14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

12. The Pills

Nadia:

The six of us walked out into the parking lot, it was decided that we will be going in Saul's car.

"I call shotgun." I heard William say, the rest of us nodded while Steven whined about how he wanted to sit in front.

Saul and William were in front, me, Steven, Tommy, and Frankie were stuck in the back, trying to make space for ourselves and be seated, and not die of suffocation.

"You know what, if you sit on someone's lap, everyone can sit in peace," Tommy said to me, trying to push me off the seat.

"What do you mean by sit on someone's lap?" I said with slight annoyance

Suddenly I felt a pair of strong hands hold me by the waist and lift me off the seat and place me again on their lap as I wiggled. I turned around only to be met with the pure emerald eyes of Frankie as he smiled at me.

"See! now everyone has space." Steven let out a deep breath

I turned to my front to be met with another pair of green eyes, only this pair looked at me with anger in them. I stared right back as William continued to glare at me. Great! now I have another Frankie situation to explain to him, which is probably gonna result in our first fight, to make things worse, I felt Frankie wrapping his arms around my waist as he continued to look out through the window. William rolled his eyes and turned around before glaring at me one last time.

Though I don't wanna admit out loud, Frankie's thighs were pretty comfortable and were being an amazing seat for my ass. As his hand worked as a form of protective seat belt around my waist. The smell of his aftershave was intoxicating. I was always a sucker for aftershave scent.

After about ten more minutes of car ride which included glares from William, we finally reached the diner. I opened the door first and got out. I started walking beside Tommy into the diner as I felt William to my other side. I casually slipped my hands into his, he held onto mine tightly not before giving it a squeeze. As we walked in hand in hand, the lady at the counter was laughing for some reason. Weird.

During the entire time spent at the diner, we did not utter a single word to each other, only speaking to others when necessary, though we sat beside each other and Frankie was far away from us.

Once we got out of the Diner we walked back towards Saul's car and this time Steven was able to call shotgun, while the rest of us got in the back. I felt William's fingertips dig deep into my waist, as he roughly pulled me onto his lap. I turned around to look at him, only he was looking out of the window, completely ignoring me, as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, almost suffocating me.

The boys decided that we would go to my home. Dad would be there but I don't think he would mind. As we entered my house, I saw dad was changing the string on my bass, which I asked him to do earlier today, since I didn't really know the art of changing strings.

"Hey, you brought them over, nice. I am almost done." He said pointing to the bass, as the boys waved at him.

"That guitar looks so cool!" Frankie commented as the others started laughing, William rolled his eyes before letting out a sarcastic laugh while Frankie looked around confused not understanding his mistake.

"what's wrong?" He asked no one in particular as he sounded kind of embarrassed as well as confused.

"That's not a guitar, that's a bass," I said smiling at him, okay he had enough people laughing at him.

"what's the difference?" He asked still confused

"A bass has four strings and sounds kind of deeper, than guitar which has six strings, also bass is more of a rhythm instrument. Bass along with drums maintain rhythm section in a band." I explained