Fingerprints that leave me covered for days

14

"I thought I told you guys to hurry!" Vic shouted at us as we walked up to the door of the small-ish venue, Mike and Jaime loading in a couple of amps as Vic sassily stood in front of us, his hands on his hips.

"Sorry, we Um...had a wardrobe issue." Tony slightly chuckled, rubbing the collar of the shirt.

I looked down and blushed, covering my smiling lips with the sleeve of Tony's sweatshirt that hung loosely around my frame.

I looked up and Vic's face was contorted with disgust.

"Did you guys reall- you know what, I don't care." Vic said, clapping his hands then raising them back into the air.

"Now just grab stuff and start moving it." He said, pointing towards the van as he lifted the amp that had separated the two of us from him.

"Okay dad." Tony muttered, walking the two of us to the van, I grabbed Tony's guitar case and he grabbed an amp.

Half way to the door tony began to progressively give up, the piece of equipment slipping slowly from his grip.

"Come on strong man!" I teased, running ahead of him to grab the door out of Mike's hand, his arm reached above my head as he released his grip on the icy slab of metal.

Tony finally made it into the door frame and slammed the box down, sighing and leaning over it to catch his breath.

"Come on strong man." I teased as he lifted it again, setting it inside of the venue door,

He chuckled and walked over to me, holding one of my arms into the air.

"I mean, you can totally talk with all of this muscle." He laughed, hitting me where my muscle should have been.

I laughed and ran out onto the stage, spinning around and hopping until a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, twirling me into their chest.

I registered the face as Tonys after the equilibrium was reached inside of me, my balance back as he rested his hand on my lower back, swaying us back and forth.

While we moved , Mike quietly setting up his kit behind us.

I leaned my head on Tonys chest and he moved to where both of us were facing the empty floor.

"I mean think about it jade, this whole area is going to be full of kids that want to see us, they paid to see us perform things we made....if that doesn't amaze you, you must be dead." He joked, kissing the top of my head.

"Is it wrong if I think its lame to dance?" I laughed resting my hands on his shoulders, my feet now on top of his.

"Well, you're not the one dancing, I am." He pointed out, both of leaning backwards to look at each other.

He stopped moving, and I removed my feet from his, both of us enjoying each other's presence for a moment before he pressed his lips to mine.

Mike awkwardly coughed in the back and we both jumped apart, Tony awkwardly rubbing his neck as I hid my hands in the sleeves of his hoodie.

"So, um...I think we should go help." He spoke quietly, pointing towards the still open door, Jaime and Vic carrying in guitar cases.

I just nodded in agreement and followed him back out.