Pacify Her

Stage 8

Mackenzie's POV;
      Tired, blue boy, walks my way. Holding a girl's hand.
Dalton, my best friend, starts groggily walking towards me, hands intertwined with Roslyn, his girlfriend. As per usual, Dalton and I make eye contact.

"Dalton." Roslyn says, breaking our eye contact.  "You have to get ready for rehearsals."

"R-right." Dalton scratches the back of his neck. "See ya, Mac."

Ten minutes later..

Dalton's POV;
"So, what are you singing, babe?"

"Hey there Delilah by the Plain White Tees." I say sternly.

"Is someone a grumpy puppy?" Roslyn playfully punches my arm.

"Dammit, Roslyn, I just woke up."

"Dammit, Dalton, I don't like that tone."

"Get used to it." Before walking onto the stage, I text Mackenzie.

To: Mac
Please come to stage 8.

From: Mac
What's wrong?

To: Mac
Roslyn's being a bitch.

From: Mac
Coming.

Mackenzie finally arrives and he looks adorable. His hair is fluffy, like he just woke up, and he has a smile plastered on his face.

What are you doing, Dalton? You're straight. You're dating Roslyn. You're not gay.

"I'm ready to hear you sing!" Mackenzie says, interrupting my thoughts.

"O-okay, let's go."

Dammit.

20 minutes later..
I have been hitting the same note over and over again for the past ten minutes. Mackenzie keeps yelling out some cheesy, supportive phrase every time I mess up. Roslyn, on the other hand, hates the thought of Mackenzie supporting me.

"Don't worry Dalty, you'll get it next time!" Roslyn looks at Mackenzie, seeing if he was jealous or not. This was a stupid reason, but that's Roslyn for ya, and I knew that's what she was thinking.

"I need a break." I jump of stage, and start to walk over to the seat next to Roslyn, but then, Mackenzie gets up from his seat.

Play it cool.

Mackenzie grabs my arm and whispers into my ear, "Meet me in the bathroom."

In the bathroom..
"Mackenzie."
"Yes, Dalton?"
"What are you doing?"
"Well, Dalton Louis, I've had a crush on you since the day I met you."
"Go on.." I'm trying so hard not to smile.
"And I saw you were struggling to hit that one note..so.."

Mackenzie's lips smash against mine and I kiss back. I feel Mackenzie smile, proud of himself, it seems. His hand glides over my shirt, then starts to undo the buttons. My shirt soon comes off, my chest exposed. He throws my shirt aside, still engaged in the kiss.

Damn.

He bites my lip, it hurts for a few seconds, but after awhile, the pain goes away. I start to unbutton his shirt, so both our chests were exposed. I threw his shirt aside, just as he did mine. He licks my bottom lip, asking permission to enter. I allow, and he soon puts his hands in my hair, as I do the same in his.

Still kissing, I undo his pants and he does the same to mine. We both throw them aside, joining our shirts that we threw earlier. We both smile, considering we both threw them at the same time. Exposed, but not all the way.

We heard a noise, much like a knock on the door, but ignored it, and continued. Mackenzie started pulling at the tips of my hair, resulting in me moaning. Mackenzie, again, smiles after that. He wanted me to do that, he felt accomplished. He kept going. Our bodies were now together, against the wall, in our underwear.

"DALTON?!"

Dammit.

We stop kissing, and turn to Roslyn, forgetting we're exposed.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

"Roslyn, could you at least turn around? I'm kinda..exposed here." Mackenzie squeaks, quite embarrassed.

"Yeah, Roslyn, pwetty pwease?" I look at Mac and laugh. Did I really just do that?

"GET YOUR DAMN CLOTHES ON!" Roslyn says as she slams the door.

"Alrighty, will do!" Mac and I yell in unison.

"Now, Dalton, go out there and hit that note."

And he did.