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The neon lights of the Los Angeles skyline buzzed faintly through the haze of 1985. The Scorpions were in town for a few weeks, finishing up tour preparations, and Matthias Jabs had somehow convinced Cherie Currie to join them for a night of unwinding at a quiet bar just off the Sunset Strip. It wasn't unusual; they'd been friends for years, always finding time to catch up when life allowed.
But tonight felt different to Matthias. Maybe it was the way Cherie's laughter seemed to linger in his ears, or how the light caught in her blonde hair, framing her like some ethereal figure from a dream. He'd spent too many late nights wondering how to tell her how he felt, and every time he chickened out. How could he risk ruining what they already had?
The bar was dimly lit, cozy in a way that made it feel like they were the only two people in the world. Empty glasses lined the table, evidence of a night slipping quickly into a blur of liquor and bold confessions. Cherie's cheeks were flushed, and Matthias couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the warm glow of the moment.
"You know," Cherie said, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity, "I've always wondered something about you."
Matthias raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his cool despite his heart pounding against his ribs. "Oh? And what's that?"
She leaned in, close enough that he could catch the faint scent of her perfume. "Why haven't you ever made a move on me?"
He blinked, caught completely off guard. "What?" he stammered, trying to laugh it off.
"I mean, come on," she continued, grinning as she took another sip of her drink. "We've known each other forever, and you're... well, you. And me? I think we'd make a pretty good pair."
Matthias's mouth went dry. Was she joking? Teasing him? Or was this real?
"Cherie," he began, unsure of where the words were going. "I... well, I didn't think you'd ever... I mean..."
She burst into laughter, and for a moment, he felt like an idiot. But then she reached across the table, her hand resting over his.
"I'm serious, Matthias," she said softly. "I've... I've had feelings for you for a while now. And if I don't say it now, I might never say it."
The world tilted slightly—though whether it was the alcohol or the sudden confession, Matthias couldn't tell. His pulse raced as he looked at her, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation, but all he saw was sincerity.
"You have feelings for me?" he repeated dumbly, his German accent thickening in his disbelief.
Cherie rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes, you idiot. I like you. A lot."
He laughed then, a deep, relieved sound that came from somewhere in his chest. "Well, that's good to know," he said, leaning closer. "Because I've been in love with you for years, Cherie."
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then she grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him into a kiss that was equal parts messy and electric. It was everything he'd ever imagined and more, her lips warm and soft against his, her fingers threading through his hair.
They barely noticed when the kiss deepened, his hands on her waist, pulling her closer until they were practically tangled together in their booth. The world around them faded, their laughter and soft murmurs filling the space between kisses.
That was, until the unmistakable sound of laughter broke through their bubble.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Klaus Meine's voice rang out, followed by a chorus of chuckles from the rest of the Scorpions, who had clearly just arrived.
Matthias froze, his face heating as he turned to see his bandmates grinning like a pack of schoolboys who'd just caught their friend with a crush. Cherie, to her credit, just laughed, resting her forehead against Matthias's shoulder as they both tried to compose themselves.
"Don't stop on our account," Rudolf teased, holding up his hands.
Matthias groaned, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. Cherie looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Guess the secret's out," she said, her voice full of amusement.
"Guess so," Matthias replied, kissing her again, completely unbothered by their audience.
The rest of the band whooped and hollered, but it didn't matter. For the first time, Matthias felt like everything was exactly as it should be.
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