Nothing Like Us

chapter 6

"Man get the fuck away from the table before you clear this whole club out." Tay complains, pushing me aside as I attempt to scratch and fuck with the crossfader simultaneously.

"Fuck that!" I laugh "I'm killin' this shit!"

"Yeah shit is exactly what it is..." he yells out over the beats he is now expertly spinning "Face it Justin, you can't DJ."

I roll my eyes and grab my drink, pretending I'm going to purposely spill it on him "You got me wishin' I didn't know the DJ right now dick."

He waves me away and leans into the mic, excitedly instructing the crowd to put their hands up.

I pull out my phone and tweet jokingly about the injustice of Tay telling me I can't spin, secretly hoping B will see it and tweet me back, I miss her.

She does...and so quickly that it can only mean she misses me too. After giving me a little shit about my skills on the tables, she randomly tweets about being lonely, which I would like to think is an indirect invitation for me to come keep her company.

Of course when I ask her she insists on being as stubborn as ever but it doesn't take long for me to wear her down...it almost never does. The second she agrees to let me spend the night with her if I promise to behave I'm motioning for Dustin.

"Aye, bring the car around back...I'm ready to go."

He looks surprised "What? Why? We've only been here for like an hour."

"I'm just ready to take off." I answer.

His eyes catch my phone in my hand and he figures it out "Bobbi?"

"Just get the car Dustin." I sigh, slightly irritated...why's he gotta question everything?

He nods and disappears towards the back exit. I down the rest of my drink, shrug my backpack on, say my goodbyes and wait for him to return so he can escort me out.

Twenty some minutes later I'm heading through the lobby of the hotel with Dustin trailing behind me. He leans into the elevator and presses the button for the top floor "You done for the night? Cause if you're just gonna stay in I'm thinking I'm might head back to the club."

"Yeah, you're good." I assure him, punching the button for the floor beneath mine, B's floor, and then wave as the doors slide shut.

"There she is..." I smile when B pulls open the door, looking adorable in pink plaid pajama bottoms and a matching pink tank top.

"That was fast." She says, holding the door open for me.

"There wasn't much traffic." I shrug...what am I gonna say 'Oh well that's cause I hauled ass since I was afraid you'd change your mind.'? She probably already knows anyway. "So you wanna smoke before bed or...?"

"Yeah that sounds good." She agrees, snuggling back down into the couch with her feet propped on a throw pillow.

I tap her knee "Move it girl..."

Her legs curl up to make room for me and then stretch back out over my lap when I sit.

We smoke for a while, talking about nothing in particular and falling into easy, comfortable silences now and then, just happy to be together, but when she yawns for the third time I reach out and stub the blunt out in the tiny glass ashtray.

"Alright, I'm tired..." I stand and hold my hand out to her "let's go to bed."

She looks a little hesitant "Okay but you remember the deal right?"

"Yes B...I remember." I smile.

We make our way over to the bed and I begin to strip out of my clothes as she pulls the blanket and sheets back. "What are you doing?" she asks when she notices.