IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning...
[2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]
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Clothes were strewn into a duffle bag at her feet. Cd player, tambourine, amber oil, La Perla bra, trapper hat, leather journal, rose quartz. All the essentials she would need for six months on the road. She had never been away from home, but the second Julian had asked her to come on tour with them she was ready to put all of that aside. They had spent every second of the last three weeks together, getting to know each other's bodies and catching up after a year apart. Stella, ever so easy to swoon, was convinced it was fate and it only took a whisper and a kiss to get her to join.
Courtney was out at an event; Frances was fast asleep in her bed. Chaos reigned their household, but it was eerily still that night. Stella sifted through the mess in her room scouring for anything she may want to take with her. Her eyes landed on the stuffed cat she slept with, Marie, but she quickly imagined how stupid she'd look snuggling with it next to him. In all honesty, she was nervous and tired and exhilarated all at the same time. Her mind spun at a rapid pace not knowing what to do next. Pacing herself, a deep breath escaped her lungs as she grabbed her final accessories and zipped up her bag.
Julian smoked a cigarette and leaned against his mustang waiting for her to wrap up. The city that never slept seemed to flutter its eyelids. He was certainly half awake, yawning as he looked up at the dimly lit window of the brownstone. It seemed unreal he was standing in front of the Cobain household, its ruins if anything, when just years ago he'd learned to play the guitar with her father's chords. Sometimes he felt as if he was only interested in the obscure legacy, to try and figure her out like a puzzle with a couple of missing pieces. The guilt inebriated him to an extent, but he sobered up when her shirt was coming off over her head. Had it been any other girl he would've looked away. But Stella was a guiding light that he just couldn't put out. The mystery was the lead in. Her touch was the bite. What had started out as a bet had shifted into something else a long while ago and neither of them knew what it was.
Stella cringed as the door creaked and closed, she tediously walked down the enormous hallway that swallowed her in darkness. Only France's nightlight guiding her to her mother's room where she left a note on the nightstand.
"Don't worry, I'm safe. Call me tomorrow, I won't be gone long. Take care of Fran. Okay?"
Courtney had fallen back into her old ways again. Her drinking had become heavier and the more she got invited to events, the later she was out. Frances only had her sister and nanny to rely on which had made Stella reconsider taking Julian's opportunity. She stood in front of her room, her little handprints painted on the door. Her big sister's eyes drooped in a soft sadness. The lines on her forehead became prominent, her frown deepening the corners of her mouth. She stepped inside the room as the lullaby machine played a soft tune. Frances slept soundly, her thin blonde hair cascading over her face as she held onto a small plush animal. Stella sighed to herself and leaned down to move the hair from her face. Planting a gentle kiss onto her forehead, "I love you." She murmured as the young girl stirred. With heavy feet, she dragged herself out of the room and downstairs.
His head perked up like a dog as the front door opened, cigarette butt flying out from between his fingers. A sly smile teased his lips as he watched her exit with two duffels, "You're the most extra person I've ever met." She rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle, "I have needs." They shared a chaste kiss on the sidewalk before he shoved her bags in the backseat. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slid into the passenger seat, the soft buzzing of the radio lulling her. The soundwaves seemed to melt into nothing only the sound of the host murmuring the time; 4:00. The slam of the door jolted her awake, "Sleepy?" he chuckled at her demise. Stella nodded with a sheepish grin at being caught falling asleep.
When they arrived at the studio, the bus was waiting outside with the guys already there. Nikolai was the first to catch a glimpse of them, chuckling softly to himself and shaking his head. "He's so whipped. I can't believe him." He murmured to Albert who sipped on a Redbull, rubbing his eyes. He snickered, "Jesus Christ, he's been so insistent about this chick. Let's see how long they last hey?" Julian carried one duffel and wrapped his free arm around her, she carried the other one in her hand as he whispered into her ear, "I know you haven't hung around much but I promise they're chill." She waved with a shy purse painted on her lips as they approached the others. "Hey Notre Dame." Fabrizio smiled remembering their initial interaction, "Long time no see." Stella chuckled softly, nervously. "Hey, yeah long time no see." Their warmth helped adapt her a bit to the new environment, slowly but surely she'd become an integral part of their everyday life.
The second they climbed on the bus, Stella's eyelids fluttered as her head slowly slumped onto Julian's shoulder and the rest was history.
