Lucky 13

At around 11pm my mom headed off to bed after we had wrapped up a debate on whether or not season three or four were artistically better. As in artistically better I mean that my last words were:

"Honestly mom, that beard annoyed the shit out me! If he EVER grows it again I will refuse to cut his hair!"

My mom had to have the last laugh as she shut the guestroom door, "I agree, season three was his prime… every man looks good in their 30's."

30's…. I sighed as I walked back over to the couch and picked up our mess.

I hid all evidence of our movie night and placed the T.V. conveniently on the Lifetime channel.

I went into the bedroom and checked my cell phone. No one had called me so I decided to get changed for bed and brush my teeth. Criss had cancelled that nights show a head of time, I wasn't too sure why he had. I just knew I wasn't scheduled to work that day. I figured it was for some odd reason or another. Maybe he scheduled in a break knowing he'd need one. Who knows? I was just happy to have the day off with my mom.

I stretched out on the bed and sighed as I drummed my fingers on my stomach. I wasn't tired at all. It was only 11:39pm. Reaching across the bed I scooped up Criss's I-pod and plugged it into my ears. Nine Inch Nails blaring half way through my skull and I jumped trying to turn the volume wheel down. Hammy batted at my right elbow and looked up at me curiously. I scratched under his chin as I sang along not bothering how terrible my voice probably was. Hammy didn't seem to seem as long as I kept caressing him.

At about 20 after midnight Criss came barreling in seeming a bit intoxicated. He nearly ran sideways into the door frame and then chuckled at his own behavior. I pulled the headphones out and sat up.

"Hey, have a few too many?" I laughed watching him take off his leather jacket off.

He nodded as he draped it over the end of the bed. "It was Sully's birthday, I nearly forgot until he called. That made me feel like shit."

"That's why we have today off!" I gasped.

Criss ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know. I marked it off and everything… I can't believe myself…"

"Did you get him anything?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! I had gotten him a Chopper awhile back for an early birthday present. Thank God! I just can't believe it slipped my mind!" He rubbed his forehead as he stood up.

I followed him to the bathroom continuing the conversation.

"Well, you've been really busy babe. Shit happens… I'm SURE he understood." I assured him.

Criss stripped into his boxer briefs and yawned a bit. "I hope so."

"So did you have fun?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, a lot. I cut the night short because Costa and JD are flying in from New York tomorrow with my mom, I figured it would be a good opportunity for our families to meet." He explained while he brushed his teeth.

Smiling, I kissed his cheek. "Aw, I'm so excited!"

"They should be here around 10am." He replied between rinsing his mouth out.

"Great! I haven't seen them in ages! So, did Sully get smashed?" I wondered.

He laughed as he flipped the bathroom light off. "Not as bad as he usually does. We saw a shit ton of people there though."

"Like who?" I questioned as we crawled into bed.

He shrugged. "A few random bands, like Cell Dweller and of course the rest of God Smack, Korn, Carrot Top, some magicians we both know, Paris Hilton stopped by, Pam Anderson…" He paused to laugh. "Fuck… a LOT of people. Holly dropped in for about an hour, who else? Oh!" He bit at his thumb. "Lindsay gave her regards."

I rolled my eyes and pulled the bed spread higher to my collar bone. "Did she? Tell her to get bent!"

Criss narrowed his eyes at me and replied, "The situation wasn't brought up until Paris chimed in about it."

"Paris…" I snickered.

God, she's a slut.

"Yeah, she said something like, 'let's keep you away from glass table's Linds, we don't want any more accidents!' and then Lindsay said, 'or black eyes!' and she turned to me elbowed my side. So I just laughed it off. I wasn't sure what else to say. Other than that it was dropped." He replied still chewing on his thumb.

"I see… we'll, I'm glad you had a good time." I laid back and went to turn out the light but he grabbed my arm.

"What's wrong?" He questioned seriously.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." I obviously lied.

He groaned a bit and shook his head. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"Why?"

"Because, you're pissy now and it's bullshit!" He fluffed his pillow angrily.

I sighed and successfully shut the off light without his interruption.

"I'm not pissy I'm just not in the mood to hear about sluts and bleach blonde overly paid morons." I snapped.

Criss turned his back my way and waved his hand in the air. "Whatever. Like I said, I shouldn't have brought it up…"

I yawned tired of foolish conversation and replied. "Goodnight."

He waved his hand once more and set it down on the mattress. I took that as a goodnight?

~*~

The next morning I woke up to Criss's cell phone ringing. I stretched and felt around for him. Then I realized he was in the shower by the water noise in the background.

"Hello?" I answered.

All I wanted was for the annoying ring tone to shut up and let me slumber in peace.

"Hello? May I speak with Criss?" A very familiar female voice replied.

I couldn't match her voice with a face but for reason it made my stomach flip. Instantly I was awake.

"I'm sorry he's busy at the moment but I'd be more than happy to take your name and number?" I offered with my cheek still buried in the pillows.

"May I ask who this is?" She came back.

I paused for a minute not too sure how I should respond. "I'm his personal hairstylist. He left his phone in his dressing room." I tired to sound believable.

"Oh," She laughed. "Sounds like him alright. Yeah, please just tell him that Lindsay called when you get the chance. I hate to bother him but I left my purse in his Lambo last night. Thanks so much!"

My stomach did another flip, this time a 180 degree.

"Will do Lindsay." I swallowed as I hung up.

Criss never said anything about giving Lindsay a ride last night. I was so confused. If anything it didn't even sound like it was Sully's birthday! What if he had made the whole entire thing up and taken Lindsay out? I sighed and listened to the water again.

I was going to solve this myself very easily. I searched though Criss's phone and dialed Sully.

"Sup?" He answered.

"Hey Sully!" I cheerfully replied.

"Oh, sorry. Hey 13!" He laughed.

"I hate to bother you if you're busy right now… but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday!" I said excitedly.

Sully paused. "This early?!" He chuckled.

I closed my eyes tightly and then felt my grip tighten on the phone.

"13?" He broke my thought.

"I'm sorry Sully, Criss has a LOT of explaining to do." I sighed.

"Shit, did I fuck it up for him?" He said feeling guilty.

"No… don't worry… you cleared a lot of things up. Don't bring this up to him though." I replied.

"I won't." He swore.

When I hung up with Sully I set his phone back down on the nightstand and contemplated my options. I decided that kicking in the bathroom door was the only way to go. I turned the handle and pressed into the door so forcefully with my side I ended up jamming myself into the bathroom counter. My arm knocked over a can of aerosol hairspray and his electric razor onto the floor.

"Shit!" Criss shouted from inside the shower. He flung open the glass door and peered at me questionably.

"Babe, you alright?" He asked while he grabbed his heart and checked me over for damage.

Well, that entrance failed epically…

"I'm fine…" I sighed trying to ignore the stinging sensation in my hip.

Criss narrowed his eyes at me and cut the shower off. I picked up the scattered items that I had knocked over while he draped himself with a towel.

"What's wrong?" He sat down on the toilet seat.

I folded my arms and rested my head against the shower door.

"Call Lindsay back…" The words spat out of me rather matter of fact.

He tapped his bare foot on the tile and replied, "Ok. I will."

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" I nearly choked.

He nodded. "Why?"

Our eyes met for what seemed be a long moment and I searched through his trying to see past his evident lies but all I found were colors off brown and speckles of green.

"Are you sure, you have NOTHING else to tell me?" I asked again his eyes still caught in mine.

He raised an eyebrow and replied. "No, I don't."

He truly was a mind freak or just one damn good liar.

"Then fuck you!" I stormed out not bothering with dramatic another failed door slamming.