Classic Rock One Shots

Jimmy Page #9

I hate Jimmy Page so much. He's such an arrogant prick. His haughty tone is so off-putting, I can't stand it. But he was so beautiful and talented. I know why he was so standoffish,women were fawning all over him,throwing themselves at him. He hadn't been rejected in years. He always was trying to impress women,he was sickening. His beauty and talent are his only appeals. His crown of blue-black is unnerving,and his pale creamy skin is luxurious. I admire him from across the room,his broad smile is no doubt melting the women around him. He wants me for some odd reason,possibly because I didn't want him as much as he wants. I don't,and would never,let him know I find him slightly appealing. Every time I interact with him,I show him disdain and I act hostile. I felt bad for making his smile fade,but he is so damn arrogant I really don't care too much. The high i'm on from the grass and champagne from earlier is starting to effect. I feel sexy and happy. I want to dance,hold someone close. Yet,everyone I encounter is either too fucked up,or involved with their present lover. I walked from the first floor to the second,full of the same cynical and high people from the first floor. The same for the third floor. Everyone is such a bore. I found a hidden treasure in the third floor by the large bathroom,a small room void of people. There were three large brown shelves filled with records. I went to shelf and found a Van Morrison album. I put the needle on and swayed by myself quietly. I listened to pop and scratch sound of the record. The music was swanky,and made me feel sexy. Each note and hum of the music swelled and released,like waves of harmony strung together indefinitely. As I swayed alone,I felt a pair of lanky arms encircled my waist. I screamed and jumped,falling flat on my ass. I glared up at the only person it could be. Jimmy fucking Page. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. "I saw you dancing here alone,and I thought you could use a partner." I scoffed a little,"And what makes you think I want to dance with the likes of you?" I asked bitterly,crossing my arms. "I just figured you wanted to dance with someone." His tone and demeanor changed,his guard seemed down. I could tell he was drunk,just not as I was. What I didn't want him to know was that I wanted him there. I wanted to dance with him. I was so lonely,and needy for another's touch. He ushered his hand out,offering me off the ground. He held his hand in mine,and pulled me off the ground. He held my hips in his hands softly,and draped my arms around his neck. He tried to slow dance,but he was obviously horrible at it. He stumbled a bit here and there. Until I got sick of it. I pulled away from him,"Jimmy,you can't dance,can you?" He smirked a tiny bit,this one modest,not supercilious like the others. "Now,why on earth would I reveal this to the likes of you?" He mocked my tone from earlier. He was different now,he wasn't acting contemptuous any longer. He was almost...vulnerable. He had changed the song to the previous one. I smiled a tiny bit,and peered down at the ground. "Here," I moved back closer to him,"I'll teach you." I grabbed his hands,and put them at my waist. He immediately dropped them to my hips. "No,I don't know you like that." I moved them back to my waist. "But what if I want to know you like that?" "You won't. I won't let you." Before he could add in a sly,witty comment I spoke,"Just follow my steps." Soon,we were smooth dance partners. His hands were resting atop my hips,a healthy medium from my protest. My arms were again draped around his neck,my hands clasped together,and my head was resting against his shoulder. Into The Mystic chimed softly through the speakers of the record player. Jimmy and I danced tenderly through the rest of the A side, and continued to dance long after the music was gone. I bet we looked a mess,two drunk adults clinging to each other,slow dancing without music. But,I didn't care. I loved it,every second of it. Jimmy and I were silent the whole time,not talking,only our steady breathing,and sounds of the loud house party downstairs ringing in our ears. It felt so good to dance with him,to be touched in that way. To be intimate without being sexual. To Jimmy I might be a little cocktease,but I don't care. Nor do I actually think that's what he thinks. He seems to be feeling the same way about our actions. "Jimmy." A soft female voice rang. We split apart like two children caught doing something wrong. Rather,we were two adults dancing innocently. "I've been looking everywhere for you." Charlotte looked at us,the look of sadness,hurt,and betrayal in her eyes. He looked sadly back to me,"I can stay here if you want." I shook my head while looking at the ground. I looked back to his intoxicating,soft,green eyes,"Jimmy,go back to your lady." He nodded,then followed Charlotte down to the stairs. I thought about that look in her eyes. The one that she had probably worn so many times it didn't even phase Jimmy any longer.