Double Trouble (Sequel to Baby of the Band)

Fifteen

It seemed to Rob that the next couple weeks passed by at half the speed of ketchup, and before he knew it, what Kelcey called Beltane was the next Day. By that Time, he was ready to scream in frustration and slam his head into a wall, but he knew better than to give in to such an urge. He'd just earn himself a stint in a psychiatric ward once he was back to normal since his entire band would wind up in one, if somebody turned him in right now. That didn't mean he was any less frustrated–and almost didn't wanna share a bed with his Melodic counterpart anymore–than he'd been before.

        Said pint-sized guitarist seemed beyond incredibly stubborn about opening up to him about much of anything, and he definitely hadn't said I love you in Return. Whether that was verbally to the best of his current abilities or through the Scrabble tiles didn't really matter to him right now. All he wanted was for him to say–and mean–those three words as much as he meant them when he said them to him.

        But it wasn't that Richie didn't wanna say them in Return–he'd just never been much of an Emotional guy, so it was harder for him to say them. Seeing how it was upsetting the pint-sized bassist, though made him decide to talk to the young Witch privately the next Time she and Bret came over. Gods only knew that she'd been even more of an instrumental help in admitting his attraction to the other brunette in the first place–he didn't see why she wouldn't be now.

        "Ahhhh," he whined, tugging on the skirt she was wearing that very afternoon.

        "What's up, lil man?" Kelcey asked, managing to pick him up, despite being six months pregnant now.

        "Ya shouldn't be picking him up, hon," the front man gently admonished her.

        "Judging by his Energy, he wantsta talk to me alone," she shot back just as gently.

        Richie couldn't help a whimper as he nodded, all eyes now on him.

        "Let's go out back to the lil patio," the young Witch said. "That way we won't tie up your room, just in case Bobby needs something."

        He nodded again as he let her carry him out back, her gait a bit uneven due to the waddling caused by her pregnancy.

        "So, what's up?" Kelcey asked once they'd settled at the round table Mishy'd once done her very first Tarot reading at and she'd dumped out the Scrabble tiles for him.

        I wanted to talk to ya and hopefully, get some advice, the pint-sized guitarist spelled out.

        "I dunno that I'll be able to give ya any advice, but I guess that depends on what's going on," she warned him, gesturing for him to continue.

        Nodding, Richie started spelling out what he wanted to say to her, pausing between each sentence so she could read each one. Besides, he'd only so many tiles of each letter at his disposal, so if he wanted most words spelled right, he'd to pause between each one, anywhore. Thankfully, it didn't take him long to lay out the problem at hand for her, and once he'd done so, he crawled onto the couch to sit next to her while awaiting her response.

        After he'd laid out his current issue, the young Witch mulled it over, careful to keep her expression schooled into a practiced blankness. Her opinion was that he was being absolutely ridiculous, but she didn't wanna make him feel bad about it when he already no doubt felt bad enough. Course, she couldn't really tease him too much since she was more or less the exact same way–she just had her solution already.

        "I see," Kelcey mused, a smirk teasing the corner of her mouth.

        The pint-sized guitarist frowned when he saw her mouth twitch, wondering just what she thought was so funny about all this.