Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Four - My Girl

Denis ~ so whats up?

My phone buzzed loudly on the glass table. I wished Denis didn't already have my number. "Who's that?" Kyle asked curiously, eating a piece of carrot off his fork. We were sitting in front of the TV in the basement, eating dinner and watching Black Butler. Denis hadn't stopped texting me all night.

"Eric." I lied.

"Then why won't you answer?" I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone.

Me ~ I'm busy right now. What?

Denis ~ be un-busy? come over

Me ~ Can't.

Denis ~ or just dont want to? its just me and the AA guys. no one else. come on.

He sent me an address even though I had agreed to nothing. Should I go? Come on. It's only then. It's not like some big party. Would Eric be mad if I went alone? Would he find out? Hell no. He loves them. Ben could murder me and Eric would still ask for his autograph at my funeral. Okay. Maybe that's a bit much. But still. What would I tell Kyle. He doesn't even know that I know Denis - not that he would be interested. He hates their music anyways. Kyle doesn't like Eric, so if I told Kyle I went there and he found out I didn't, he wouldn't tell Eric. What would happen if I did go over? It seems each time I see Denis something near X rated has happened. No. I'm an adult. I can go somewhere and have responsible fun and come home safe and sound. I can do this.

"I'm going to Cameron's house." I stood with my plate.

"What?" Kyle whined. "I thought we were gonna finish this shitty show finally."

"I can't- Cameron needs me right now. Parent stuff. Tomorrow night?" Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Love ya!" I called as I ran up the steps and into the kitchen. I set my plate in the sink and ran up to my bedroom. After catching my breath I walked into my closet. What to wear? I dropped my yoga pants and exchanged them for a pair of black high waist skinny jeans, with an impossible amount of rips all down the front of the legs. I tucked in the black tank top I was wearing and threw on my leather jacket and a million rings. I slipped on my black lo-top vans before grabbing my wallet and phone, and getting in my all black Camero, and driving to the house Denis had directed me to. When I got out of the car I heard music blaring through every open window. I prayed it was really only the guys.

"Leda!" The door burst open to reveal Denis standing with his arms up excitedly. He ran over through the night and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I smiled slightly in his embrace and hugged him back. "I didn't think you were coming."

"Neither did I." He smelled like alcohol.. He let me go and pulled me into the house clumsily. I couldn't tell who, but just by having seen pictures I knew it wasn't Ben's. Straight in front of the front door was a stairway leading up to the second floor. The the left of the stairs was a big living room, extending further forward on the property than the front door did. All around the room a foot from the wall, was a single step down to where the couch was. In the centre was a huge sectional couch, with another couch across it, and a coffee table between the two. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall in front of the sectional couch, behind the smaller one. I could tell the house was old, as the walls were wood panelled. The decor in the house was minimal, but not minimalistic. The whole house, from all I'd seen of it, had a very cosy and welcoming feel to it. Ben, girl Sam, Cameron, Hayley, Sam, James, and Brandi sat on the sectional, with a few people I didn't recognise on the couch across.

"Look who's here!" Denis cheered as he slung his arm around my shoulders. Everyone looked up at me, and with their attention directed to me, I realised I did know the people on the opposite couch. Andy Biersack, Juliet Simms, Ashley Purdy (Ft. Some girl whose name I do not know), and CC. "My fucking girl." Denis pulled me further into the room and onto the couch between him and Cameron.

"Hi." I smiled politely.

"Hey." Cameron laughed.

"Woah, hey Leda." Ben said cautiously, glancing at Denis. "That's Andy, Ashley, CC, Juliet, and, um..."

"Brittany." She said. Ben nodded.

"Right, Brittany."

"I'm Leda."

"Wai- Leda The Gymnast?" CC asked and I looked at him in confusion.

"I guess so?"

"Oh. That sounded creepy. Denis had just been talking about you all night." I felt my face get hot as I looked up at Denis.

"No-" I could tell he was struggling for the words, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was drunk, or it was the English, or a bit of both. "I was not!" I laughed slightly. It was actually adorable.

"Yes you were, mate." James quipped.

"No." Denis pulled me closer and wrapped both arms around my waist. I was beginning to think I'd mad a horrible mistake.

"So how long have you two been dating?" Andy asked, adjusting his arm around Juliet. I felt sick. I was in the presence of the people I'd worshipped like Gods for so long, and I had nothing to say. It wasn't the sort of setting where I could ask for a picture of autograph.

"Ah- We are not dating." Denis said.

"Oh, sorry." Andy blushed slightly. "You just kind of seem like it is all."

"I need another beer." Ben stood up. "Anyone want anything? Leda?"

"Uh- sure." I smiled politely. Ben smiled back and walked out of the room, presumably into the kitchen. He returned three minutes later and dropped two beers on my lap, and sat back down. "Two?"

"Gotta catch up to the rest of us."

"I think Denis is winning by far." Sam laughed, and Denis rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." I had decided that I could listen to Denis talk for days on end and I would never get over how cute his accent was.

"I wish I had a cool accent." I sighed longingly.

"You do have an accent." Cameron laughed.

"Actually, you're in America so you have the accent. No one dreams of American accents. No one is like 'wow your accent is so cute'." I laughed as I opened up my beer and took as sip.

"I feel you." Brandi nodded at me and we both laughed slightly.

"I think it is cute." Denis smiled.

"Says the-" Nooooooooo do not call Denis the literally fucking sunshine. Bad Leda. "one with the cutest accent here."

"Thank you, I grew it myself." he said casually, and everyone started laughing accept him. "Come on. I'll show you around." Denis pulled me up with him and the second beer fell to the floor. Before I could protest he pulled into the kitchen. In the middle sat a huge dining table made of old, dark wood, with low hanging lights above it. On the left was the fridge and a dishwasher, and on the right was a counter and a ton of cupboards. The room was just awkwardly long. "This is the kitchen." Denis pulled me through the door directly across the one we entered through, and to the right down a hallway. At the end was another living room, this one less formal, including a fuse ball table in the corner. The couches were leather, and an even bigger flat screen TV sat across it. To the left on the continued hallway wall was a screen door leading out the backyard, where I could see a large in ground pool, and then further than the door on the inside, was a pool table. I looked up at Denis. His hair was messy as if he'd been playing with it. I wondered if he did the same thing I did, and pulled and played with his hair when he was nervous or excited. Part of me wanted to spend so much time with Denis that I could recite every single one of his cute little mannerisms. Part of me wanted to be able to notice that kind of thing without really looking hard for it. Part of me wished Denis would kiss me right then. But other than all of those parts, the last one was telling me to run for the hills.