House of Goths

Chapter 22

"So, what you're saying is that you're excited," Kell quipped, tapping Becky under the chin. Ever since he got home that afternoon, she'd been fluttering around him like a dizzy butterfly. He hadn't seen her this happy in days, and it did his heart a world of good.

"I can't help but be excited!" She giggled, clapping her hands together, watching as the Goths loaded the van up with their equipment. It was all so very interesting. So many parts and pieces. She was so looking forward to getting out tonight.

Watching her handsome Goths perform... could there be anything more exhilarating?

"Watch yourself, dormouse," Crispin said, sidestepping her with a guitar case in his hands.

"Sorry..."

"Just stand back a bit, Becky," Dorian reminded her. "Wouldn't want to clip you."

"All right, that's the last of it," Kell said, closing up the garage. "Everyone into the van." Coming at her, he picked Becky up, spun her around, and pretended to toss her into the back.

"Kelley!" Becky squealed with delight.

"Oops, sorry, thought you were one of our props." He laughed, righting her onto her feet.

Dorian hopped in behind the steering wheel. Circling around the back of the van, Crispin paused and glanced at Becky, giving her the once over.

"What?" She glanced at herself. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Seeing him quirk a curious eyebrow, Kell wondered the same thing. Other than the fact that she looked adorable in her little jersey dress, black tights, suede ankle booties on her feet, he didn't quite understand the reason behind Crispin's prolonged perusal.

"Best be making sure you've got proper ID," Crispin suggested, looking her over once more.

"Shit, I hadn't even thought of that," Kell said with a smile. It suddenly dawned on him that Becky didn't look a day over sixteen. "You do have ID, don't you, love?"

"I'm nineteen! I'm of legal age!" she stated with an indignant frown.

"We know that," Kell said with a sigh of relief. "But you still need ID."

"I suppose you're right," Becky said, following the Goth back into the house to retrieve her age of majority card.

On the drive over to the college bar where they were playing that night, Becky couldn't help but be super excited. The guys all looked so hot. They were handsome devils on a regular day, but tonight they looked incredible. Not only did they look awesome, they smelled yummy too, all wrapped up into an intoxicating blend of warm leather and black liquorice.

Sitting next her, Kelley, in his pseudo-military inspired Gothness was nothing short of stunning. The fact that he was in an extra affectionate mood, was an added bonus of pure joy as far as Becky was concerned.

"So, what do think, eh?" he said, giving her knee a playful, lingering squeeze.

"About what?" She giggled, staring at his great big hand on her knee.

"The big event!"

"Right, we'll be lucky if we make it through the first set," Crispin grumbled.

"Oh, suck it up, man." Dorian laughed.

"Well, I'll cheer for you," Becky said, reaching forward and placing her hand on Crispin's shoulder.

"Wonderful," he grumbled, "We have ourselves a cheerleader."

"Just as long as you cheer loudest for me," Kell said, drawing her back, and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Kell couldn't help himself. He was in an awesome mood. No doubt about it. After she'd shared her feelings with him that morning, he'd taken it all to heart.