There's No Place Like Home (Marianas Trench / Josh Fiction)

Part 10

AN: This is a fairly long chapter. Sorry it took so long to post. It took awhile to write. Hope you like it.

Part 10:

I close my eyes and drift off, images of Isabelle’s smiling face dancing in my mind. I’m taken back to that day that I asked her to be my girlfriend again. She hadn’t given me an answer before I was abruptly called to the stage. “GOOD-NIGHT EDMONTON”  I yell into the mic, as the four of us bow and wave to the cheering crowd, at the end of the set. Izzy had been at the side of the stage the whole show, dancing, jumping, singing along and taking pictures. I couldn’t help but laugh when she almost took Brett out, as he was getting one of Matt’s guitars ready, with one spectacular spin.  She was waiting for me in the hallway, as we walked off stage, a towel in her hand and a smile that would light up the darkest night on her face. My already adrenalin surged heart started beating even faster as I got closer. I had fallen in love with this girl in the ACDC t-shirt. This girl that I was only seeing in person for the second time in as many months; no, I had fallen in love with her at the top of that Mountain the second our eyes met. “Awesome Show!” she exclaims as she tosses me the towel, when I stop in front of her. I wipe my face and then hang the towel around my neck “Hey why is he so special that he gets his towel delivered? Where’s Mine?” Ian says putting his arm around her shoulder and looking back at me, pulling a face that I can’t really describe accurately, sort of a scrunchy laugh sneer thing. I feel a twinge of jealousy, that he is so close to her; but Izzy giggles and shrugs him off, her eyes locked with mine “I kinda have a thing for the Big Dumb-ass! I didn’t want to get all sweaty when I did this.” She steps forward, standing on her tiptoes, grabs each end of the towel and pulls me forward crashing her lips into mine in a mind blowing kiss. My eyes close as our lips begin moving in sync; I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her tight against me. Her hands slip off the towel and slide over my shoulders; where her fingers start to softly play with the moist hair on the back of my head.  The wonderful thrill that went up and down my spine, from her touch, now this was how I wanted to be welcomed off stage forever.  “Get a Room!” Mike declares as he moves past us bumping his shoulder into mine, I stagger forward a little but our lips never part. Ian’s laugh “Josh prefers to Grope Girls in Public don’t you remember.”   I move my hand away from her back for a moment to give him the finger as my lips continue to move with hers. “Now That’s Talent! He didn’t even break contact and he told you off. We should bow to the Master.” Mike laughs I open one eye and see the two of them standing in front of the dressing room door bowing, their one arm doing that little wave thing as they lean forward. I struggle not to laugh, I didn’t want to break this kiss.

Once we are alone I reluctantly pull back, and lean my forehead against hers.  I smile as she gives me a disappointed pout. Damn she is so cute. “So do I get my answer now?” I ask hopefully. She sucks on her lower lip before playfully saying “Answer to what?” I can’t help but think *Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be, well two can play at that game* as I reply “The question I asked you before I went on stage. You know?” I can tell she is stifling a giggle as she throws her head back and sweetly states “I don’t know what you are talking about?” I smile and chuckling a little reply “The one I where I asked you if you...were ticklish?” a grab her by the waist, pulling her close and start to tickle her. I don’t know why I did it, it just seemed like the thing to do. She starts laughing so hard, she can’t catch her breath “J...josh... stop... it...” she tries to get out while swatting at my hands. “Not until you answer my question.” I command “O..Ok...Okay... J-j-just stop.” She manages to gasp. I stop and look down at her, she is smiling broadly, her chest heaving to get a good breath. I brush a stray hair from her face, and tuck it behind her ear, her breathing steadies and she answers “YES!” I wanted to do a Happy Dance but instead I leaned in and kissed her again. Fireworks exploding in my head, as I held her tight. We walk arm in arm into to dressing room about 5 minutes later the guys all start making kissy noises like a bunch of grade schoolers, I glance over at Izzy to see her face turn a wonderful shade of crimson. I would see her blush a few more times that night.