A knock on the door as he toweled his hair dry, a girl rolled in his breakfast as he opened the door, she was so trying to hide that she was staring at his body that was only covered by a towel around his waist, "your breakfast, sir" she flapped her eyelashes at him, oh she was lookin for more than just a tip. "Thank you" he grabbed his wallet and handed her a couple of euros, a tip was all she was gonna get, a few weeks ago things would have been different and she would have left again, all satisfied and rosy-cheeked from an earthshattering orgasm, he rolled his eyes at his own promiscuity. Yes, ok, look a little dissapointed and leave sweetheart, go on..he turned his attention to the scrumptious food on the trolley while the girl left again, just when he pushed a couple of grapes in his mouth, there was another knock on the door and his brother strolled in. "Shannon, come in..breakfast?" it was key to stay calm, they had months of touring ahead of them and there had been enough trouble already, "no thanks" Shannon sat down with a sigh "how was New York?". Jared sat down as well and tied his long wet hair up in a messy bun and ignored his question "better than right here apparantly, is she gone?" another couple of grapes dissapeared in his mouth while he looked at his brother, he wasn't gonna take no for an answer. "She left for Paris, has a couple of jobs there", ok so far so good, "the fuck happened? Trashing a hotelroom and shit, what the fuck, Shannon?" he sipped his tea trying to stay calm, but inside he was absolutely livid, he could still be with Harper if it hadn't been for these two fuckers who had been stoned out of their heads. "Yeah..that..you know..it.." Shannon took a bite from a piece of toast, knowing he was being grilled for his stupid behaviour and not knowing how to explain, "actually, no I don't know, Shannon, I don't know how the fuck you can let that junkie drag you down again? You've been doing fine without dope for years on end, then bang, you two hook up and you decide to cosily snort a bag of powdersugar together and why not trash a hotelroom along the way?" Jared banged his fist on the table, startling Shannon. "I didn't relapse, it was this..it just got out of hand, it was a stupid mistake.." he sat back a bit, "damn sure it was a mistake, she's not coming back here, is that clear? You can do whatever you want with your life, but what I won't accept is anyone interfering and fucking with your head, we're on the verge of starting a new tour, I don't want to have to cancel shows, alright? I just won't, is that understood?". Shannon looked at the ceiling like he was running out patience "you..we won't have to cancel any show, alright? I told you, it won't happen again..we've decided to have a little break but I can't just end things with her..but what would you know? You don't love, you never did, you just fuck". Jared nearly choked on his hot tea "exactly, what do I know? Except for the fact that I AM in love right now" he mumbled, "what? But..you went to NY because of..that girl..Harper, was it?" Shannon frowned before the light in his head switched on "ohhh, really??" and a grin formed around his lips. "Yeah, really..I think..I hope.." gone was the confidence and the anger and even the jetlag, when he was asked about Harper, this impenetrable veil that masked the pretence of arrogance dropped, he heard her name mentioned and he was completely defenseless, just like that, and he hated it, this was exactly why he never let himself fall in love, he'd end things before it could get out of hand, but then there was Coco..
Where was he? Why hadn't he called? And why was her back still so sore? can't lie down, can't sit, so all that she could do was keep painting, she could stand straight up to finish up the finer details. Ok, bend over, just a little, ohhhoohhhawww..got it, this was no fun..nothing was fun anymore, especially not working on this painting, oh just focus will you? Deep breath, concentrate, roll of paintbrush between your fingers until it feels like a second set of fingers, aaaanndddd..yes, decisive, perfectly placed, perfect layer of paint, there was nothing like the orgasmic, raw 'shhggg' sound of a brush against the canvas, another stroke right next to the first one, oh look at that thin line where both colours started flowing into each other, like tiny bodies merging into an erotic embrace. Oh stop it Coco, you're just having a very dry spell lately, sex-deprived, just look at the subject of your painting, parents, ok feelings of lust woooshh gone, just like that paint is paint again and not some erotic, smudgy, gooey metaphore, thank god!. Come on, pickuppickuppickup, ok don't pick up then, fuck and no voicemail either..alright, back to e-mail then
