Bassist Wanted. (Nick Valensi Love Story)

5

Ladonna's PoV

I didn't even know what I got myself into at this point. But the really cool thing is that this band seemed like a family, and not just a band.

Fab sprang out of the kitchen, wiping his mouth of with the back of his hand, and got out a pad and a pen. He sat in front of the television, and began to doodle in his book. Nick came in, with a new beer in his hand, and he hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on.

He sat next to me, taking a swig of his beer.

"Want some?" He asked me, tilting the transparent green bottle towards me.

"Nah. Especially if that one was on your nipple, too." I pointed out. Nick let out a chuckle, and shook his head, taking another drink.

"It wasn't." He said, matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes. And crossed my right leg over my left.

I looked at the tv, which happened to be playing a rerun of Friends that always came on. I've seen this one a million times, and I memorized the dialogue.

Julian was sitting with Fab, looking over his shoulder to se what he was drawing. Albert was laying on the couch, his whole torso hanging of the arm.

A finger tapped my leg, and I noticed a small piece of paper sitting on my thigh. I read it.

'Why didn't you call me?' It read.

"What, are you in 6th grade?" I asked mockingly. Nick's face turned red.

I took the pencil from him.

'Im only here for the band,' I wrote carefully.

'Elaborate?'

'Im not looking for a relationship.'

'You have a boyfriend?'

'It concerns you, why?'

I sent him. No reply came from him. Got him right where I want him.

I laughed to myself, and I stood up.

"Guys, I'm leaving. There's another ice storm coming tonight." I said.

"Why don't you just stay here?" Julian asked, shrugging. Fab stood, and pulled the blinds back, revealing outside, which was blanketed with a thick coat of snow and ice.

"I have no pajamas." I mentioned.

"I've got something for you!" Fab said voluntarily, raising his hand. Fab was pretty much the same size as me, so I shrugged, and followed him into his room. It had a huge window, and beside, under, and on his bed were all kinds of paintings of all sorts.

"Woah... You did all of this?"

Fab laughed.

"Yeah. I like art. Besides drumming, it's my thing." Fab explained.

"You're such a good artist.." I said, running my fingers over one of his drawings.

Fab chuckled, and tossed me a shirt. I caught it, and I saw the familiar Coca Cola logo.

"Oh, sweet!~ any pants for me, Fabrizio?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Fab replied cheerfully, handing me a pair of plaid blue sweatpants.

Fab directed me into the bathroom, and I changed. The clothes actually fit me. The pants were slightly loose around the waist, but they fit.

I walked back into the room, plopping back on the couch.

"Your clothes are so comfortable. I wanna live in your closet." I said to Fab, curling up in a heap in my spot.

Fab laughed.