Paper Mache

Street Performers

I had almost forgotten how the cobblestone roads of River Street felt on the souls of my bare feet. I believe skin has memory, because the warm rugged sensation of the stone felt homely as I stepped out of Grayson's truck. The cool August breeze managed to blow the strings hanging from my crop top making it resemble some sort of dancing. It's been over a month since the last time Grayson took me down here, yet it felt like a year. Breathing in the salty air of the river was addictive, and to quit so abruptly as we had, left me longing for return.

We left for Grayson. This place had too many bad memories, but I was delighted to come back. We were walking, when I began to hear music. I looked out ahead of us, and noticed our old spot was free, and the best part was..he wasn't performing tonight. We walked in silence. I knew this was hard for him, but Gray could see how happy I was to be back. My shorts barely came below 6 inches, so I shuttered as I sat against the cold street curb along with the dozens of other onlookers. The music played loud throughout the streets. It sounded like the whole city could hear it. My attention was caught by a new instrument being played amongst the music. A ukulele.

I close my eyes and try to find the direction of the melodic strumming. Bingo. The sound was coming from my left. There was a new guy playing with them, and to be honest, he was fucking gorgeous. Dark hair, bright eyes, and a beard. My kinda guy. He looked no older than 24, if that.

"Was he hear before?' I asked Gray, as I pointed toward the musician.

"No." replied Gray.

"Lets go give him a little welcoming gift then." I say, with a wild smile beginning to grow.

"Tie- Don't! "

He knew what that smirk meant. He'd seen it far too many times. I grabbed his arm, and dragged him up off the curb. Mr. Musician noticed us coming in his direction and flashed us one of those to-die-for smiles. I definately wasn't gonna let this one go without introducing myself.

"A song for the couple to dance to?" Mr. Musician asked, with a sparkle in his royal blue eyes.

"A couple?" I laugh

"Uhmm, no. I've came to give you a little welcoming gift. You know, to sorta greet you to the band.." I added, still posing my famous smirk.

Mr. Musician gave me a puzzled look. Before he could question my motives, I leaned up and placed my lips on his, leaving a little bite as I finished. His lips were plush, and tasted of Whiskey and smoke. A taste all too familiar for me.

"Damn," he says in a raspy voice that could make any girls' panty's drop,

"Never had a greeting like that before."

"Glad I was first." I smirk, as I turn away and begin to walk.

"Wait. Tie, what are you doing? I thought you wanted to get to know him. Now you're just gonna leave?" questioned Grayson, placing his pale hand in front of me in an attempt to stop me.

"Grayson, please remove your arm from in front of me." I said, as I moved it and continued walking.

Next came his tall figure towering in front of me. He made my 5'4 stature look like I was barely four feet.

"Tie, what are you doing."

This stopped me. I chuckled as I admired his efforts. Standing in front of me was a lanky, 6'1 copper-haired boy, wearing a floral pocket tee, and faded denim shorts, and he was trying to halt my attempts? I looked up and faced his bright green eyes, barred behind a pair of black frames. I had to admit, Grayson was a cute kid. He probably could make it work for him, if he wasn't so awkward.

"Gray, it's called flirting. You give a tip and walk away. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." I said, as i pushed him aside and continued my stroll.

Grayson followed, yet I could tell he was still confused. I swear, he knows nothing about the art of flirting at all. Soon enough, my shoulder was being graced by a hand. It was Hot Musician Guy.

"Hey. Uhmm..I didn't get to introduce myself earlier. I'm Ian." he says,

"There is a party at one of my buddy's house, and it would be fucking great if you came."

"I'm game." I say, with the same smirk from earlier.

"As long as Gray can go." I added, pointing to my friend in the back.

Grayson gave an awkward smirk, and tucked his hands in his shorts.

"Sure. Can't wait to see you there, Babe." Ian winked, handing me a balled up piece of paper.

I unballed it and read the directions scribbled onto it. When I looked back up, he was gone.

"Whelp. Gray, looks like we got ourselves a party to go tonight." I said, waving the crumbled paper towards him.

"Yippee." he cheered with false exaggertion.