He sat on the sofa in the front lounge, watching as she followed his bandmate around like a lost puppy. That beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman who was always so vivaciously independent, and here she was reduced to little more than a - what would be the word for this? She wasn't a groupie, she was above a leech, but to see someone so flawless reduced to such filth was upsetting, to say the least.
She pranced after her boyfriend and ended up seated across from where he was right now. She smiled and it could have lit a fucking eclipse. "Hi, Ryan," she waved playfully with that candy-sweet laugh wafting through the air like a Grammy-winning hit. "Why so down?"
Fuck.
This was going to be a long tour.
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General FictionHe sat on the sofa in the front lounge, watching as she followed his bandmate around like a lost puppy. That beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman who was always so vivaciously independent, and here she was reduced to little more than a - what would...
