Chapter Twenty-Nine
Joel
“Please? I swear, we’ll be quick,” I whispered, as my hands gripped Alessandra’s ass while she leaned against the couch. Jenson was watching a movie with us, and I needed some alone time with my woman.
It had been a few days, and we only had one day left before filming was over, and we flew home.
Life with a teenager was not as easy. I couldn’t have sex with Alessandra on the table, or in the outside tub. We had to wait until he was asleep, or sneak off into the bathroom, so he wouldn’t hear us.
He wasn’t a dirty kid, so that was a plus. But I had noticed a Tumblr notification pop up on his phone for something dirty. Alessandra didn’t know that Tumblr was pretty much for porn nowadays, so I had to be the one to break it to her that his collection was all digital. She had a rough night that night, trying to accept he was growing up.
“I can hear you two,” Jenson muttered, and I gave her ass one last squeeze before going back to just sitting next to her like an adult.
Alessandra’s phone starting ringing, and she answered it with a very feminine hello, then yanked the phone away from her ear because very high-pitched screaming was coming from the speaker.
“Oh my God, put us on speaker, so Joel can hear this!” It was Livia’s voice, and she was very excited. I smiled, having a feeling where this conversation was going to go. I was very good at reading my friend.
“Okay, you’re on.” Alessandra had put her on speaker and held the phone out so it wasn’t too close to our eardrums.
“Killian and I are getting married!”
Alessandra squealed her excitement along with Livia, who couldn’t stop talking about it in a very high-pitchedrush of words.
I was right; Killian wouldn’t waste much time without making her his in every way he could. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text, congratulating him.
Since I had been filming, and he had Livia on the road with him, we hadn’t talked much. Which was good, in a way. We were still friends and would see each other, but I wasn’t his only friend anymore. He had her to shine light on his life and keep him happy.
Livia kept Alessandra on the phone for over an hour, talking about wedding stuff. Of course, those two had become friends, talking on the phone, and on Facebook. Livia had gotten her to read some romance novels, and I tried to get her to put that knowledge to good use, but it didn’t work out so well for me. Because of course she put on the front that she wanted to strap me down and shove dildos up my ass. That was not a joke I found funny.
I was still a little traumatized from that conversation, and it happened last week.
Jenson’s phone dinged, and he looked at it, then put it down. His face hardened a little.
“Sup, kid?”
“Nothin’.” He was short with me and abruptly stood and walked into the room he was sleeping in. Odd. Alessandra hadn’t noticed what just happened, so I figured I would let her have her time with Livia and go talk to him myself, hoping I wasn’t overstepping somehow.
I knocked on his door before entering, and he was sitting there, his hair a mess from running his hands through it.
“Wanna talk?” I closed the door behind me, in case he didn’t want his mom hearing it.
“Just stupid kids from school.” He wasn’t too thrilled to be talking about it, but I could tell he needed to, so I just stayed quiet and listened.
“The stuff they are saying about us in those magazines. I don’t care, but I don’t wanna hear it coming from people at school, ya know?”
“I do.” I didn’t want my fame screwing with his school life.
“But I don’t want you and Mom to break up. You’re a cool guy, and I’ve never seen Mom like this. She’s never dated anyone since I can remember, so it’s a big deal.” That was good to hear. He was still on my side when it came to his mom. I didn’t want to break up with her, either.
“I’ll get over it. They’re just being stupid.” He cracked his knuckles and lay back against the bed.
“My dad always used to say, if you can’t change your friends, then change your friends. So the ones that are talking shit aren’t your friends. The true ones wouldn’t disrespect you like that. You are smarter than they are.” I hoped I helped him a little; I didn’t really know how to be a philosophical parental figure, but I could give him honesty.
“You need anything, just let me know.” He needed time, and I knew the feeling. He just nodded and went back to focusing on the dark ocean through the window.
I found Alessandra sitting on the couch, saying goodbye to Livia.
“She seems excited.”
