Endlessly

Starlight

My heart is pounding as he pulls me closer to him and starts kissing me passionately. After a moment I begin kissing him back. He slowly shifts so he's halfway on my lap and facing me. He moves one of his hands to my hip, but pulls away from our kiss.

"We should continue this at a later time," he whispers seductively.

"O-okay," I manage to choke out as he slowly gets off of me. He stands up, his face bright red.

"I-I should get going," he stutters, walking to the door. I quickly get up after him and grab his wrist just before he opens the door. I pull him into my arms.

"Don't go," I whisper, not even remotely trying to hide my desperation.

"We'll be together again soon," he responds, wrapping his thin arms around me. "I promise." He kisses me one last time, his soft lips exploring the curves of my own. He pulls away and walks out the door. I walk back to my room and sit down on my bed.

"This is definitely a dream," I mutter to myself. I falls backwards, grinning to the point where my face begins to hurt.

Matthew Bellamy is my boyfriend.

My heart is racing at the thought. I had hoped and prayed that this would happen. But now that it has, I'm having a hard time believing that this is reality. Stop thinking so hard. Of course it's real. I get up off my bed and grab a pair of drum sticks from off of my dresser. I go into my living room and sit down at my set.

I love drumming. It give me a chance to express myself in ways that words can't. I usually just play random rhythms in my spare time, but I can't seem to come up with anything now. So I start playing the first thing that comes to mind: Starlight. It has always been one of my favourites to play. The main rhythm is easy to follow and the fills are fun to play.

I usually drum to bring my mind away from reality, but today it's not doing jack shit. I can only think about Matt. His crooked smile, his eccentric nose, his electric blue eyes that can leave you breathless. Even his stupid little laugh. I can't take my mind off of that short man. I'd call him over right now to see him again, but he probably just got home and I don't to seem too clingy. You've only been dating the man for like, three hours. Don't be like that. I pick up my phone anyway. 2:26. Sit there trying to decide what to do. After a few minutes, I get frustrated and toss my phone on the couch and go back to drumming.

I drum for hours and my hands are beginning to blister. I'm sore all over, but I'm relaxed. I lie down on the couch and pick up my phone and see that I have a text from Matt:

Hey, why don't you come over later? The window's unlocked ;)

Sorry that this part is so short :( I ran out of ideas. Writers block is tough. I'll have another up as soon as I can. Maybe there'll be smut, maybe there won't be. It's up to you guys ;)