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Jim Morrison #2

Touch Me

"Dangerous game, Y/N." My sister warned as I talked to her about Jim. I shook my head in dismissal and continued applying dark eyeliner to my eyes.

"No, it's not. He's sweet, and he doesn't mean anything. He's my best friend."
"I don't mean him."
"Well then, who do you mean?"
"You love him."

I stopped and stared at her in the mirror as she smirked, one eyebrow raised.

"I know you do. And so does everyone. Even him."
"You don't know that." I retaliated defensively, furiously tugging a comb through my knotted hair. Safie raised her hands in defense, leaving my room slowly. I threw my head into my hands and sighed, staring at the oak that made up my dressing table.

'Maybe he really does know,' I thought, 'but that would be bad.'

I stared at myself in the mirror, expecting some sort of non-physical version of me to pop up and tell me the answer to everything. But, of course, that didn't happen.

"Knight in shining armour's here!" Safie shouted from downstairs, and I took a deep breath. It seemed as if I was being forced into seeing him, except I was forcing myself.

I invited him.

I arranged the date.

And now I wanted to cancel.

"Doll, you're lookin' great." Jim greeted as I opened the door.
"And so are you, Jim." I forced a smile and grabbed my house keys from the side board.
"Ready?" He asked, already walking down the footpath to his VW. I nodded and locked the door behind me.
"Later, Saf!" I shouted through the letterbox, and climbed into the camper with Jim.

"I was thinkin' we could go back to mine today. Order in for some food, y'know?" He offered, starting up the van. I nodded once in response, staring straight ahead.
"You're weird today, what's up?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. I shrugged, replying with "nothing much."

I saw him shoot me a quick glance before turning back to the road.
"If ya say so." He surrendered, patting my thigh as if to say "it's okay, you're doing great."

The ride to Jim's house was awkward, and that was all my fault. He'd try to make conversation, and I could only reply with short answers, if anything at all.

"Guys, I'm home!" He shouted as he burst through his front door. There was silence for a second before Robbie burst through the door to the basement.
"Hey, Y/N." He said passively, and I shot him a smile. Although I'd been to Jim's house no end of times, I'd never really got the chance to mingle with the other guys. They were always busy with something else.

Like right now.

"Ya can go on up to my room if ya want, doll." Jim offered, as politely as possible, though I remained frozen to the spot.
"You remember which one it is, right?" He said jokingly, and I forced a smile.
"Yeah. Been a while."
"Later, Y/N." Robbie shouted as I dashed up the stairs. I stood in the centre of Jim's room, as stiff and uncomfortable as I could possibly be. It was like I remembered: dark oak walls; a few Doors posters strewn here and there; a white door leading to his en-suite; a black bed and two or three sets of drawers dotted about. The carpet was the same too; I ruffled my toes in the soft shaggy material. Jim pulled me out of my train of thought as he closed the bedroom door. I tried to hide my incredibly mixed reaction at how he looked.

"You, uh, lost your shirt." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Don't I always?" He retorted playfully, sitting down on his bed. The black sheets ruffled as he patted the space next to him. I hesitated, before walking tentatively over to the bedside. He looked a little confused; his brows knitted as I leaned against the bedpost.