I woke up the next morning still bundled in Eddie's arms. He was still sound asleep, and I just lied there, at peace with the universe.
Love should be peaceful, and it was with Eddie. My head was placed on his bare chest, and I could feel the life inside his heart.
I slowly took his arm off of me and just looked at how beautiful he was. His curly hair was all over the place, his expression light. The morning glow made him look like a god. And then he opened his eyes so gracefully.
"Wassupppp," he said tiredly.
He yawned and sat up in bed. He started brushing my hair behind my ear and smiled.
"Morning, beautiful," I told him.
"Shouldn't I be telling that to you?"
"Nah I think you're beautiful so I'll call you beautiful if I fucking want to!"
And we sat there staring at each other awkwardly and then started laughing together.
We got the rest of the boys up, and we all got ready and packed our shit. Then we headed downstairs to eat at the buffet.
"Ew, Violet, who the fuck eats grits?" Eddie told me.
We were in the buffet line getting food for our plates, and yes, I liked grits.
"Hey, guess what,"
"What?" Eddie asked.
I scooped up the spoon in the bowl and poured grits all over him.
He just stood there, astonished, and so were the rest of my brothers. I started to worry he was mad when out of nowhere I felt syrup being poured down my shirt.
"You fucking fuck-" I yelled,
"You would fuck me in a heart beat."
I realised the elderly people near us were watching us like were cavemen, but hey, the woman was probably a groupie in the 70s that had fucked Mick Jagger before.
Luckyyyyyyy.
"Nah."
He smiled, and bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make me horny or something.
And God, O' God it did.
But that's the thing about Eddie. He was incredibly respectful towards women and the only people he tried acting seductive for was the women he loved.
I feel like that's a real, genuine relationship.
And then he winked at me, grinning, and I felt immense lust I couldn't control.
I wanted him.
After breakfast we headed back to the tour bus to chill for a couple hours before performing in the Energy Solutions Arena.
So me and Eddie plopped down on the couch together watching TV.
Strangely enough, the first thing on was the news.
"Pearl Jam's opening band, Crescent Sun, has dropped their bass guitarist, Corey Gill, after he allegedly threw a liquor bottle at their lead singer/songwriter, Amanda Lowe. Otherwise known as "Violet." The young performer was sent to Salt Lake City hospital, where she received 17 stitches on her forehead. Corey Gill was sent to a drug ward late last night. Apparently Gill said the reason he threw the bottle was "because my girlfriend was cheating on me with Eddie Vedder." Lowe is expected to perform tonight with Pearl Jam's bassist, Jeff Ament, until they find another member. Fans are starting to call her a "skank" or "tramp." Lowe has not yet shared her side of the story, but will be interviewed by KSL after her show tonight. "
I realised that everyone was surrounding the TV, and they all just stood there, not knowing what to say.
I looked at Eddie who had tears rolling down his beautiful face.
"Oh Eddie, don't cry, it's okay,"
"You don't deserve it," he said, sniffling, "its not right. I'm sick of the hell you have to go through. I just want you to be okay,"
I hugged him and held him in my arms, like girlfriends should do. Men need comforting, too. I kissed his forehead and brushed my fingers along his head.
"I'm really sorry," Jordan said.
"I feel like you've been happier with Eddie, than you ever were with Corey," Donny told me.
"Yeah, don't worry about the media...the media can suck my ass," Mike said.
"We still love you," Dave muttered shyly.
"We always will," Stone smiled.
"It'll be okay soon." Jeff said.
Eddie picked his head up from my lap and looked me in the eyes.
"I promise I'll protect you from those attention loving fucks," he told me.
And then it was my turn to cry.
