Seven: Died with You

When Bill had been told to bring whiskey and woman's clothing, size included, he wasn't overly surprised to find Chris and Sam sitting on the couch, Chris naked and the woman wrapped up in a sheet. "What… are you doing?" He asked curiously, then his eyes roamed to the ashtray, groaning. "You didn't…"

"Oh just him, I don't smoke." Weed or cigarettes. Not that he hadn't tried tempting her.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Billie boy. Might give yourself a stroke." Chris smirked, taking a hit from his joint and tapped the end of it lightly as the ash fell into the tray. He turned her head, blowing some of it in her face and then did smoke rings over her head, seeing the exasperation fill her eyes. "Sorry baby, couldn't resist."He stood up with her, smacked her backside and took the bag from Bill, leading her back to the bedroom. "What's that look for, old man?"

"Two nights in a row? And you're buying her shit?" Bill shook his head. "Don't need another scandal, Chris, keep that in mind."

Sam stopped listening, rifling through her purse until she found her cell. Which had been blown up by Maria, Paul and her mom. She did shoot Maria a quick text, reassuring her. She ignored the others.

"Calm down, Bill, everything is gravy. And since when do I get into scandals?" Not too often, which Chris patted himself on the back for. He was very professional, did what he was supposed to do and what he did behind closed doors, with others, was his business, nobody else. The media could be up his ass at times, but that was to be expected. "She's my woman, get over it."

"Your woman? She has a man and did you even ask her?"

"No," Bill had followed them back to the bedroom. "he told me."

"And your thoughts on this?"

"He'll forget about me soon enough." As soon as he left town actually, she figured she was a diversion.

Well, she wasn't entirely stupid.

"She has a boy trapped in a man's body, who doesn't even pleasure her the way she NEEDS to be." Chris had no filter, no fucks to give and pulled Samantha right back on his lap, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Whenever I'm in town, she's my woman and that's the way it's gonna be." They frequented this part of Florida a lot for concerts and whatnot – it was a perfect place to do them near the beach, where their age demographic could be reached.

Shaking his head, Bill gave Sam a sympathetic look. "I'm having the driver head back to the hotel. Are you actually planning on using your room tonight?"

Sam was trying to keep the sheet up, but he had pulled her so her ass was tugging it away from herself. "Wait… how am I getting home?" Not that it mattered, she was missing that morning flight. Maybe. Fuck.

"Why would you go home? I have a perfectly comfortable bed here and…" The look she shot him made Chris actually cringe on the inside, though he still held the smile on his face. "Alright – alright, I won't keep you kidnapped any longer. I had planned ravishing you all night long, but if you wanna go back to your dorm with your boring idiot boyfriend, I won't stop you." He kissed the top of her head and stood up, stepping out behind the curtains along with Bill. "Call a cab for her, Bill."

Nodding, Bill pulled his cell out, beginning to punch in the number only for Chris to stop him, cocking an eyebrow. "What? You just said to call a cab."

She was going back to her dorm to finish being 'sick', not with said idiot boyfriend. If he thought she was ill, he'd stay away for at least a week, just to avoid winding up sick as well. When the curtains opened, Sam looked up in time to see Chris coming at her, yelping when she landed on the bed. "Really?" She laughed, the black dress she had been about to put on now resting beside her head.

"You're not going anywhere, baby. You're staying here with me and you are going to that talent show tomorrow." Chris would be here throughout Spring Break and at the talent show; he would make sure she arrived on time to perform. If she didn't catch the flight home, well that wasn't his problem, it was hers and Samantha would deal with it. Hell, if her mother was as stubborn and conniving as he thought, she'd come here personally to get her and drag her home kicking and screaming. For now, however, she could stay with him as his body covered hers, his mouth on hers again.

Bill left the bus, after instructing the driver to head back to the hotel, shaking his head. Chris needed to come with a handbook, Sam was probably going to wish she had one. On the bright side, at least Chris was going to stick with one floozy this week and not several, that always led to interesting times.

"Relax baby, you're gonna be fine and that color on you is SMOKING." It was a deep sky blue, off the shoulder and went to mid-thigh. Chris had her hair done up and everything, along with her makeup. Samantha looked like a whole new woman, her lips glittering in the sunlight. He didn't dare kiss her, not wanting to ruin the image and instead kissed the crown of her head very lightly. The smell of hairspray was thick and strong, but it was the only way to get her hair to do what he wanted. "Deep breaths, you got this."

Samantha was BEYOND nervous. Chris had dressed her up like some over-sized sex doll, and she was terrified she was going to ruin whatever it was he had done to her hair and face. She spotted Maria and waved anxiously. The talent thing would run in three parts. Qualify today, Elimination rounds Monday, and finals Friday. Jesus she was nervous.

Maria had covered for Samantha, claiming she was throwing up all night long, after receiving the 'feigning illness' text the previous night. She knew exactly what to do and also knew Samantha would be entering the talent show instead of obeying her mother and Paul. "Go Sam!" She called out with a grin, seeing how nervous her friend was and hoped she didn't pass out on the stage.

Chris hoped so too as he took his seat at the judge's booth, waiting for the show to begin.

Bill just hoped Chris kept his ass in check. Being Sam's 'mentor' was all well and fine, if it got out they were bumping uglies, Sam could be pulled from the competition. He stood off with a group of people, watching the various locals come in and perform their talents, and then get judged. When Sam's turn finally arrived, he half-expected her to fall flat on her face.

Chris's eyes never left her as she stared out at the sea of people that had come and smiled as the music began. It was one of his songs, that shocked him since he didn't think Samantha liked any of his music. Leaning back in his seat, he shrugged as the other judges looked at him and then back up at the stage. It shouldn't come as a shock for the contestants not to sing his songs since they were well-known, popular and it'd been advertised he'd be here as a special judge. The moment the first note came from her mouth, Chris closed his eyes and relished in it.

Sam had listened to those Fozzy CDs she had bought and actually liked a song off the album "Do You Wanna Start A War", the 'Died With You' song. She was glad she had changed her selection because another woman had sang the song she had originally picked. That would have been bad. She had had to find a different key version of the instrumental because her voice and Chris' were in completely different ranges.

It worked well, the arrangement she picked out and how she sang the song. How the hell had she managed to do all of that in such a short amount of time? Samantha was an enigma and Chris found himself drawn to her even more, listening to her beautiful voice carry through the air. Her eyes were shut the entire time while she sang directly from her heart, and probably a healthy dose of fear.

Sam chugged down the water she was passed when she was backstage. The stage itself was really an open thing on the beach, with massive canvas tents for people to wait in. She hadn't seen her scores, but she was guessing she'd make it to the next round if the hug from Maria was any indication. Those who made it would be called sometime tomorrow, so… yay? What was harder to ignore were the cameras, she'd forgotten that this was being broadcast on some major music channel.

Luckily for Samantha, her parents never watched any of those channels and neither did Paul. He thought they were a waste of time. Paul was such a stick in the mud compared to Samantha, though she pretended to be one around him. Why she was still with him was beyond Maria. Samantha needed someone more spontaneous and exciting. Someone like the Rockstar who couldn't take his eyes off her throughout her entire performance. "If you don't make it to the finals, I'll be fucking shocked."

"Shut up, just shut up…" Samantha ordered, shaking her head. "I'm leaving, I'm starving!" And she hadn't eaten all day because of nerves. "And I need a shower, there is so much shit in my hair-"

"And your face. Since when do you wear make-up?"

Sam groaned, shaking her head. "Don't ask, okay." She already knew Chris was going to be busy with after shit for this gig, she was heading back to the dorm to get comfortable.

"You can't go home, you know that, right? You're in the semi-finals, probably the finals and you can't miss it. Paul was pissed when he came here this morning to get you. I lied to him and told him you'd been throwing up all night. He bought it, but…I think he's gonna tattle on you to your Mom too."

"Damn…"