Loving The Rock star (Lesbian Story)

Drugs, Bars, Backseats of Cars

(Lily’s POV)

Somehow in the relatively short time I’ve known Taylor, I somehow managed to tame the beast. I’ll admit, it certainly wasn’t easy but I did it. We went from sitting on a dirty concrete ground outside of a club to being in an actual relationship. It’s been a month since I first heard the rattling of the metal buckles of her leather jacket but now, the sound brings around a sense of joy. Joy because when I hear that sound, I know she’s near. A small smile falls on my face as I lift a finger to her bare back. Taylor’s quiet breathing fills the room leaving an effect that nature sounds would have on anyone. It’s calming.

I draw a pattern up and down her soft skin. The mere thought that this girl is mine and only mine still causes butterflies to flood my stomach. I can’t help but bring my lips to the back of her shoulder blade. Taylor stirs from my touch and lazy eyes formed into slits greet me. “What time is it?” she says with a raspy voice. Her raspy voice is my second favorite. My first is her singing one. I continue to draw patterns on her back.

“Um I believe it’s a Saturday and you don’t get to ask that question,” I respond.

Taylor smirks, “If what you’re implying is that I, Taylor Michel Momsen, take a break today then you are nuts.” She lets out a loud yawn and sits up, running a hand through her messy hair. The sheet wrapped around her body falls slightly revealing her naked upper torso. “Besides, I have to go to the studio today. You can come if you want. Then, I promise I’m all yours babe.” I ponder over her question. Going to the studio means seeing Alie. It means seeing everyone who hates me. If I wanted to do that I’d just go hang out with the popular girls at school.

I bite my lip afraid to answer. “The studio? The place where every person in there considers me the enemy? Um, maybe I’ll just go chill with Nick or something you know he doesn’t want me to accidently ingest rat poison or something.” I see Taylor roll her eyes which was expected. I may have gone a bit overboard.

“Now you’re definitely coming. Listen, there’s nothing to worry about now. They were just upset about potentially losing their jobs. They know now that that can’t happen. Come on, we’re recording a new song,” she begs. Puppy dog eyes coerce me to maybe just say yes. Without really thinking I subconsciously find myself nodding and Taylor beaming. She claps getting a burst of energy, “Great! Cause I have to be there by 11.” My hand finds either mine or Taylor’s phone on the night stand.

Looking at the lit up screen, the digital clock reads 10:30. I laugh, “Better hurry up then cause you’ve got thirty minutes.” Taylor springs from bed and runs into the bathroom. Seconds later I hear the shower running and see a blonde head poking out of the door. I arch my eyebrow giving her a quizzical look.

“Are you coming or what? We’re on a tight schedule here,” she wiggles her eyebrows. I sigh and walk past her.

I grumble, “Are you ever not horny?” A slap to my butt answers the question.

“I can’t help it when I have the hottest girl in this entire fucked up world as my girlfriend.” Oh Taylor, even when complimenting me you have to add in some comment about how screwed up this place is.

An hour later Taylor pulls me along into the worn down studio not far from the house. She mutters reassuring words the whole way there. I just keep rolling my eyes knowing this will not go good. We finally reach the black door I’m assuming to be the one that is their studio. It also helps that there is a big sign that says “TPR CREW AND BAND ONLY IF YOUR NAME IS SEAN KEEP THE FUCK OUT.” Sean is apparently their stage manager and best friend. This information was learned when I asked Taylor why she had a pair of penis slippers. She said it was a gift for a gay man named Sean.