Shiloh Levitsky (Lead Singer of Blonde Ivory)
I trace lines onto the almond colored back I can only manage to see in the dim moonlight, unhidden by the drapes that hang in shambles. Her skin is warm- hot almost to the touch. I kiss the back of her head and pull myself down lower on the bed so that I can rest my head against her periodically rising back.
"Do you feel any better?" I ask as I wrap my arm around her waist. She shakes her head.
"I feel like an absolute moron." She whines and punches the pillow a few times.
"I know... I am so sorry." I murmur. She shakes her head again. "Kasey, this will all go away in a few days. Especially when we release the album." She groans and rolls over.
"Why can't it go away now? I hate being told how toxic and problematic I am." She wipes the wetness from her eye bags, and I decide to not comment on it. It is very unlike Kasey to cry.
I shake my head at her question. I trace my fingers lightly against her knee and I sit up against the back board of her bed. "Things like this- things that have been in the public eye since day one- they take time." She huffs and sits up beside me.
"That's ridiculous! Time is man made. It shouldn't be dictating everything! People should get over it and focus on somebody else's drama. Not mine." She cries. I rest my head against her shoulder.
"Funny, though. Man fearing its own creation. We are all running out of time even though time is nonexistent..." I try to comfort her by changing the subject. She sniffles and wipes her eyes again.
"Does it surprise you? Mankind is dumb." She replies in a harsh tone. I snort gently.
"Okay, true." I laugh. She sighs and covers her eyes with her arm.
"You know..." She sniffles, "A'Kambri said she didn't like Alfonso very much. She said that a guy who is notorious for having sex with multiple, random people isn't reliable- at least not to a girl who never plans on having sex... I can't believe I ever thought he could hold out for me- that he respected my sexuality. All he cares about his keeping his stupid image." I nod.
I clear my throat and stare up at the ceiling. "I do not know what I should say to comfort you." I murmur. She snorts and looks up at me with hazy eyes. Even though I hate when she is drunk, usually she is more relaxed. Not this time.
"Tell me how you feel about all of this shit. You're the one who has been through this situation before. How did you cope?" She sniffles. I stare down at her with raised eyebrows.
I kiss her forehead. "I want to help you, Kasey, but I have no idea what you are talking about." She rolls her eyes.
"Yes, you do. God, you can't just pretend it never happened." I look away from her eyes and stare out of the window. "Even our fans know about it. Just fucking talk about it. If not for you, then to help me get over Alfonso."
I swipe my tongue over my lips. "Okay..." My voice shakes, "Lachlan only dated me because I was a virgin. After we had sex for the first time, he broke up with me because he had gotten what he wanted. End of story." She sits up and wipes her eyes. My eyes trail down the freckles on her nose. Her lips flicker, and I wait for her to speak.
"It's not... Shiloh, it's not the end of our story. It's not the end of your story. Virginity is so dumb. I highly doubt any dude who matters will actually care about whether you're a virgin or not." I shake my head at her words.
"I do not care what guys think about me not being a virgin anymore. I am the one who cares about me not being a virgin anymore." She raises an eyebrow. I bite my lip, and taking note of my discomfort on the subject, she places her hand on my knee.
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Blonde Ivory
Teen Fiction**TRIGGER WARNING** Many triggering elements (including, self-harm, depression, amongst many other things) Four girls have made their dream come true: Be in a renowned band. However, it doesn't take them long to realize that being in the starlight i...
