*&^%$#!*&^%$#!MAGGIE!#$%^&*!#$%^&*
I rolled over, groaning at the sound of something pounding against wood. What? The? Fuck? I lifted my head, the room completely dark and blurry. The sound came again. I turned over to see the glowing blue numbers. 10:09 am. Ten am? I sleepily grinned, I loved the idea I got for blocking out the damn sun, tin foil. The banging repeated.
What the hell? I growled and rolled off the bed, falling on my ass. I was to lazy to fucking jump out of bed. I stumbled through the house toward to the sound of knocking coming from the front door. If it was Stevie forgetting her fucking keys again, I was gonna frog her on the boob.
I threw open the door, to stare wide-eyed. Black straitened hair, brown eyes and tattoos. Swoon mother fucking swoon. Today he was sporting tight weathered jeans and a vans t-shirt with badass neon trainers. I smiled, my cheeks slightly burning. Craig fucking Mabbitt was on my porch!
He looked me over and coughed uncomfortably. I followed his eyes. Fuck, I pulled a Stevie. I was only in Invader Zim panties and my New Moon shirt. My face felt on fire. Fuck. Shit. Mother fucking. CRAP!
"Hold on…" I bolted to my room and yanked my discarded pink gym shorts and looked in my vanity mirror. No fucking make-up. My hair was a mess. I pulled it back into a low nub-tail and booked it back to the front door. Craig was still there, a smirk on his lips. I gestured him inside.
"Can I ask why you decided to wreck my beauty sleep?" I asked in a cutely soprano voice as I padded into the kitchen to grab a frappacinno from the fridge. I handed him one as well.
"Didn't mean to wake you. How late do you sleep in?"
"I wasn't. I work nights. Nine to four at The Gurney. Waitress."
He nodded and we flopped down on the couch. I pulled my knees into my chest. He eyed my little toes. They were painted glittery silver. He chuckled under his breath. I grabbed the remote to our tricked out sound system and let the Lostprophets consume us.
"Anyways, I just wanted to…" he trailed off.
"Wanted to what?" I asked.
He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. What the hell is wrong with him? I raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I like this band."
Oh-kay… Subtle subject change…
"Me too… Hence why I bought it…"
This wasn't awkward.
"I, um, noticed how face-melting you played last night, I was wondering if you'd have a career planned around that?"
"Eh. Stevie and me want to get a band, but we need a drummer… And a lead singer."
"You never tried?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why the interrogations?"
He ripped his eyes from mine. What the fuck is up with him? Does he work for the government? Shit I should delete my frostwire account. Illegal music is a federal crime these days…
I didn't sing because I didn't want to suck at it in front of a bunch of fucking emos.
"Sing for me?" he asked, turning back to meet my gaze.
"Why?"
"Just try…"
"I can't. I suck balls." That didn't come out how I thought… He just fucking laughed!
"Humor me… Please."
I huffed. "Whatever it's your ears…"
I cut off the music and cleared my throat, wincing at the damn frog stuck there. My stomach flopped. Why was he making feel like a giddy thirteen year old? Oh, yeah he's a fucking rock god.
If i
was beautiful like you If i was beautiful like
you But that can never
be If i was beautiful like you But that can
never be Beautiful If i was beautiful like you That
can never be beautiful like me
all the things I would do
Those not so
blessed
would be crying out murder
And I'd just laugh
And
get away with it too
Like you do
I would never be at fault
I would walk in the rain
between
the raindrops
Bringing traffic to a halt
that will never, never be
Coz I'm not beautiful like
you
I'm beautiful like me
I'd
be quick to assume
They'd do anything to please me
At night I
see their reaction
when you walk into the room
that will never, never be
'cause I'm not beautiful
like you
I'm beautiful like me
beautiful like
me
like me
like me
I'd
have so many friends
Always fighting for my time
to be next in
line
So if i hurt one
i wouldn't have to make amends
that will never, never be
Coz I'm not beautiful
like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like
you
I'm beautiful like me
beautiful
like me
I'm beautiful like me
I'm beautiful like me
I didn't realize my eyes were closed until they blinked open. I looked at him, ready to cringe when he would run, screaming how I made his ears bleed.
He didn't.
He was silent, a smile playing at the corners of his heartbreaking lips.
"Wow." He breathed.
My eyes widened a little at the closeness of our faces.
"That bad?"
"What? No! It was perfect. But Shirley Manson isn't hardcore enough for you."
Oh-kay…
"Do you write lyrics?"
I was hesitant to answer. "…Yes?"
"If we get you a drummer, would you trust me enough to say you should sing lead?"
What?! Me? Queen of glass breaking?
"I don't know. Stevie doesn't even know. The only place I sing is in the shower." Did I really just confess that?
He chuckled nervously, adjusting himself. What's up with him?
"Just set up some audition flyers and get a drummer. See if you can play at your work and just sing, I know you'd kick ass."
I gave an skeptical smile and sighed. "Deal, but you guys have to come that night. And buy us some fucktastic liquor."
He laughed. "Deal."
I had the sudden urge to crawl into his lap and seal the accord with a searing kiss, maybe an oral fix. I wonder if that would be too forward? Maggs, he's got a kid. So! Go ahead.
I took in a breath, deciding a kiss to the cheek would probably be more appropriate.
My cheeks turned a violent shade, I'm sure.
He blinked then stared at my lips. I started trembling, getting easily overheated.
KISS HIM, YOU DUMB ASS BITCH! HE WANTS TO DO THE NASTY! IT'S CRAIG MABBITT! HE WANTS TO GET IN THOSE ITTY BITTY SHORTS!
I'm
afraid, to be alone And
you'll be amazed
I'm afraid, that one day you'll find out
At the secrets i keep
You'll be amazed
At
my mouth full of lies
I'm too afraid to come clean
My life's
still free in the house of cards
I blinked, hearing Madina Lake coming from the coffee table. I glanced down. My iPhone. Who the fuck is calling me?! I will drain the mother fuckers blood and bath in it!
I answered, scowling.
"Maggs?"
"Tyler?"
"Hey, you answered. I tried you the past week."
I groaned, there was a reason I turned my damn phone off. That reason was called Tyler Roth.
"What do you want? I'm kinda busy."
"Just telling you I'm in Vegas this weekend, maybe I could come over. I miss you Maggie."
I rolled my eyes. "Sure you do. Whatever. If you do, bring some Smirnoff and Malibu."
"Done. The Address?"
I gave him the address and sighed.
"See you Friday Beautiful." Another roll eye.
We said our goodbyes and I tossed my phone back on the table, muttering "prick".
Craig just raised an eyebrow.
"An ex. He wants to visit. Were sort of friends."
He nodded then stretched. "Well, I gotta go. The studio calls. You should come with sometime. Maybe record something…" he suggested.
"Maybe," I said unconvinced.
"Remember our deal."
I huffed, but complied. He stole a starbucks frappacinno from the fridge before heading out.
Let fucking Tyler ruin a perfect fucking moment!
I grumbled my way back to my room, kicking off my shots and disappearing under my bright blue comforter. Why didn't I just ignore Madina Lake?
Wow, Maggs can't catch a break
R&R please
Luna