Playing Hard To Get With Mr. Rocker

my dance with a douche.

                                                                           lila

 I led micheal on to the dance floor which was full of love struck idiots mindlessly steeping from side to side. while the guys shoved their tongues down their partner's throats.

 Michael placed his hands on my hips, and i reached my arms up to go behind his neck....  shrink a couple inches would ya.

"so..." I said as michael stared down at my feet. "hows the veiw?" I askedmaking a joke of his  trying not to step om my boots. he looked up and stared at me for a second .

"pretty nice" he said sliding his hands down to my ass.

I stopped and pushed him away. "not even a minute in and your already sprinting for second?" I said angrily placing my hands on my hips.

"I'm sorry Lila I just..."

"What kind of a whore do you think I am?"

"Lila that's not..."

"that's not what Michael? what you meant? dude don't even give me that shit, I snapped .

he looked slightly taken aback.

"Okay look. I understand that you get all thepussy you want at your rock shows but I'm not like that and if you EVER feel the need to touch my ass again lets just leave it at this... I hope you're no too attached to your balls caus I'll castrate you with my rusty old garden shears," I argued. it was at this moment that I realized every one was staring at me. my face turned, and I hit the ground running

....  Maan I need some pamprin.

  I walked into my music store out of breath and drenched in sweat... more running then I'd ever need in my life time.

I trudged up the stairs as I clung to the banister... at this rate I'll be arm crawling to my room. finally  I gave up and collapsed...god I need a gym mebership. I heard the door chime as someone walked in... please don't tell me that gerard way andpete wentz are going to tear down my CD rack.

i heard the foot steps near. I sat my self up. Michael walked up the stairs and sat next to me pressing the small silver key in my grasp ( must of fell out of my pocket when he was feeling me up)

we sat in silence fro several long moments before he spoke.

'Lila I'm sorry, I was way out of line," he said shame clear in his voice. well at least he apologized.

I took a deep breath my turn to apologize" I'm sorry I over reacted... mother nature fucked up my emotions, and I'm outta the magic pill."

"what?" he asked his eyes wide.

"I'm PMSing and I have no pamprin. idiot"

"wait THATS it... Thats the big reason why you're so pissy?"

I gave michael a glare that said  i was serious about the garden shears.

" well I 'm sorry... but I have something to ask." he said nervously.

"What?" I asked him trying to make up for my earlier out burst

"can I crash here for a while?"