Becoming Starkid

Confession

CHAPTER TWENTYONE:

It’s opening night of Me and My Dick. I am excited beyond words. I help Joe apply touches of make up but we don’t chat much. I am too busy thinking about the show. Will Jaime remember the new step I added to her choreography? Will I laugh when Joey proposes to me onstage? Will A.J. nail all his moves with ease? Actually A.J. has failed his ballet class twice so this is a valid concern. I slip into my costume. It’s simple, with a pale blue shirt, an A-line black skirt, and headband. I dab the last touches of lipstick on completing my look. I am ready to take my place

“You ready for this?” Joe asks.

“I am,” I say surely.

“Good. You’re a pro after this, babe, you got it.”

The first show went brilliantly. It was an invigorating experience performing with Team Starkid. It was literally goofing off with your best friends on a stage where people were invited to laugh with us. The shows flew by. Before I knew it I was taking my bow at the finale of the last play. I got a sad, melancholy feeling as I walked off the stage but it was good. I had done it. I had finished my first official Starkid show. Watch out Internet.

We are having an end of play celebration like usual. This time Darren, Lauren, and Meredith put it together because they weren’t officially in the cast. I wear a tiffany blue, lacey, dress, paired with a black, leather jacket, and matching platform shoes. Joe picks me up looking quite handsome. He raises an eyebrow and says,

“Well hello, sexy.”

“And hello to you too. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” He holds out his arm leading me towards his car. We pull up to the party. Joe stops the car and turns to me. He grabs me and kisses me hard. He unbuckles his seat and with some difficulty, climbs on top of me. He pushes the seat horizontal. We make out with more desire than ever before.

“Joe the party,” I remind him.

“Fuck the party,” he says, “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you look that hot? I could barely focus on driving. He traces my cleavage not taking his eyes off me.

“Okay, fuck the party,” I agree kissing him fervently. He puts his hands on my thighs and they start to travel upwards, under my dress. I reach down and unbuckle his belt and slide my hands down his pants; he groans with gratification. I bite at his lower lip and wrap my legs around his torso. He pulls off my underwear, moving my hips with his own. We are about to do the nasty when we hear a tapping at the window. Jaime, Joey, and Brian are standing there, laughing their asses off.

“How come this is the second time I’ve seen this?” yells Joey. They finally leave us.

“We really should go in,” I tell Joe.

“We can’t!” yells Joe, looking at his pants, “I have to deal with this.”

“Well maybe I can help.” I straddle him. Despite the interruptions, Joe and I still have some of the best sex of my life.

“Okay, now we have to go in,” says Joe. I check my appearance in the mirror.

“Shit! You messed up my hair!” I accuse Joe.  We enter the party to the sound of hoots and whistles. The word about our sexual endeavors must’ve spread.

“How was the quickie?” yells a voice.

“Awesome, thanks for asking,” responds Joe. I punch him in the arm for that but laugh along with the rest. Then I notice the odd décor of this party. The lollipops, streamers, confetti… it’s a penis themed party! I laugh at the cleverness of the idea and make my way over to Lauren.

“You look fulfilled. Hmm, I wonder why,” says Lauran sarcastically.

“Ah shut it. I love the party idea,” I say.

“It’s a penis party!”

“I can see that,”

“Hey maybe you can take one of those,” she says pointing the condoms that are littered around the floor like confetti, “You might need it later. So I guess I don’t have to ask whether things with and Joe are going well.”

“They are going really well.”

“I am happy for you. You deserve to be happy. Here’s a party favor,” she hands me a rainbow, dick shaped lollipop. “Now let’s go get drunk!”

A couple hours later, I am buzzed, but still pretty put together. But most people have not followed my example. Everyone is singing, laughing, crying, hugging, and having a great time. A bunch of people slipped out the back to smoke weed. Darren, out of everyone, was exceptionally drunk, which was saying a lot.

“Annndyy!” he slurs.

“Darren, hey,” I respond, laughing a bit.

“You need to, you have to talk to me.”

“Sure Darren,”

“Noooo not here. It’s not safe, they’re watching us.”

“Okay Darren, wherever you want to go.” We step out on to the porch.

“You see, I’ve always wanted to say something to you,” Darren says,

“What did you want to say?”

“But I can’t. I can’t say it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re Joe’s girl. But it’s not right. You shouldn’t be with that guy, it’s not right.”

“We already went over this Darren, he’s not a bad guy.”

“Its not that! I know he’s a good person. But you should be with someone…shorter.”

“Shorter?”

“Yeah! Shorter! And! He should have curly hair, and he should sing.”

“Darren,” I say in realization, “Are you talking about you?”

“I can’t say who it is. And I can’t tell you how I think you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world and every time I see you I can feel my heart in my chest and I want you to look at me but you rarely do. And I can’t tell you that think about you more then I think about, breathing! And I want to tell you that when I talk to you it’s easy, and you understand me, but I can’t! I can’t tell you anything.”

Darren’s drunken confessions shock me. I don’t know what to do. But Darren is now gazing off into the sky. He says,

“The moon is big tonight,” he looks back at me and promptly blacks out.