Temporary -- A Rocky Lynch Story

Chapter 1

*Liz's POV*

I pulled my yellow Volkswagen Beetle into the empty space in Ross's driveway, shifting the gear into park and removing the key. With a quick flick of the wrist, my visor popped down and a couple of hair ties fell out. In the mirror, I got a glimpse of my pale face, dark circles forming under my eyes. I pulled my long, bright pink hair back into a messy bun and sighed. "Well," I said to myself. "It's not going to get any better than this, you fuckin' mess."

I smoothed my black tank top over my stomach and reached over to the other seat, picking up my bag. A couple of things fell out onto the floor, including my cell phone and a couple of condoms. "Shit," I muttered. I bent over to pick them up when I heard a tap on my window. I bumped my head on the glovebox. "Shit!"

"Watch your language," Rocky warned as he pulled my car door open. I looked up at him, seeing a faint smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes. His head was cocked slightly, trying to see what I was picking up. When he finally saw, his grin grew even larger. "Got big plans later?" he asked, as if he were being clever.

I rolled my eyes, shoving everything back into my bag and stepping out into the cruel summer heat. The sun above us beat down and the waves of heat were visible in the air. "Ugh," I groan, adjusting to the sudden temperature change. "What are you doing out here? What if someone see's us?"

"Who cares?" He shut my car door for me and started walking towards the front door to the house that he shared with the rest of the band. "Why are you here?" He obviously wasn't going to stop or wait for me, so I had to run to catch up with his large stride.

Once I caught up, I was able to answer his question. "Ross claims that I spend too much time alone and in my own head, so he convinced me to come over and hang out with him for a little while." We finally got to the front door; he opened it quickly and then shut it again, leaving me outside in the heat. I knew where he was going with this.

I waited a few minutes until I knocked on the door, announcing my arrival. I heard yelling and the sound of footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. Ross answered, pulling me in by the arm. "Jeez, you're sweaty," he commented.

"Thanks, asshole. It's only a billion degrees outside," I joked, giving him a slight punch on the arm. "I'm going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit. Do you have something specific planned? Or are we just going to sit around like idiots?"

"Well I thought we could converse. You know, catch up. Talk like civil adults about the happenings of our lives. Since we haven't seen each other in a couple months." The last time we had seen each other was in the middle of their short spring tour. I flew out to watch their show, had a barbecue cookout with the bands and crews, and then snuck off with his older brother to have sex in the rental car I had parked a couple blocks away.

"Please tell me you have wine," I called back, already on my way up the stairs to the bathroom. I knew the house like the back of my hand. I could find my way around in the dark - and I had done so before. As I approached the closed bathroom door, it swung open and Rocky walked out, hair dripping moisture down his naked torso. A black towel was wrapped around his waist. Fuck, not now. I bit my lip as I looked him over, and he raised his eyebrow with a cocky grin. "Out of my way," I said quietly to him. He stepped over and let me by, his hand purposely brushing over my hip as I passed him. I shut the door behind me quickly.

*Rocky's POV*

I chuckled to myself as I crossed the hallway from the bathroom to my bedroom. That encounter was not intentional, but I knew that it could pay off later. The way her eyes scanned my body got me excited, and I had to try to calm down before I could show my face to the rest of the house. I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top, tossing my towel in the pile of laundry by the closet. I heard the bathroom door open again, then tiny footsteps passed by door and echoed down the stairs. I was cleared to leave now.

I slid down the stair railing, landing on my feet at the very bottom. "A perfect 10!" Riker joked from the living room. He was eating a bowl of ice cream and watching Breaking Bad on the large flat screen TV.

"Thanks bro," I laughed, passing by him on my way to the kitchen. When I passed the dining room, I saw Liz and Ross chatting and laughing about a dumb story Ross has probably told a thousand times. I had to give it to Liz, she was great at listening to Ross ramble. Her lips were already stained a darker red from the wine she sipped.

"Hey," Ross called to me suddenly. "Lizzy is here!" She turned around in her seat, making direct eye contact with me. Her blue eyes bore holes straight through my soul. They were like the ocean; I could drown in them if she'd let me.

"Yo," I said, throwing her the peace sign. She nodded slightly before turning back to face Ross, who was pulling out his cell phone to show her tour photos. I made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed an orange off of the counter and started to peel it when I felt someone else in the room. I turned around and saw Liz standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Ross had to take a phone call," she said quietly, making her way over to me. "I just wanted to let you know, while we have some time to speak briefly, that you are so incredibly sexy. My place tonight, after midnight? The door will be unlocked." And with that, she left again. As she walked away, her tank top strap fell down and I could see the strap of her black lace bra. She knew exactly how to drive me crazy.