Purple Dreads

Chapter Three

A WEEK LATER

"Hey, Em?" I raise my lime green eyes from the pasta I'm cooking, "Yeah?" I had invited Jeordie over for lunch, I'm standing here now, cooking a pasta dish, while he sits on the barstool across from me.

"Would you mind hanging around Marilyn?" I raised a brow and looked back down at the pasta. "I'm fine with him, just like you're fine with Kandi, why?" I asked and set the spoon down before crossing my arms under me and leaning on the counter.

"He wanted us to come over and meet some new girl of his. I told him I would let him know if you were okay with that and he said the girl would probably be more comfortable with another female there." I nodded and stirred the pasta again before taking it off and putting it in another bowl to cool a bit. "What's she like?" I asked out of pure curiosity. "I honestly couldn't tell you, I know that she designs clothes, the band's included." I nodded, "Alright. I'm fine with going over there, when are we going?" I set the plates down and pulled Jeordie down on the couch with me. "Tomorrow." He said after laughing.

"Alrighty." I cheerily sang out and smiled at him.

"I love your personality. God. Tell me more about you." I take a bite and rest my chin on my hand. "Hmmmm..."

"My name is Emberlynn." We both laugh and he playfully shoves me.

"Alright, alright!" I laugh more and put my hands up in surrender. "Um, I'm Emberlynn Rayann Grey, I grew up in Texas and came here at age seventeen so I could get a start on my passion." Jeordie's focus was on me completely now, it made me nervous. "What's your passion?" I smiled gently at the fact that he cared. "Make up. Special effects, monster makeup stuff." I laughed and looked down while pushing a chunk of my hair behind my ear. "That's fucking amazing." He laughed and became even more fascinated, which I hadn't thought was possible until now. "Thank you. I'm on good terms with my parents, I don't have any sob stories, so I hope you weren't waiting for anything like that." I admitted playfully. "I wasn't, but is there a reason why you don't drink or smoke? You're twenty, so I guessed there was something behind it." I nodded a bit and shrugged. "Um, when I was younger, I got messed up by a guy. So I started drinking and smoking, being reckless. I eventually decided that wasn't the right path for me, so I quit and vowed never to do it again. I may on rare occasions. But that's it." I said rapidly, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions. "I thought you didn't have any sob stories?" I shook my head, "I don't." He laughed and nodded "Okay..."

"What about you? Any sad stories?" He shook his head, "Other than I don't know who my dad is and my mom was a cage dancer." I nodded "Well, that's a downer..." He shrugged and smirked. "No biggie."

I quickly decided I should change the subject in case it upset him. "So, since we are hanging out tomorrow with Manson, you can just stay here tonight, if you want?" I asked cautiously, careful not to come on too strong. "Sure, let's clean up the kitchen and then we can watch a movie or something." He said this quickly and casually, causing me relief. I nod and stand up, grabbing my plate and attempting to grab his but he gets to it first. "I want to help." I shrug and laugh, "Okay."

After we cleaned up the kitchen I tugged him down the hall to my room where I jumped in bed, content with my sweats and tank top. I patted the bed next to me and watch as he sits much slower. I cuddled up to him and he laughed, wrapping an arm around me timidly. I grab a pillow from behind me, and hit him gently. "Loosen up!" I laughed, laughing even louder when he hit me back.

This turned into a complete war, breaking a pillow open and sending feathers everywhere. Finally, he had had enough, so he pinned me down as we laughed and screamed.

I grabbed a feather that was next to my head and blew it into his face, he caught it quickly and tucked it behind my ear before bending down and kissing me.

I covered my mouth when he pulled away, "I'm shocked at you Mr. White!" I laughed. He smirked and got up so I sat next to him, pulling the feather out from behind my ear. "You know what I just noticed?" He broke the silence. "Whatttt?" I asked playfully. "Your last name is Grey and mine is White." I laughed at the obvious/ not so obvious comment. We eventually fell asleep after laughing and being retarded for the rest of the night.