I Could Die For You (Editing In Progress)

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Hours later, we arrived at the hotel, around 3:30. February 10th was always cold, but I never remembered celebrating it in a comfortable 72 degree environment.

Lindy checked us in, and handed Anthony and I separate room keys.
"Lindy man, I thought we went over this? She's my girlfriend for Christ's sakes."
Lindy snorted, "Yeah, and I want a good night's sleep without having to hear you guys fuck like rabbits."
I felt my cheeks turn bright red, and Anthony noticed.
Getting all defensive he stood stoic against Lindy, "Fuck off man, you know, now maybe I'll fuck her right outside your door!"
"Anthony!"
He looked at me with a small smirk, "What?"
After everyone was given their room keys, I walked with John to our shared room down the left hall. Once Anthony had settled in, he joined us with his the land line in hand.
"Okay guys, if they don't accept we're in deep shit."
Anthony dialed the number and waited patiently with the headset pressed to his ear.
He perked up a few minutes later. "Hey man, it's Anthony!"
Anthony chuckled, "Yeah dude, I know it's been so fucking long, how ya' been?"
"That's good. I've been pretty good too, actually. Listen, I got a business offer for you and your band!"
"Yep! Uh, we're touring the U.S. and we were wondering if you'd like to be our opening act for the remainder of our West Coast tour. It's only like 36 shows, I think, left."
"Ah shit dude, are you serious? That's fucking great, thank you so much!"
He hung up the phone and smiled like a little boy.
"I called up Dave, the drummer for Nirvana, and asked if he'd be okay with it, and he said he'd talk to Kurt for us and call back with an answer soon."
John looked at me with a small smile and then high-fived me.
I laughed and glanced at Anthony who was looking at me with a grin on his lips.
He was so beautiful and no more than ever, I had butterflies every time I looked at him. All that I could think of was that no boy had ever managed to make me feel so paralyzed and... in love.
*******
The boys all marched in front of me, dressed and ready to perform for the show.
Flea bowed, "If you could m'lady, we'd all like a kiss for good luck!"
Chad rocked back on his heels, "If it's okay with you of course!"
I laughed a nodded my head. Flea stepped up first, which I granted him a kiss on the cheek, John, Chad, and last but not least, Anthony fucking Kiedis.
He smiled, "Oh, I know I'm not going to be just getting a kiss on the cheek."
Before he knew it, I had my lips pressed against his smooth left cheek and was pulling away.
He stared at me, "You're a monster. Torturing me like this? How could you?!"
I laughed, "Alright, alright. One more."
"Yeah, make it a good one too Lilly!"
I pulled Anthony by the belt loops of his black shorts, and slipped my hands around to his back as I pressed my lips against his softly, not giving all of my passion. His mouth turned up in a smile against me, stifling the laughter exploding in his stomach.
I pulled back, "What's so funny?"
He smiled, "You're just really cute."
Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, he dashed off towards the stage with Flea and Chad.
John stayed behind and approached me sheepishly.
"Hey Lilly, if it's not too much to ask, after everything I said and did to you, would you be able to jam with me a little tonight...? You know, in our room?"
"Absolutely John." I said quietly with a small grin pasted on my lips.
He smiled, "Thank you Lilly."