By the time that Louise had gotten herself ready, she wasn't feeling any better. She had curled her hair, done her make up (the usual black eyeliner and red lipstick), believing that this would give her the miraculous recovery she needed, but really, she felt the same if not worse.
She looked at herself in her mirror and sighed in frustration. She hadn't seen Bradley since he had left on tour six months ago, she missed him dearly, and there were times when she would go days without hearing from him. And now, that he was coming to town, that he was coming to see her, she felt like complete and utter shit.
She walked out into the living room where Linda and Gene sat on the couch, Gene watching TV, and her mother working on another knitting project that she would probably just get frustrated with and give up.
Louise sat down beside her mother and then instantly regretted it when her mother accidently brushed against her, and felt that Louise's fever hadn't gone away.
Linda gasped, "Louise! Baby, you're burning up! You can't go out like that!"
"Mom, it's okay, really, I'm fine!"
Linda pushed her knitting to the side, and placed a hand on Louise's forehead.
"Louise, honey, I know you don't want to hear this but I don't think you'll be able to go to the concert tonight."
"But I have to! I've been waiting so long to see him again!"
"I know, and I'm not saying that you can't see him. He's coming here before the show, and he's staying with us! But I think you have to sit this one out."
"Mom, no," Louise tried to keep her words from sounding sharp and snappy. "I am going to his concert."
"Don't worry, Louise," Gene chimed, "I will eat all the cotton candy, and popcorn for you!"
Louise groaned, "I'm fine okay?!"
Before Linda could argue, Louise's phone went off in her pocket. She quickly retrieved it to keep her mother from saying anything else.
Hey Babe, I'll be there in an hour ;)
A smile crept up on Louise's lips, which then caused Linda to smile uncontrollably again.
"Aww, he texted you! He's almost here isn't he? Okay little missy, you go to sleep for a while and maybe this fever will go down!"
"Mom, I've told you this over and over, I am fine!"
"Louise, don't argue with me. Go to your room, lay down, and go to sleep. You may feel better when you wake up and you will be able to go to the concert!" She said the last part in a sing song voice.
Louise put her phone back in her pocket, and sighed in defeat, having no energy to continue to argue with her over enthusiastic mother.
"Okay, okay, you win," she said as she slowly got up from the couch.
Linda folded her arms across her chest, and smiled, feeling as if she had just accomplished something.
Louise ignored this, and went back to her room, where she laid down on her bed and realized just how tired she had been.
She looked down at her phone and reread their messages over and over again, not trying to stop the smile that illuminated her face every time she received a message from him.
How did I get so lucky? She often thought to herself.
She placed her phone on the nightstand beside her bed, and closed her eyes, trying to take her mother's advice while hoping that she did feel better when she woke up.
She let her mind drift to the time that she had actually met Bradley, not Boo Boo the famous popstar that everyone loves, but the actual Bradley Bosler.
Louise had no idea what time it was, she had no idea where her friends and band mates were, and she had no idea what drink she had in her hand, through she had a strange feeling that it was a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka.
The ground was a bit wobbly underneath her feet, the flashing lights, and hot sweaty atmosphere inside of the night club, did not help her drunken state. Despite this, she held onto the bottle tight, took a long swig, and continued dancing.
"If you got jack in your cup,
Go raise it up
Go raise it up
Go raise it up
If you ain't got enough,
Go fill it up
Go fill it up
Go fill it up"
Louise felt someone come up behind her, so she did the only thing her drunken self could think of, and started grinding against him. She could feel his penis go hard in his pants, making her even more excited. She took another swig of vodka, and turned to face the boy.
"I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón,
I wanna girl on my lap and a jägerbomb;
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And I'ma make it rain on the girl who serves me"
She couldn't really tell who he was, or if he was attractive or not. She squinted her eyes to see if she could make out any proportions, but the only thing she could see was that he was about her height, and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
Louise shrugged, and raised her eyebrows, she liked blonde hair and blue eyes on guys, maybe she'd get lucky and get laid.
"I drink a fifth of vodka till it's gone
And if it feels so good then it can't be wrong
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And we be taking shots and if not you nerdy"
"Hey," she heard him slur.
She smiled, he was just as drunk as she was.
"Hey," she repeated (or at least she thought she did).
Without warning, she wrapped her empty arm around his waist, pulled him in, and thrusted against him.
"We only leave a pre-party to go party some more
I'm already shit faced before I walk in the door
This girl's rubbin on my leg, I never met her before
And now she's making her way down to my gentleman sword"
If Louise was going to be honest, she couldn't dance, she hated dancing. But if there was one thing she was good at, it was grinding with a guy, and making him hard. Whether she was drunk or sober, she could never fail at the one thing she did so well.
The guy she was grinding with put both his hands on her waist and buried his face in the nape of her neck. The simple sensation of his warm breath against her neck was enough to turn her on.
"W-what's your name?" she heard him ask.
She raised her eyebrows, "what makes you think I'm going to tell you that?"
He pulled back, and smiled slyly, "why not?"
"I never tell people my name."
"Really? Not even the people who want to sleep with you?"
Louise smirked, "especially not the people who want to sleep with me."
"Might be the drugs talking or the shots of patron
But these bitches look like models and they're ready to bone
I'll take 'em back to my parents' house, we'll be home alone
Slapin chicks and have 'em yelling like Macaulay Culkin"
Without warning, he cupped the back of her head, and tugged on her hair. Pulling her head back so that he could have access to her neck. She groaned, both from the pain and from pleasure.
She didn't stop him as his lips left kisses on her neck, some more aggressive than others. Louise bit her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from moaning, but this proved to be hard; having her neck kissed was one of her biggest turn ons.
She ran her free hand through his hair, surprised by the softness of it. Part of her wanted to laugh, what boy has hair this soft?
This thought quickly left her mind when he began sucking on her neck. Excitement ran through her, making her head even more dizzy than it already was. She couldn't help her moans this time, and if she was going to be honest with herself (which she usually never was) she didn't want to. Plus, she could feel him getting harder and harder the louder she moaned.
"She's tearing it up
Yeah she's dancing her ass off
This girl's like a Mac the way she's riding my laptop
I'm trying to get my rocks off so don't try to cockblock
I'll grab my sawed off and I'll blow your cock off"
"Fuck," he breathed, as he gently wrapped his hand around her neck, gently stroking the hickey he had given her, with his thumb.
"Do you want-" he gulped, obviously nervous. Louise found this extremely hilarious.
"Do I want to what?" She asked, trying to keep herself from burping (or worse) in his face.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
Louise's lips grew into a smile that filled her face. Her heart leaped, not being able to help but feel successful.
She leaned into his ear, her lips ghosting his skin, "lead the way."
Before Louise could even blink, this guy that she didn't even know the name of, had grabbed her wrist, and had practically dragged her out of the night club.
Outside, the cold, brisk air hit Louise hard. If she wasn't already drunk and falling over inside the night club, then she definitely was now.
She gripped his arm hard, and rested her head against his shoulder, to any stranger they probably looked like a couple. Or friends, or at least someone that she was familiar with, but through her drunken brain, she couldn't really process that she was going home with a complete stranger. Despite her adventurous personality, and willingness to have sex, she had actually never slept with anyone while drunk (well, anyone who wasn't Logan).
She pushed this thought out of her mind, and tried to erase Logan's face-which occasionally proved easier said than done- and followed the mysterious boy into a limousine. At least she hoped it was a limo, at this point she had began doubting if everything around her was real and not just some drunken dream or hallucination.
"You know we drink so much
We getting drunk for weeks
We drink so much goose,
We turning into geese
Me and my crew flap a V through VIP
These bitches play my skin flute like they're Kenny G"
Inside of the limo, Louise noticed that she was still carrying the bottle of vodka, so she did the only thing she could think of: she decided to chug it.
The boy beside her looked at her with wide eyes, as she chugged the whole thing down without taking a break. When she was done, she lowered the bottle and started coughing violently, her throat feeling like it had caught fire.
"Wow," he said, when she finally finished coughing and had threw the bottle onto the ground.
"What?" she burped, her head suddenly spinning again.
"That…was amazing."
She gave him an amused look, and laughed. "Ha!"
They both looked at each other for a brief moment. The tension filling the air, Louise being able to notice this boy's hard penis through his pants, and him not being able to look anywhere else but Louise's plump red lips.
Louise licked her lips and that was enough to send him into a frenzy. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. Their lips colliding without warning, and their hands exploring each other's hot and sweaty bodies.
"I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón,
I wanna girl on my lap and a jägerbomb;
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And I'ma make it rain on the girl who serves me
I drink a fifth of vodka till it's gone
And if it feels so good then it can't be wrong
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And we be taking shots and if not you nerdy"
He pulled away from her lips and began biting, and sucking on her neck again. She threw her head back and let out an intoxicating moan. His hands moved from her waist, and up to her breasts, squeezing them, and then aggressively trying to pull her shirt down.
"Hey," he groaned.
"What?" she answered, as her heart hammered.
"Would you be mad if I ripped your shirt off?"
"Do whatever you want, just fuck me," she ordered.
He did as he was told, and ripped her shirt off, to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Nice," he said before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
Louise gripped his hair and pulled, "fuck!"
"If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up
If you ain't got enough, go fill it up
If you had too much, don't throw it up
And if you ain't got shit, throw your hands up
Get gone with it, there's nothin' wrong with it.
Take shots, don't stop, sing along with it.
I wanna feel you bounce, girl go up and down.
Take shots, won't stop till I'm passin' out."
By this time, the limo had stopped, and they were both trying to get out of the limo without falling flat onto their faces.
Louise was so drunk, and so horny that she didn't realize that the house this boy was leading her into was a mansion. Not that it really would've mattered to her anyway. All she wanted was sex, and possibly some food after.
Once inside the house, Louise didn't have much chance to look around. The boy whose name Louise still hadn't bothered to ask, had pushed her against the wall, while trying to unzip her jeans.
Meanwhile, Louise pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing his neck, and then down to his chest. She ran her hands down his sides and was surprised, and pleased to feel his firm muscles against her finger tips.
"Girl get down, you can have more,
and you can shake your hips around on my man sword.
You're gonna have to rock this house, I'm your landlord.
So let your sweat drip down on the dance floor."
Once he had unzipped her jeans, and pulled them off, he wasted no time in slipping his hand down her panties, and start to slowly rub her clit.
Louise gripped both sides of his waist, and leaned her head back into the wall, allowing her spine to curve at the pleasure that went down her spine.
"Ugh," she groaned, "fuck me!"
He immediately stopped playing with her clit, grabbed of her thighs and pulled her up. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. She kissed his neck over and over, as he carried her onto the couch and continuing on their drunken night.
The next day, Louise has woken up to the sun shining in through three wall sized windows. She groaned, and ran a hand through her hair, her head pounding aggressively in her head.
"Damn," she said to herself, "this is going to be one hell of a hangover."
She sat up on the couch she had been lying on, and saw that there was a knitted blanket draped over her.
"What the hell is this?" She looked down at the knitted blue blanket with utter confusion, she had never seen that blanket before. Why was it on top of her.
Suddenly, she became aware of her unfamiliar surroundings. She gasped as she looked around the foreign living room. It was at this time that she remembered that she had gone home with a boy that she didn't even know the name of, and she never told him her name either.
God, how could she be so stupid? Well, she knew she had made stupid decisions but she never thought that she would ever make one quite like this one. Yeah, she slept around but never after a first meeting.
She gasped again when she realized that she was completely naked.
"Ugh! Where did my clothes go?" She looked around the room, and saw that her clothes were no where to be found. Or at least, not any where that she could see. She had also remembered that she had let this boy completely rip her shirt.
"Aw man, that was one of my favourite shirts," she leaned back down onto the couch, trying to think of a strategy for the best way to make it out of the situation.
Okay, calm down, Louise, she thought. Okay, all you have to do is find this guys bedroom, go into his closet and just find a t-shirt and some boxers. It's that simple, and then you can run out of here without making a scene. Ugh, but how the fuck am I supposed to find his bedroom?! This house is huge!
Louise sat back up, and looked around the room again, this time noticing magazine covers of Boyz 4 Now framed and nailed onto the wall.
Louise raised her eyebrows and chuckled. Ha! That's weird, this guy's got a huge obsession with Boyz 4 Now, what a nerd! The next thing she noticed was that there were tons of framed pictures of Boo Boo. That she could somewhat get behind, seeing as she had never grown out of loving Boo Boo (or at least, his face. Her taste in music had expanded quite a bit).
She rolled her eyes, and kicked the blanket off of her; about to go for a scavenger hunt to find this guy's bedroom. She stopped in her tracks, and gasped when she saw that he was laying asleep on the floor right beside the couch.
He was butt naked, and had nothing to cover him, no blanket, no sheet, nothing. The poor sucker didn't even have a pillow. His face was smooshed into the carpet, and his body laid motionless on his belly.
Louise's eyes widened in fear. Not because there was a naked boy laying on the floor beside her, but because she had no idea what to do.
She ran a hand through her hair in frustration, and looked around the room, hoping that she would find the answer somewhere. When she didn't, she looked back down at the boy.
Despite his face being plastered against the floor, he was actually really good looking. His hair, thick, blonde, soft looking. His body very pale but also free from any imperfection. Louise smiled softly when she remembered noticing his blue eyes the night before.
Well, at least I didn't have sex with someone ugly last night. She sat back into the couch and looked around the picture of Boyz 4 Now and of Boo Boo. She wrinkled her eyebrows, and then looked back down at the boy on the floor, and then back at the pictures. She did this several times until finally, her brain put two and two together.
She practically jumped back, "holy fuck!" she quickly covered her mouth, as her outburst caused the boy to stir in his sleep. She froze, staring at him, hoping that he wouldn't wake up.
When he didn't, she slowly lowered her hands, but kept her eyes locked onto him.
"I fucked Boo Boo…" her voice shook. "I…fucked…Boo Boo…"
This time, she didn't stop herself from springing up from the couch, swiftly jumping over Boo Boo's sleeping body, and running to find the closest bathroom.
It took her a lot longer than it should have, but she eventually found a huge ass bathroom (which she soon realized had a heated floor), and looked into the mirror.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay….Louise think! Okay, you could quickly leave, or you could stay here! I'm sure your younger self would've loved being in this situation! Ugh! Shut up stop thinking so stupidly!"
She put her hands on the sink, trying to keep herself standing up. She probably shouldn't have moved so quickly, she began feeling a little light headed, and her stomach was churning.
"Oh, I know! Grab your phone, call Gene tell him to come save you!" And that's when she realized, that she was completely naked and had no idea where her phone was.
"FUCK!"
She looked into the mirror, and began to study her facial features a little too hard. God, she looked hungover. Her hair was disheveled, her skin was pale, and not in a good way, there was bags under her eyes. She began to think about how she had found herself in that night club anyway.
Her and her band (which consisted of Gene, Regular sized Rudy, Jessica, and herself) had just finished playing at a music festival. They played on a free stage, but it was better than nothing. Afterwards, Louise decided that it would be fun to go to a night club and get drunk, she refused to admit that she was still hurt about Logan and just wanted to get her mind off of things. She knew that if she told her bandmates that, then they would never agree to go. So after some persuading, they all decided to humour her, and one thing led to another, and now she was standing in a famous pop star's bathroom, rethinking all of her life decisions.
"Fuck you Logan Berry Bush, this is all your fucking fault."
A firm knock on the door was what brought Louise back into reality, and back into her situation where, despite whose fault it was, she had to get herself out of.
She jumped back from the door, staring at the door knob as if it was about to attack her.
A knock sounding again, and she took another step back.
"I know you're in there, it's okay, you can come out, I have your phone."
Louise wrinkled her eyebrows, "umm, what?"
"I have your phone," Boo Boo repeated. "I charged it for you after you passed out last night, I was just wondering if you wanted it?"
Louise looked around, kind of wondering if this was some kind of joke. "Uhh, I know this is awkward, and I don't want you to think that I was looking through your phone or anything but uh, Gene and Jessica keep messaging you…They sound kinda worried…"
Louise tip toed to the door, and rested her hand on the door knob. Should I open it? She thought. Well, of course you should open it, dummy. He has your cell phone.
Louise closed her eyes, gripped the door knob, and opened it. When she opened her eyes, Boo Boo stood in front of her, blue eyes, and bright smile just as beautiful and hypnotizing as she remembered.
"Hey, hope I didn't startle you," he said with ease, despite also being butt naked. "I just heard you come into the bathroom, and wanted to give you your phone so you wouldn't be too freaked out." He said, the smile on his face never faltering. He handed the phone to her, she very cautiously took it from him.
"Yeah…thanks."
His smiled somehow managed to grow bigger, "no problem, hey…you look familiar do I know you?"
Louise rolled her eyes and scoffed, "well, you did fuck me last night."
"Oh yeah! That was fun wasn't it?"
"Umm, yeah…"
"But that's not how I know you, is it?"
Louise sighed, remembering the time she had hid in his tour bus, and the time she kept those annoying girls from throwing up on him.
"No, that's not how you know me."
"Well, then how do I know you?"
Without warning, she brought her hand up and slapped him as hard as she could.
She wasn't surprised when he looked back at her, excitedly. "Oh my god! How are you?! It's been suck a long time!"
She chuckled, folded her arms across her chest, and looked down at her feet. "It sure has hasn't it? I'm okay, you?"
"Oh, I'm so good! I just started recording a new album!"
Louise nodded, and smiled, not really sure what she should say. She gripped her phone, and sighed. "Well, thanks for the lovely night, and thanks for charging my phone for me, but I'm going to call my brother and ask him to pick me up."
"Oh, don't do that! I'll drive you home!"
"Umm, pardon me?"
"I'll drive you home it's the least I can do! Oh! But we should stop for breakfast first, I am starving!"
"Kay, but why would you do that?"
"Isn't that what girls like after sex? Food? Also, we did have sex last night and I don't want you to be taking the walk of shame alone, you are worth more than just a one-night stand."
Louise felt her cheeks grow pink, she wrapped a strand of her behind her ear, and cleared her throat. "Oh, um, well, thanks."
"Oh, and I'm so sorry about your shirt! I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight, I'll let you borrow one of mine, I have your jeans though!"
He ran away, leaving Louise standing in the bathroom alone and in confusion. He quickly returned with her jeans and panties nicely folded, and with a grey t-shirt.
"I'm just going to go get changed okay?" He said with a smiled, before kissing her cheek, and ran (what she assumed) upstairs to go get changed.
She was ready when he returned, and she admitted that he was looking a lot better than she was. He didn't even look hungover at all, meanwhile she definitely looked like she had drunk sex last night.
He took her hand in his, walked her to his car, and opened the door for her.
She gave him a questioning look, but got into his car.
He got into the driver's side and began driving, annoying pop music playing loudly through his stereo.
Louise groaned and rolled her eyes, "could you please turn this down?"
Boo Boo did turn it down, which surprised her, but she was please nonetheless.
"What's wrong? Do you not like pop music?"
Louise shook her head, "not overly."
"Okay, well, what's your favourite type of music?"
"Metal," she replied happily.
Boo Boo's raise his eyebrows, "Metal? Really?"
Louise nodded, "yeah, I'm actually the lead singer of a metal band."
Boo Boo shook his head and laughed, "I never would've guessed, especially since you sneaked into my tour bus all those years ago."
Louise groaned again, and felt her entire face go red. "You still remember that?"
"Of course I remember that! It was odd, not to mention that all you wanted to do was slap me."
"Kay, I had no idea how to control my feelings at the time, I was 9!"
"Oh, and how old are you now?"
"19."
"Ahh, so you're underage."
Louise froze, "what?"
"How did you get into the club last night? You're not legal drinking age."
Louise folded her arms across her chest, "well, no. But did you know that in Canada the legal drinking age is 19?!"
Boo Boo chuckled, "yeah, but we're not in Canada now, are we?"
"Umm, well, no."
He chuckled again, "don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
Boo Boo ended up taking her to a diner, that stood on the side of the highway, practically in the middle of nowhere.
"Wow, if I didn't know any better I would say you were trying to take to a secluded place to kill me," Louise joked as she climbed out of the car.
"Please," Boo Boo scoffed as he closed the car door, "if I wanted to kill you, I would've done it by now."
There weren't many people inside of the diner, which was completely fine by Louise, it was small, comfy, and the smell of pancakes and bacon swirled up Louise's nose, practically causing her to drool.
"God, I'm hungry," she whispered.
Boo Boo turned to look at her, "well, this place is definitely the place to go then."
Boo Boo led Louise to a booth near the end of the diner, away from any windows.
"I don't like sitting by windows, paparazzi is everywhere."
Louise nodded, "must be tough."
"Oh, you have no idea!"
They both ended up ordering blueberry pancakes, with a side of bacon, and a big glass of orange juice.
Once the waitress had gone away with their orders written down, Boo Boo flashed Louise a smile. "Guess, we're a match made in heaven."
Louise laughed, both nervously and bashfully, "yeah…"
"So," Boo Boo started, "what were you doing in the club last night?"
She shrugged, "my band and I had just finished a gig at a music festival. I thought it'd be fun to go to a club."
"Yeah? Why a club?"
"Uhh, I don't know? I wanted to get drunk I guess?"
"Do you usually get drunk?"
"Umm, lately, more than usual, yeah." Louise had no idea why she was being so honest with him. Yeah, she fangirled over him all the time when she was a kid, but she barely even knew the guy.
"Hmm, is it a boy?"
The question took her completely off guard. "What?"
"Is it a boy?" he repeated. "Or I guess, is it a boy that is making you want to get drunk?"
Louise bit her bottom lip, "something like that."
"Hmm," He didn't seem shocked, or offended, which relieved Louise. "Tell me about it."
He folded his hands onto the table, and leaned in, looking genuinely curious.
"Uhhh, okay… Well, we weren't dating or anything, but I guess you could say I was in love with him. He wasn't in love with me though, I was just his booty call. We were friends with benefits, and we had fun together…I don't know, I was just way too in love, and then he left."
"Hmm," Boo Boo nodded, showing that he understood everything that she had said. "Well," he said after a while of processing her words. "He's missing out, you seem great."
Louise didn't stop herself from smiling like an idiot, "yeah, thanks."
When they finished their breakfast, Boo Boo drove her back to the motel that her and her band were staying at. Before she was able to get out of the car, Boo Boo handed her a piece of paper with the name "Bradley Bosler" on it and a number.
Louise looked down at it, confused. "What's this?"
Boo Boo flashed her another smile, "my number."
Louise was taken aback, "wait, your real name is Bradley Bosler?"
"Well yeah, what? Did you think Boo Boo was my real name?"
"Umm, well no but-"
"Look, I really enjoyed my time with you, not just the sex but the talks we had during our drive, and at the diner. I just hope that we could continue talking and perhaps meet up sometime?"
Louise smiled, "well, I'm not from California, I live in Maryland."
"Hey, I play shows in Maryland! Plus, I'm rich I can go there whenever I want!"
"Yeah? Then I better see you there sometimes!"
"You can count on it!"
"Good!"
They chuckled, and before she got out, she leaned in and kissed him.
"Thanks," she said when she pulled back. "For the sex, for the shirt, for the ride, and of course for the food."
"Hey, it's my pleasure, I'll see you around."
"See you around," Louise said, climbed out of the car, and watched him drive away.
A loud doorbell was what finally woke Louise up from her deep sleep. Her phone beside her vibrated, she picked it up and read a text from Bradley.
I'm here :) I'm outside