Don't Leave Me Behind

One

On one of the hillsides overlooking what everyone in the area of Avalon, California knew as Lover's Cove stood a surprisingly small Beach house, considering who owned the place. It was just a two-bed, one-bath house that was well-hidden from anyone its owner didn't want knowing about it, but it provided everything he could possibly need when he frequented it. It was certainly better than pitching a tent at one of the campgrounds on Santa Catalina Island near the only other town, Two Harbors, or staying in any of the often-overcrowded hotels split between the two towns.

        That was just how the bassist and backing vocalist of Poison liked his hideaway, though–small, discreet, and unencumbered by the nosy. Bobby Dall was an extremely private man outside anything to do with his band, and the few Times he brought his girlfriend to the Beach house with him, he didn't want anyone bothering them, especially as a result of his budding fame.

        Mishy deserved better from a boyfriend than to have cameras constantly in her face, and besides, he hated when that happened to him too much, as well. If buying a small Beach house tucked away on an Island roughly thirty miles Southwest of Long and Huntington Beaches was what it took to achieve that, he wasn't about to argue. At least it was relatively cheap for a man just starting to come into riches like he'd never Dreamt before, considering most housing in California–even the small stuff–cost an arm and leg.

        "Have I ever said how much I love it here?" his girlfriend asked as they stood on the deck overlooking the Cove, her arms wrapped around his waist.

        "Mmm, maybe a couple Times, but it never gets old," Bobby chuckled, gently squeezing her against his side where his arm wrapped around her shoulders in Return. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying it, myself, if I'm honest."

        "Prolly the only thing I hate about this place's having to get on a ferry to get here," she said with a grin. "But hey, compared to flying out here from Florida, I can handle that."

        "Hey, the ferry's preferable to even a tour bus!" the bassist laughed. "I'd much rather be getting my Sea legs on that than tripping over bags, clothes, and at least four pairs of nuts!"

        "Ya know, ya never said just how the tour went," Mishy told him. "I've kinda wanted to ask, but part of me didn't at the same Time."

        "Eh, not much to really tell–constant stress and Traveling, prolly enough booze to fill a swimming pool a couple Times over in a single month." He couldn't help a shrug as he stubbed out the cigarette he'd been smoking.

        He knew his girlfriend didn't like the fact that he smoked, not to mention generally drank like a Fish, but he couldn't exactly help it. They were the only two vices he allowed himself, and after a childhood spent wondering why his dad didn't love him–not to mention his older brother and sister–enough to stick around, having at least one vice was inevitable. Still, he tried not to give in to those demons as much when he was with his girlfriend, even when his band was driving him totally batshit crazy.

        Before she could start reaming him out over it, Bobby ducked his head as his other hand came up to cup her cheek. He Silenced anything she coulda spit out at him with a gentle, but sound kiss that had her sighing against his lips and leaning on him more than she already was. If there was one thing he'd figured out about this woman, it was to shut her up before she could get started, and something sexual worked like a Charm.

        Later that eve, the bassist headed literally across the street from the foot of his Beach house's driveway, which was maybe all of three or four hundred feet from Abalone Point. No one was at the pair of boulders that made up the scenic lookout spot a lotta tourists that came to this side of the Island loved to visit. At this Time of Day, pretty much everyone was either headed to the small homes they owned on the Island, or to one of the numerous hotels so they could continue their sight-seeing or head back to the mainland the next Day. There was no one around to interrupt anyone who decided to go down to the Cove, whether they were just wading in far enough to fet their toes wet, or Intent on doing something else.