The band's performance was the finale of the party, Whitney headed backstage to change out of her now disheveled outfit, eager to get back to their dressing room before her best friends. She could still feel Jon's eyes on her, watching her. Not in a creepy way, more like he was fascinated. Fascinated in her. His blue eyes were trained on her, his smirk contagious when she lost herself to the beat of the music. She didn't mind him at all, because she was fascinated with him, too.
"Hurry up, shorty! I need in there!" Her drummer, Ben, shouted, banging on the door.
"Just be lucky I'm done. Gonna go check and see if they need a hand outside." Gonna go and see Jon, is what she thought.
"You mean you're gonna go off into the moonlight with your new wrestler boyfriend and his besties." Deacon, her bassist, poked at her while she slid on her Vans.
"Do men even have 'besties'?"
"Way to avoid the actual topic, Ryan." he scoffed, causing her to blush.
"You really like him, huh?"
"Not to be all girly, but he's really handsome."
"And a little crazy."
"Crazy works for me. If we go out tonight, are y'all coming?" She turned to gaze at not only Deacon, and Ben's retreating form into the bathroom, but on her lead guitarist Jake, too.
"Nah. Ben's expecting his wife in tonight from home, and Jake's got a Skype date. I'm just hella tired."
"Lame!" she booed, laughing as she exited their makeshift dressing room. Heading towards the main room, she smiled bashfully, seeing the three wrestlers helping pack the band's equipment away, obviously trying to not be awkward, waiting for her.
"Well there she is!" Colby spotted her first, coming out of the shadows in a black tank top, dark skinnies, and her bright blue Vans.
"You came back." was all Jon could spit out, the weird feelings in his gut building, stunned by the girl in just jeans and a tank top. It was the first time in Jon's memory that any girl had ever had that effect on him, and boy was he hooked. Offering her his arm again, she took it, following Joe and Colby outside towards their car. Even then, so late in May it was almost June, recent rains had cooled the air. Whitney shivered slightly, the action not missed by Jon.
"You cold?" he asked, his tone soft and gentle. She tried to shake her head, but another breeze caused her whole body to shake instead. Jon just chuckled quietly, pulling her closer to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
"I have a jacket in the car you can use."
"What about you?" she peered up at him, fringe falling over her eyes. He brushed it away with his free hand, smiling.
"Maybe you can help keep me warm?"
Colby had already entered the car, watching as the pair walked up, Jon's arm draped around her. He just hoped that Jon wouldn't add the tiny rock star to his litany of 'love and leave'. They looked good together, it was about time Jon found someone who was more concerned about his heart than the size of his bed.
"So what's the plan?" Whitney asked, sliding in the passenger seat, smiling bashfully at Jon, who was busy draping his light cotton jacket over her bare shoulders.
"Well, I know a lot of the crowd was heading out to the clubs. We could do that, or just go back to the hotel, and hit the pool."
"I'm good with either choice, but I gotta warn you, I'm a horrible dancer. Might be safer on New York City if I just went back to the hotel." Whitney giggled, hiding her reddening cheeks with baggy sleeves of Jon's jacket. Jon stifled his own laugh, settling into the backseat, arm still dangling around her shoulders.
"Don't worry, us too. Actually, I kinda like the hotel choice better. I'd rather not run into Renee tonight, and we all know she's not exactly the home body type." he grumbled, just able to catch Whitney's look of confusion and worry. Was she chasing a taken man?
"My most recent ex." he told her. Fling was more like it, but he wasn't about to tell her about his and Renee's on and off friends with benefits lifestyle.
"She's not so keen on the fact that it's over, but it is so over." Jon continued, nudging the seat in front of him to hush the giggles of Colby. Whitney stiffened, not sure what this all meant, not sure she liked it. Jon sensed her tension, tugging her closer.
"Don't you worry about a thing, dollface. You're my girl." Whitney grinned at this, leaning onto Jon's chest, letting his arm fall from her shoulders to her torso, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. She couldn't deny how relaxed she felt when she was with him, an easy calm settling in on her. She melted into him, the smell of cologne and faded tobacco intoxicating her like a drug. Peeking up at him, he looked content where he was, holding her, thumb rubbing against her hip bone. He could get used to this feeling. She turned away just as he happened to look down at her, feeling brave enough to kiss the crown of her head.
"My girl. Prettiest girl in the world." Jon whispered, and Whitney was reminded of her conversation with her band mates just a few minutes earlier.
"Crazy works for me."
Author's Note: I promise chapter 3 to be longer, but I wanted to try and establish this story. The fact that I'm trying to write this and watch RAW at the same time, doesn't really help things!