you?"

"Well no, but-"

"Then, a shot of tequila and a beer...on me."

"Well, thank you. It's very nice of you, Lisa."

"It's the least I can do. You're a die-hard supporter of the band; don't think I don't notice you."