Deema's hunger could only be described as an aching thrull in the pit of her stomach that could only be satisfied with food. The minute she awoke from her bear-like slumber, she could feel her organs beg for some sort of nourishment that they were rejected. She rolled from her bed, making a mad dash for the kitchen. The blonde's body wasn't even fully awake, yet she still trudged down the steps as if the end of the world was near.
Before Deema could blink she was messily rummaging through the cabinets of the kitchen. Trying to find some food to ease her nauseating hunger. With a half conscious brain, she realized that they had yet to shop for groceries. The six rock stars, plus the managers, had been so busy in the past week, they hadn't had time to go buy food. All that was in the dark, wooden cabinets of the five star kitchen were ancient bags of chips, a few twinkie cases, and a snack cake.
The blonde shook her head while grabbing a large bag of BBQ potato chips. She popped a stale chip into her mouth after unrolling the crinkled bag. The flavor was still there, but the small potato piece felt like a thin slice of styrofoam in her mouth. it was displeasing, but at the same time satisfying to the burning churn in her body. The blue eyed female grabbed a glass of water before taking a seat at the large stone table.
Deema glanced at the clock. it was about five something in the evening, which meant she had managed to get 14 hours of sleep. She expected herself to be completely recharged with a possible composing all nighter.
A second later, Gil waltzed into the kitchen. He made his way towards the fridge and pulled out a soda. Once popping it open he turned to the blonde, "Hey, blondie."
"Uh, hey," the female chirped awkwardly.
it was weird, Gil had never talked to her. They never even shared a passing glance. Something in the keyboardist told her to relieve the awkward tension. Before she could speak, the blue haired male was was sitting next to her, ready to engage in a conversation.
"So I heard you went on a date with Goby," the male suggested with an obvious lack of interest.
The blonde shrugged, throwing another chip into her mouth, "I wouldn't call it a 'date'. i just wanted to go out, and he just so happened to be the only person awake at the time."
"Not a date, huh?"
Gil gave his usual smirk, which sent a chill down Deema's spine. it was so..devious. So devious she had an urge to backhand him for no reason in particular.
"Did you dress up," the male rock star asked calmly.
"Yeah," the girl tediously answered.
"Did he take you to someplace cool?"
"I suggested it, but yeah."
"Paid for food?"
"Yes."
"Talked or did something together," the band leader suggested.
Deema blushed, "Uh huh."
"Then it was a date."
Deema allowed the 'd' word to sink into her brain. Couples dated. The mere thought of her and her chocolate skinned crush becoming a couple made her shudder. in a good way, at least. After the situation with Ross, she had become celibate. But the minute Goby came by, she felt as if she would have to break the celibacy. He made her feel a certain way that made her appreciate being alive. Which had never happened before with anyone she was supposed to be close to. Well, any male she was supposed to be close to. Let's just say she didn't have a clear history when it came to boys.
The female sighed, "Gil, can you keep a secret?"
The male slipped an arm behind his back, crossing his fingers deviously before he answered, "Sure."
The curly haired beauty bit her lip before talking, "i've been feeling really weird lately. i tried talking to Molly, but she seems against it, and Oona's in her own world, so i have no one else to tell. You're the only one i can go to without being judged about it."
"Why don't you talk to Goby about your, uh, 'compromising emotions'," the blue haired singer suggested almost too innocently, "you guys have been really hitting it off."
"I can't talk to him because he's the reason why i'm feeling weird," the blonde ran her fingers through her golden locks, feeling her cheeks heat in the process, "He's just so amazing. i can't even explain how much of a good guy he is..."
"That's great and all, but why exactly should I care," the blue haired male raised an eyebrow, "shouldn't you be leaving your daydreams for your 'girlfriends' to figure out."
Deema willfully glared at Gil, "You're lucky to have the ability to trust any female, bucko. You better appreciate it while it lasts. Knowing how many skanks tried to steal your wallet the morning after, trust isn't exactly your fortè."
The leader's face paled, "Hey! How did you-?"
"Goby had a lot of stories to tell,"the girl then softened, "And..let's just say that i had some sort of..feelings for Goby. Just as an example! Do you..think he would... feel anything back?"
Gil couldn't believe what he was hearing. Deema actually liked his best friend. Not just liked, but by the look on her face, she appeared to have a love for him. But the one emotion that stuck out to him was lust. He could see it in her eyes. That bold, fire like twinkle that left him pondering the current where abouts of her mind. Not to mention her current physical state.
Being the womanizer that he is (and thanks to a lot of dedicated research due to too much spare time) he knew when a girl was turned on. He could tell this by just glancing at the blonde. Her back was arched, and her bottom lip was being constantly bitten. That plus the desirable look in her eye, and her crossed legs. The last characteristic that brought it all together was the red tint to her cheeks.
it was actually quite amusing to Gil to see her so flustered. it made her appear vulnerable, and the band leader loved nothing more. Before the male could say something teasing or intimidating, he heard a deafening screech come from his right, which turned out to come from Deema.
The girl shrieked as she hopped onto the cold, bare table. Looking frantically around the floor.
"Why are you screaming," the male bellowed loudly, nearly spilling his soda as he jumped.
"SPiDER!" The blonde shrieked this while pointing towards the floor.
The blue haired male darted his eyes to where the blonde was pointing. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a rather large, eight legged ball of fur inch around on the floor. it's size and appearance spooked him to the core. He himself let out a loud girlish scream and jumped onto the tall table. Sharing a fear of arachnids with the sassy blonde.
The two proceeded to scream and hold each other spastically. Thumps of footsteps could be heard approaching them. Goby frantically rushed into the kitchen, he skidded to a halt on the cold tiled floor.
"Who's screaming," the bassist questioned just as loudly.
The young adults on the table pointed in unison at the large arachnid that was still making its way across the clean floor.
Goby gave his best friend and crush equal looks of disappointment. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed a paper towel and crushed the large creature, throwing the dirty parcel in the nearest garbage bin.
"Come on, Deema! We have songs to write, remember? We can't waste any more time," the dark skinned male said firmly, crossing his arms tightly.
Deema's cheeks turned scarlet once again. She attempted to hop off the tall table, but Goby beat her to it. He quickly pulled her over his shoulder and carried her back to her room. This caused his explicit friend to snicker, only until he himself falling off the piece of furniture. Landing flat on his back, as well as knocking the wind out of his pale body.
Goby rolled his eyes at the sound of his friend hitting the ground. He then opened the door to Deema's bedroom, where he was already set up. Numerous blank music sheets sat on the messy mattress, while his bass and her mini keyboard sat side by side.
The dark skinned bassist placed the female on the ground, enabling her to run and dive back into her bed.
"Alrighty! Let's get started," Deema said this happily, then grabbed one of the marked pieces of papers, " so we have the starting harmony for this, correct?"
"Yup," Goby replied positively, "but it doesn't really sound right."
"What do you mean?"
The dark skinned male strummed the first few notes on his instrument, "if its a western song, I don't think a bass is the best thing to use just for the intro.
The female rubbed her chin in thought, "You have a point."
"How about throwing in a banjo?"
The blonde's ruffled curls bounced as she shook her head, "Sounds too Taylor Swift. We need something intense. We already have a beat on Oona's bass drum included with your part, part keyboard, and possibly a guitar. Now we need a sound to attract the listener's attention. Like if they hear it, they'll go 'Hey i know this song!'"
The dark skinned male pondered for a moment, snapping his fingers when a lightbulb flashed over his head, "What about a harmonica?"
Deema's facial features twisted in thought, "Harmonica, huh? That sounds pretty interesting I guess. We can work on that when we record."
The two only conversated for a few minutes on the song's beginning, not wanting to dawdle the little bit of time they had. As Deema's pencil worked on the small piece of paper she retrieved, Goby's fingers plucked fiercely at the strings on his bass. He wrote the sheet music, and attempted to figure out the intricate notes and melodies.
"Whats a good word for something that goes down?"
Goby paused his writing, and looked at the blonde with a confound expression.
His cheeks suddenly reddened, as his subconscious shamefully filled with promiscuous thoughts. Dammit..Gil was really starting to rub off on him.
"Something that goes down," the male repeated as he wracked his brain for an answer, "What do you mean?"
"Since we have the whole "youthful theme", I wanted to write about one of my bar experiences," the blue eyed beauty personally clarified, "The first part of the chorus is the line 'it's going down', like something is happening. Ijust need an example of something that goes down."
The simple riddle left both of them stumped. Stumped to the point where it took either of them many hours to think of a continuation of the stanza.
By the time 10 pm hit, the band mates were caught in a rut. Goby was halfway through the composition, while Deema was still at the beginning of her own lyrics.
Deema angrily sank her face into her hands, "UGH! These lyrics suck! All I ask for is a simple chorus, and I can't even think of one stupid verse!"
"You'll get it Deema, Goby complimented, giving her a kind, fabulous smile, "we're making great progress! This'll be done in no time!"
Deema slouched on her bed, becoming irritated with her own lack of creativity. She lay on her back, letting her wild golden curls hang over the edge. The pale girl allowed her blue eyes to close as she pondered of a solution for her issue. The girl allowed her 'creativity warrior' to dive even deeper into the recesses of her mind. Her eyes suddenly snapped open.
"Timber," the female mumbled, the word almost coming out in a strained whisper.
"What," the dark skinned male questioned, placing his pen down for a moment.
The female startlingly sat up, turning to her crush with sudden jubilance.
"Timber," she shrieked almost crazily, shaking the chocolate skinned male as if she were psychotic, "That's it!"
The female grabbed her lyric book as well as a pencil, taking no time to scribble out the previous words she attempted to conjure.
"I finally found what I needed," Deema jotted down her inspiration before it could possibly escape her grasp, "It's word play! Check this out!"
A orange fingernail pressed into the play button on Goby's laptop, which he had gotten a few hours prior to record small bits of their masterpiece. The beginning of the song had started, after a couple of moments, Deema began to confidently sing:
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
"I knew you could do it," the indigo haired male beamed, "that sounds amazing!"
Feeling confident, Deema grinned, "I know," she replied cockily, "And that's only the beginning!"
Goby felt his heart burst with proudness for his crush. He knew of her intelligence and creativity. Seeing her appear so giddy of her own thought process warmed his heart, "So what's next Ms. Lyric?"
"The song is pretty repetitive, so the chorus should be good for at least half of it, " blonde blonde tapped her chin, "Can you rap?"
Goby smirked, "Is the sky blue?"
"Awesome," Deema sat her lyric book into her lap on the mattress, rubbing her hands together maniacally, "Get ready for an all nighter, Gobes, because this is going to be epic."
And scene! Hey peeps! I had major writer's block while writing this, and i hope it didn't affect that doby part..i'm just glad i'm getting closer to the good parts! Summer is going by swimmingly! I'm actually having my sweet 16 party tommorow, so i wouldn't be able to update then because my day will be hectic. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Amber, out!