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She politely turned away and blushed. "We should be getting to our homes now." I knew I was wrapped around her finger the moment our hands touched. I was left breathless as she slowly made her way down the path. I slowly followed behind her, bummed out. She punched my shoulder. "Lighten up." She smiled and stroked her hand over the flowers. A familiar tone sang out from my butt. "Uhm... Your butt is calling." She laughed. I smirked and took out my phone... Kyle.
I walked away further. "What?" I hissed.
"We kinda have a concert to practice for..." Kyle chewed on a chip.
"Fuck..." I looked at Galina, she looked back at me. "Ok. I'll be there." I hung up and dropped my head. She walked over and touched my shoulder.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I just gotta go back... My mother wants to hang out with us." I smiled, placed my hand on her back and cupped it around her waist. She leaned on me and wrapped her hand around my waist. We walked until we were 1 block away from the concert area.
"You know Stretching the Sky is playing here?"
"...really? Weird. I didn't know they were in L.A." I smiled and tilt her head back, staring at her delicious pink lips. I drag my fingers down her neck, down her back, stopping at the top of her butt. She keep her eyes closed, but it lingered open. I kissed her cheek, she smiled, then I kissed her corner of her mouth, her lips parted, then I went in for the kill. Our lips slowly found our pattern and stayed synced. I push her close to me. Luckily there was a wall behind me, or we would have fell. I moved my other hand down her side and to her thigh and rubbed my fingers against her skin. She pulled back and wiped my lip. I let her go as she touched my chin.
"See you later." And with that she left, leaving me with my stinging lips. I smiled and walked/ran over to the arena.
"Where the fuck were you?'" Kyle walked into my face. He reeked of smoke and alcohol.
"Back up, ever heard of brushing your teeth?" I retorted, grabbing my guitar and tuning it.
"Answer my question, Oli." He followed me, in my ear.
"Look, I just went out. I'm here now." I pushed pass him and got into my position. He followed me with his eyes and walked to his microphone. He whispered something to Roger, looking back at me. Roger nodded, glanced at me then back at the audience. We practiced for an hour, but Kyle kept messing up the words and blaming it on me. I apologized, sarcastically, just to get this going. I haven't quit this band, because I don't want to quit on my fans and..... friends. After what it seemed like 7 hours we went back into the bus and took showers.
We all were relaxing until Roger said, "Let's play a game..." He quickly glanced at me then Kyle. Toni hung off the side and tapped the sound of his iPod and read a book. He threw a pillow at Toni to get his attention. He unplugged his ear buds and nodded at us.
"What?" Toni replied.
"A game?"
"Oh come on, we're not 3..." Toni rolled his eyes, reading again.
"Come on Toni, live while we're young?" Kyle begged.
Toni rolled his eyes. "Fine, what game?"
"Hide and seek." Roger smiled.
"In this bus?" I smirked. "Fat chance."
He took out a bag... Weed. "Come on, when was the last time you got high?"
"Like 7 years ago."
"Come on..." Kyle grabbed a roll. "Just one..." He lit it and offered me one. Toni raised an eyebrow at me.
"I'll do it if you do." Toni smirked as he watched, I know he didn't want to and knew I wouldn't do it. I slowly reached for it. His smirk faded. I pressed it to my lips and inhaled.... then exhaled. I took in the old feeling of flying. "....fuck...." He groaned. Kyle smiled and handed it to Toni. Toni sucked it in then out, we passed it around until the nub was gone.
"Hide and seek!" I shrieked. "I'll count. 1. 2. 5. 8. 23... damn it." We laughed uncontrollably, holding our stomachs. It felt good to let go again, to have fun with the guys instead of watching my back when their around. We stared at the ceiling and talked about what came to our minds and laughed and trailed off... Eventually we drank and passed out.
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With a New Face of Failure
Teen FictionWhen a rock band arrives in L.A., Oliver, a bass player, is different from the rest of the gang. Soon enough he meets a girl, but this one is different, I know, cliché, but this one. Just this one. Can't explain the way he feels about her, but she h...