I really got ticked off with those fan girls... I dunno why though. “So, what’re you gonna do now?” I asked calmly. But lately, I’ve had nothing to say... I want a beer.
“Wash some of the sweat off and go to bed, you?" I sigh and think on it, I don’t really know what I’m going to do. I shrug slightly.
“I want a beer then I’ll probably join you,” I mumbled, I don’t know why I wanted one so badly. I guess I just wanted to destroy myself... that would never happen though... would it? He nodded and I smiled, “let’s go then.”
He took my hand and I weakly returned the grip, walking back to the bus. When we got there, I looked up at the bus. Wondering where it came from, but I guess it wasn’t that important. Luca moved to go onto the bus but I moved my hand up his arm, grabbing hold tightly to pull him back. I had my eyes fixed on the floor as I felt him twist in my grip.
I shuffled closer to him, resting myself against his chest wordlessly. He put his arms around me gently. "I just figured how much I love you," I whispered after a little while. He tilted my head up with a smile, pressing his lips against mine. I looked into his eyes and kissed him back firmly, my arms moving up to around his neck.
"I love you," he murmured, holding me just a little tighter.
"I love you too," I whispered back, resting my head back against his chest again, despite it being wet and sticky.
"Mmm," he hummed happily, kissing the top of my head. "Now we both need a shower." I nodded absently, a smile spread across my face. We stood like that for a few more long moments before he kissed me again, "c'mon, let's go inside."
"Yeah..." I smiled, grabbing his hand again as he led me inside. He squeezed it as we walked to the couch at the end of the bus, two beers floating ahead of us. "What happened to wiping off the sweat and going to bed?"
"Sitting and having a drink with the woman I love seems a much better option." I nodded, collapsing into the couch, grabbing the floating beer I smiled. Grabbing his own, he joined me, the tops flying off. He lit a cigarette and rested his head back on the wall, eyes closed. Wait, so he wanted to sit with me so he could... block everything out? I sighed, taking a drink from the beer. It didn’t taste as vile as it did last time. I sat there in silence as he smoked and drank... well, this is lovely.
"Fine," I nodded with a smile.
“Of course,” I took another sip on my beer as he put out his cigarette and put his arm around me. I put my beer on the table and hooked my arms around his neck. “I want to make this a little more, I mean, your band is out their getting high and all we have is beer.”
"Isn't that a good thing? I mean I'm trying to kick that habit, and you don't get affected by things like that anyways."
"Yes, but... oh, I think I'm going to go to bed."
"We can get high if you want. Just sayin'," he shrugged, why would I ever
"No, that's not what I meant; I meant you get such a thrill out of it."
"Well yeah, but I also turn into a dickhead."
"So what I was saying was I want to somehow match that feeling for you, without the disadvantages, but it doesn't matter."
"Oh," he half smiled, "I fucked up again didn't I?" he sighed
"Just a little, come on let's go to bed and tomorrow we'll find some showers." He nodded and stood, holding his hand out to me. "Fool," I laughed.
“Totally,” he smiled and I led him upstairs, Alice was asleep on the bed opposite ours. I still didn’t completely remember her but, she was an angel.
“Your fool though. Always yours."
"Always is a very long time," I pointed out, my eyes sparkling slightly as I began to get changed.
"So is forever," he pointed out, "if I can do forever, I can do always," he told me as he stripped down to his boxers, which only really involved him taking off his trousers and he slipped on his jogging pants.
"Can you do forever?"
"Of course," he smiled.
"I'll be holding you to that." I grinned, crawling under the wonderfully warm covers.
"Oh don't worry. I was holding you to it a long time ago," he muttered, with a short laugh, climbing in beside me
I draped my arm over him and rested my head on his chest, "I don't need to worry when I'm with you."
He returned the embrace, sliding his own arm over my waist, smiling. "What would there be to worry about?" he murmured, "I'm not about to run off with someone who only cares about how I look, or the fact I'm a singer. Or anyone, for that matter"
"Exactly why I have no worries," I smiled, "I don't mean to be selfish but... you're all mine."
"Not selfish at all," he laughed, "'cause you're all mine too."
"Damn straight; every single inch of me."
"Especially these inches," he whispered, putting his hand over my heart.
My breathing accelerated a little and I nodded. "Especially those inches," I repeated.
"And these ones?" he asked innocently, sliding his hand down between my legs.
I closed my eyes a second and nodded, "and those ones."
"I like those ones. I prefer these though," he chuckled slightly, moving his hand back over my heart
"It's all yours," I giggled, "you can do with them as you wish."
"What about me?" he smirked, "which inches of me do you prefer?"
"Here," I whispered, kissing him softly, "there," I mumbled, one of my hands reaching down to between his legs. "But more importantly to me." I brought both hands over his heart and kissed them, "right here." He tightened his arm around me, kissing me lovingly and I kissed him back. “And I’ll always be there to protect them.”