I would like to dedicate this story to the man, the myth, the legend, David Bowie.
"FUCK!"
That was the first thing Tori Vega heard as she walked into her dorm room at UCLA. The source of the noise was her girlfriend of three years, Jade West.
"FUCK!" Jade yelled again.
"What's going on?" Tori asked as she walked into their shared bedroom.
"David Bowie died this morning." Sulked Jade, sitting at a computer "And I never got to see him in concert."
Tori chuckled but remained sympathetic. She removed her coat and hung it on a rack near the computer. "Jade, David Bowie hasn't appeared in concert since 2004."
The goth girl shot a glare over at the latina.
"But that's still very sad." Tori finished sincerely.
Jade looked down. "That still doesn't make me any less disappointed."
The latina sauntered over to her girlfriend and put her hands on her shoulders.
"Jade, it's not like you haven't gotten to see your heroes in concert plenty of times. Remember when you dragged me to that Black Sabbath concert that I hated?"
"Don't you talk shit about Sabbath."
"Said the girl who complained about having to go to a pop concert that I was actually in."
Jade leaned against the latina's torso and looked up at her beautiful girlfriend. "I'm sorry I'm such a bitch sometimes." She said softly.
Tori responded with a soft kiss on the goth's forehead. She slowly got to her knees so that her mouth was level with Jade's right ear.
Very softly, the latina began to sing.
"Ground Control to Major Tom.
Ground Control to Major Tom.
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
Ground Control to Major Tom.
Commencing countdown, engines on.
Check ignition and may God's love be with you…"
Tori's song was cut short by the other girl's lips.
The two kissed for a few long moments, taking in each other's taste. In the years that they'd dated, not once had their passion stagnated.
Jade broke the kiss. "Dammit Tori, I love you so much. You always know what to say to make me feel better."
Tori pressed her forehead to the goth's. "It's a talent." She smiled.
The latina spun Jade around and pushed her onto the bed, straddling the pale girl.
"I'm sorry about David Bowie." The tanned girl said in a sultry voice. "Let me make you feel better."
That was something I wanted to write all week. I love David Bowie, and I'll never forget the impact he had on me personally or music as a whole. Rest in peace, you androgynous son of a bitch.