Book 1: Lost In Translation (Another Reason To Cry) (Izzy Stradlin FanFic)

Ch. 7: Lost In the Limo

Melody led me into a limo, tugging me into the stretched car when I had stood there for about five minutes just gawking at it. She giggled at me and tossed the journal down in between us as the limo sped off. I realized she had written in it: "Ain'tcha' been in a limo before, rock star?"

I rolled my eyes and she snickered. I jotted down: "Of course. I was just surprised that you had one is all. I could totally see you riding the bus in that super cool scarf you got there."

She laughed out loud at my note and slugged my shoulder playfully. I laughed back and grabbed her fist lightly, enveloping it in my own. Her laughter died down as the warmth of my hand began to radiate against hers. We locked eyes and I noticed her gaze flicker to my lips before looking back at my eyes.

I smirked. "Hey."

"Hey," she mouthed back, her face still holding a look of wonder in it as she took in my features. I grinned and gently began to comb my fingers through that fiery red hair of her's. She began to blink, as if my touch had snapped her out of her trance. She giggled lightly and swatted my hand away from her hair.

She pulled away and touched the thumb and middle finger on her left hand and the thumb and pointer finger on her right hand. She then dropped her fingers away and shrugged her hands. I raised an eye brow and cocked my head, confused.

"What'd you just say?" I demanded.

She jotted down something and tossed the book back at me, sticking out her tongue as I read: "Creep."

I chuckled. "I'm the creep, huh? Okay. I guess I won't touch you anymore."

Her smile slowly faded and she reached out to me. I flinched slightly as her cold hand pressed against my cheek. As soon as I got used to the temperature, I nuzzled my face into her palm.

With her free hand, she placed her opened palm over her chin so that her fingers rested on her lips. She then lifted her hand up so that her fingers rested on her cheek.

"What?" I asked softly.

Her lips twitched at the corners, and I figured she was probably amused by my ignorance. She leaned forward until I could smell her shampoo. I was practically suffocating in the aroma. I felt my heart begin to pick up and my pants grew tighter as she placed her hand on my thigh, lifted herself up, and kissed my chin gently.

She pulled away, giggling like mad and nodded at the bulge in my pants. I blushed furiously and began scrambling to adjust myself so that my boner wasn't so obvious.

"Have fun taking care of that. Come inside and meet my mom when your little friend goes away," she wrote in the notebook.

She waved at me as she hopped out of the car, scurrying up to the front door and disappearing into the house.

A/N: That last sign translates to "kiss".