I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left,
Then I'm stickin' to the right
AC/DC Hells Bells
Chapter Six
Week One
Bright
The first show is tonight and my nerves are all over the place. I keep looking at Noah and he is so calm and it freaks me out more. I asked Noah to give me ample time to get ready before we leave, but I didn't know he would tell me two minutes before everyone came to our bus to drink beers and relax a few.
I had always taken my regimen as religion. I love being a girly girl, love my labels and love makeup. He has teased me nonstop while I have been here, hell since agreeing to come on. Here though, in my own space, though small it is where I let myself relax. It takes effort and time to feel beautiful. I know that sounds bitchy but I am who I am. I give my time and money to charities and try to be a good person, but I absolutely am a stuck up bitch. Maybe I was born that way and maybe I wasn't. Either way I'm me.
Justin Timberlake's Can't stop the feeling!Starts and I dance around getting ready when he opens my door without knocking. He stops short though, ignoring my trying to close the door on him and takes in my appearance. Then he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing jerk? Get out!" I yell as I twist the cap off my top coat so I can finish my toes off.
He just laughs at me and walks around me taking me in like I am his favorite sundae. "Don't call me names, its beneath you." He smacks my ass and laughs when I try and hit him.
"This is sexual harassment Noah!" I threaten but I swear he is untouchable, nothing riles him.
"Oh the embarrassment of ass smacking being what takes me down and ruins my name." He mocks and takes a seat on the full size bed in my twenty-by-twenty room. Our bus was different from the other tour bus's we were in an RV that had a partition between us and the driver. One end had four bunks for the security team and the middle was our kitchen and living area. The back held two rooms, his was big and bad ass where mine was small and reasonable. It was a bus and that meant mild in comfort. "I came in to make fun of your bad taste in music, but couldn’t help watching you dance."
"This is Justin Timberlake, it's not nice to hate someone for being more popular than you." I smile proud of my burn at him and he just laughs.
"Do you know anything about TAT or our music Bright?" He reaches for his iPhone and starts playing a song. "This is called Crosshair. It's one of the singles of the Fray album."
I like the beat, it started slow and was mainly bass and drums. I walk over and prop a hand on my hip to watch the video over his shoulder. We are close and he smells so good I want to moan, but don't. My nipples peak as images of him above me play through in fantastic day dream clarity. Thank fuck I have a wonder bra on or there would be no wonder about my RT. I am a sex addict so it isn't a big shock that I think of sex a lot, par for the course, but he makes it so much harder to get through it.
"Not bad." I say and lean down to get a better view, he doesn’t pull back from my nearness and it does something to me I refuse to acknowledge.
He scoffs. "Not bad? That is one of the hottest singles out there I'll have you know. Plus, yours truly wrote it." He is so proud yet tried to play it off as fun.
"Who is this?" I say and point at the lead singer, who…oh holy fuckhe is hot.
"That's Chad, but I like to call him GQ." He shuts the video off and takes my hand in his.
"What are you doing?" I ask unable to hide the fear of his next move from my tone.
He rolls his eyes. "Calm down drama queen I'm only holding your hand."
I roll my eyes back. "Oh thanks for the update Captain Obvious." I pull my hand back from his and cross my arms. "Why?"
He unfolds my arms, through my struggle to not let him, until my hand is locked in his grip. "Because, they are all here, about twenty feet away and since you haven't really met them its time you do. Stop acting like a four year old about to launch a tantrum, hold my damn hand and come meet my family!"
He didn't give me an option on fighting him, though I tried. "Noah I am not ready yet, and their first impression of me was lacking."
"I know, you look like a hobo." He says disgusted.
"Noooooah!"I wine and slap his arm and pout a true pout that he probably took as flirting because his demeanor changed immediately.
