Never Shout Never!

Lucker Stomp

 

  "Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace. Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas."

"No. Try it again." I slammed the guitar down, groaning.

 "What? No way, that was perfect."

"Yeah, but as you said Texas, your eyes kind of wandered down to the guitar." I rolled my eyes and and laughed. You will not believe how much begging I had to do just for mom to let me go to New York with Chris. And you can imagine how much yelling she did when I told her we were going to be sharing a hotel room together. But here I am, in New York. With Christofer. Yeah, I'm a little excited myself. He was currently watching me play guitar to Pierce the Veil's Caraphernelia, and I can't even make it to the end without him telling me what I'm doing wrong.

"Aww, is someone getting frustrated?" Chris smirked at me, and I stuck my tongue out in response.

"Yeah, just a little." He laughed and laid down on the bed and kissed me.

"I could teach you how to play the uke. But I somehow forgot to bring it with me. It's all your fault."

"Please, I had to do most of the packing because you were too high to do anything."

"Oh yeah. You're right." I shook my head slowly, and he laughed in response. I tangled my fingers in his hair and he kissed me, his hands wrapped around my waist. His lips trailed down to my neck slowly, sucking on my collarbone. 

"I can now remember why your mom didn't want us to be in the same room together." He gently bit my neck making me go insane.

"Why?" My breathing was unsteady, and I moaned when his lips found mine.

"Because I'm a very naughty boy." I laughed at him and he kissed me again, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. I trembled slightly as his tongue explored my mouth. This is what Christofer does to me. I could practically feel his smirk against my lips as he sat up. His hand ran up my shirt furiously while the other one squeezed my ass. We just looked at each other, the both of us breathless.

"If you think this is crazy, wait until we make love." He winked at me, while I blushed furiously.

"Aww, it's so cute when I make you blush."

 "You didn't make me blush."

 "Oh really? Alright. But just think about when we make love. How all the lights will be turned out, and we're moving in sync with each other, as I go deeper and deeper inside of yo-"

"Stop!"

"I told you so!"

 "Damn you." The sound of someone knocking at the door interrupted our little party. Chris laughed all the way to the door, as he opened it.

 "Christofer!"

 "Katie! Nick, come here, I want you to meet my mentor Katie." I almost screamed in frustration when I looked at her. She was beyond gorgeous. She was tall and petite, and had the body of a model. She had long curly hair, and brown eyes. She didn't even look like she was twenty. She looked younger.

 "Hello, you must be Nicholas. Christofer tells me all about you!"

"Hey! And you must be Katie. It's honestly a pleasure to meet you." Is it bad that I'm jealous? That's normal, isn't it?

"I'm sure he has. Are you guys ready to go to the studio?" I grabbed my bag and jacket on the table and followed behind Chris. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Is that her sick way of saying he likes her? Cause if it is, then it's kind of messed up. Jeez.