So, Here I Am

Chapter Three Larry and Issy

Issy (Isobel) Broadmore         24 years old

Besides Laurent, she is Larry's BFF

5' 4" of sass and smarts.    Heads her own I.T. Consultancy.      Based in L.A.

Long brunette hair, green eyes, very pretty, doll face.

She and Larry met at a mutual friend's party, clicked and have been friends since the beginning of the Twins fame.      She tells it like it is, and will not put up with his whining and childish behaviour.

She is his rock, his grounding force.

The Twins have a rare night off, so Larry decided he would spend some time with Issy, a friend he has known since the beginning of their rise to fame.   They are in her apartment, cooking dinner and watching movies, having a glass of wine.

He sits on the sofa, and lets out a loud sigh.  Then he started to cry, softly, silently.

Issy "What's wrong, Larrbear ?"  She had called him that since their first meeting, he hated it at first, but now he finds it endearing.

Larry "I don't like this anymore, Issy.  This tiredness all the damn time, the travelling, stupid bitches throwing themselves at me, at us, it's irritating.   It's not fun anymore.  I need ...... I need ......"     He couldn't seem to find the right words to describe what he could feel was missing, right down to the bottom of his soul.

She just held him cuddled in to her, softly kissing the top of his fro, then scrunching up her face when a stray hair attached itself to her lips, pulling it away.  Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, and glared at her, with a weird look on his face, one that she hadn't seen before.

Issy "Sorry, I got your hair in my mouth, I had to get rid of it !"  she barked accusingly, thinking that was what he was mad about.

Out of nowhere, he pulls her to him, and starts kissing her passionately, driving his tongue into her mouth, as if his life depended on it.  She pushes him off, and stands over him, mortified.

"What the fuck was that, bro ?!  What the hell do you think you're doing ?!"

"It's you Iss, you're what I need.  It's you !"

"No you don't, you're drunk"  Having not eaten in a while, the small amount of wine that he had had went straight to his head.

"Yeah, well, that only makes things more clearerer", he said, looking at her pleadingly, eyes shining, a huge smile plastered across his face.  He lunges for her again.

"I'm telling you, Larry, you'd better get off my ass, before I beat yours like you stole somethin', and as big as you are, you know I will !"

They are both standing now, and he has her grasped tightly around her waist, towering over her, so close that she has to crane her neck to see his face.  She was still squirming to free herself from his grip.  He bent down to kiss her again, this time gently, slowly, languidly.    She feels herself yielding ever so slightly to him, her mind racing.   

She loves him with everything she is, always has since the first time she saw him.  It wasn't his looks that caught her breath, nor his dancing, nor the way he moved, animal like, across the room.  It was his laugh, his smile.  When he smiled at her the very first time, it knocked the breath out of her lungs.    He hadn't been doing much smiling lately, she thought sadly.

But what about their friendship ?  It was so precious to her, so valuable, she would not want to do anything to jeopardise it.   Nothing.   She couldn't even contemplate what might happen if she let her guard down.