Picking Violet

maddox
"It can be fun though, don't get me wrong. Sometimes there's live music, or I meet particularly interesting people."

"I think you're an interesting people," I counter, humor tinging my tone. She seems to be very pensive now that we're back at the apartment, and I'd rather she remain happy.

"You do?" She bites her lip, restraining her smile.

"Very interesting," I affirm, "like no one I've ever come across before."

She shuts the lights off in the bathroom, leading me back into her bedroom: "Surely that can't be true. You've met, what, eleventy trillion people? Too many. I think I'm quite average, if not just absurdly weird."

"Eleventy-trillion-and-one," I correct her.

"It was an approximation," she shakes her head and then bends at the hips to unmake her bed.

I try, I really do, to be a gentleman, but fuck, Violet's ass is something else. And she has no idea what she's doing, I'd bet, which is both endearing and tempting, while also being frightening. She's just so sweet, and charming, and down-to-earth, and I'm sure that being between her legs would be paradise.

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Violet is eighteen, and a recent high-school graduate. She's goofy, yet calculated, and most of all, innocent. She hasn't done much with her life, based in Washington state, and lives with her older brother, Cameron. She aspires to spontaneity, to be memorable.

Maddox is a twenty-six-year-old international rockstar, with a marred public image. That is, a life opposite of Violet's. He's looking to outsmart his poor publicity, and take a vacation away from L.A., and far away from his trust issues.

What happens when, by chance, Maddox's band mate drunkenly messages Violet?