Poison Angel (Kip Winger Romance)

Chapter Four: Seventeen

A Few Weeks Later

Its amazing how you can go from living without a care in the world, to worrying about even the things that don't concern you. In some ways having no money did concern everyone that lived in the Winger household, but I felt as if I was too young for it to be my business. I had given Kip countless advice on what to do, but nothing could sway his desire for a record deal and the new year was approaching quickly. I was sitting at the kitchen breakfast bar sipping my cup of coffee and reading the most recent publication of Rolling Stone, when Kip entered slapping me playfully on the back as he moved behind the bar across from me. "Hey," I grinned.

"I gotta song I want you to hear, I think it could get us a record deal." Kip says, grabbing the orange juice box from the fridge and taking a long swig. He wipes his mouth before continuing, "Seventeen."

"Seventeen?" I questioned, curious.

"Seventeen." He restated with emphasis.

I follow Kip out of the kitchen, and we stop in front of the stereo system. I watched intently as Kip put a cassette into the tape player and a strong guitar riff flooded the living room, and a few seconds later Kip's voice followed. Then a certain lyric sounded and I couldn't help but look at him in confusion. "I'm only seventeen?" I questioned, Kip seemed to ignore me but I couldn't help but be just a little bit angry. I jumped from the couch and moved over to the stereo, where I clicked the stop button and the music from the cassette ceased.

"What the fuck?" Kip gives me an angry glare, and I return the favor. I put my hands upon my hips, and thank my lucky stars that Reb and Brittany, along with the rest of the band aren't here to witness my oncoming rant.

"She whispered sweet and brought me to the floor, she said 'I'm only seventeen'?" I waited for Kip to elaborate but he didn't, so I continued on. "Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me?"

"The song isn't directly about you." He says weakly.

"But, I'm the only one in this house who is seventeen, if my parents were to hear this song I think I'd have no other choice but to go into hiding." I vent. "Better yet, does Reb know that this song is about me?" I ask.

"No-" Before he can say anything else, I have crossed the room and my finger is in his face.

"Make sure to keep the subject under wraps, or I'll have to kill you." I interrupt him. "Other than that, I love the song." I add.

"You're incredibly hot when you're angry, Jade." Kip smirks, and I laugh all the while shaking my head.

It was a couple of hours later, and Reb, Brittany, and the band still weren't back. It wasn't normal, yet I couldn't be surprised either. Kip and I hadn't really spoken since our little spat, and in all honesty I kind of felt bad. I didn't want him to think that I was absolutely enraged at the idea of the song being about me, but I couldn't admit that I was entirely happy.

I quietly left the living room, and tiptoed down the hallway towards the bedroom I shared with Kip. I could hear the quiet strum of a guitar, and through the crack in the door I could see him scribbling notes on what looked to be a post it note. I pushed the door open just a tiny bit, "You know you can't really write a song on something that small." I laughed.

Kip showed no sign of any emotion, so I further opened the door and stepped inside the room. I slouched onto his side of the bed right in front of him, and he finally looked up. "You know, Jade, sometimes people need time alone, time to think." Kip finally says, looking up at me through those dark lashes of his.

"You know, Kip," I begin. "I really thought we could watch a movie, but I guess you're too pissy at the moment." I finish.

Kip once again ceases to speak, so I pick up for him. "Fighting like an old married couple is not fun, Kip, I thought we were better than this." I laugh.

Finally I hear his laughter, and I can't help but smile in victory. "And like I said before, I'm flattered by the song, it just surprised me."

"Why couldn't you have said that three hours ago?" Kip asks, and I breathe a sigh.

"I did, but you didn't choose to listen to me." I laugh. "Now, can we watch the movie?" I ask.

Kip just nods, so I jump off the bed and head over to the large television and rummage through the VHS's of movies in the cabinet underneath. Steering away from Star Wars and Top Gun which we've christened many times, I choose Sixteen Candles a movie I have grown fond of over time. I bought it at the book store a couple of days ago, but I couldn't get Kip to watch it. But, before he could ask or protest, I popped it into the VCR.

Throughout the span of the movie, Kip removed the Berlin wall of fluff from the bed. And, after I stole a couple of glances in his direction he finally put his arm around me and we watched the remainder of the movie like we had watched movies so many times before.

A/N

Wow! It's been so long, but fear not, this will not be the last time you hear of Kip and Jade. Im honestly glad that I've been able to update, finally.