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Chapter 3:

"So, uh..." I started saying, but then stopped. What was this girl's name? Fuck.

Should I ask her what her name is? No, that would be rude. What should I call her then? I could just avoid using her name. Yeah, that should work.

"So...I should probably get going soon. You know..."

"Oh no! But you HAVE to stay at least a little longer!" She interrupted in a loud, whiny voice. "You just got here!" I was right. Another clingy one.

"I know I did. We're leaving tonight to go back to Vancouver though. I'm sorry..." I stared down at my now-empty plate so I wouldn't have to look into her sad, desperate eyes. I hated this part of the whole one-night-stand thing. Some girls got it. They knew I was in a band; and were just happy to get to do me. I'm not sure if this woman was aware about that. It was probably better I didn't ask. She might get mad at me.

"It's 9am though. Your ticket said your flight was at 11pm. You have plenty of time. Why not spend it with me?"

This time, I looked up at her. "My ticket?" How did she know what my ticket said? I stuck my hand into my front left pocket, my fingers brushing against the perforated edge of the plane ticket. Okay, it was still there. Good.

"Oh yeah. I found it in your pants pocket this morning while I was dressing you. No big deal."

She DRESSED me? Well, that explains why I was fully clothed when I awoke. Although, it still was a bit bizarre for a girl to do that. Of course, everything about this girl seemed strange. I guess this was all about the territory.

"Okay..."

"So, can you stay Joshy? Please?" I wrinkled my name at her little 'nickname' for me. "Come on, I'll drive you to the airport later in time for your flight. Just stay for the rest of the day. You won't regret it!"

I sighed. I already regretted it. But, it's not like I really had another choice. I didn't have a car; I had no way of actually getting there. I'd have to rely on this crackbrained lunatic to take me. I guess I could make it through a day with her. How bad could it really be?

"Okay, I guess I'll stay." She let out a squeal that sounded somewhere between fingernails dragging against a chalk board and a tortured, dying animal.

"That's GREAT! Now...let's celebrate..." she said, dropping her voice to a more sultry tone. I gulped inwardly.

"Um...um, how do you wanna do that?" I said nervously. It was pretty obvious what she wanted. I for one wasn't to keen on having sex with her while I was sober. Plus, it'd go against every one of my morals. I still had Amanda.

We had agreed to take one of our little 'breaks' while I was on tour for 2 months. She had said I "wouldn't have been able to contain myself with all those girls dying to get in my pants." Her exact words.

That's why I loved her. She was so understanding, unlike many of my previous girlfriends. She knew I loved her, but she also knew I was a guy. I had needs. That sounds selfish of me, I know. This 'system' had worked out well for us so far though. Every full-length tour we took where we were gone for long periods of time we'd take our breaks. We were both free to sleep around as much as we wanted. It wasn't just something I did. She slept around as well. I knew she had needs as well. We both knew we were destined to be together, so it didn't seem like that big a deal to do what we did. It may sound crazy, but that's how our relationship was. And, we were both perfectly happy with it.

However, near the end of tour I always had my doubts. What if she happened to fall in love with one of these one-night-stands? We had agreed that these things could be nothing more than just that. What if she had slipped up though? What if I showed up home to her in the arms of another man?

Despite my worries, after each tour we'd been on, she was always the first one at the airport with open arms. Her warm embrace would be the first to engulf me, her sweet lips always the first (and only) to touch my own. That moment always made this whole thing worth it. It was perfect. She was perfect. How would I explain our relationship to this woman?

"Okay, I, uh...I don't know how to explain this, but..."

"You have a girlfriend, I know." She shrugged her shoulders as if it were nothing. So wait, she DID know I was Josh Ramsay of Marianas Trench? Hopefully that wasn't the case. Girls tended to get a little crazy when they found out I was famous. This brood was already crazy enough. I still need to play it as if I'm not, just in case. It would simplify things in the end.

"Yeah, I do. We take a break while I'm...traveling. We made this promise to each other that nothing more then one-night-stands would occur while we're apart."

"She doesn't have to know, Josh..." she said quietly. She kneeled down next to the chair I was sitting in and lightly ran her hand down my chest, sending shivers up my spine. "I'm not going to tell her. You don't have to tell her..." her hand lingered on my waistline. "Promises were meant to be broken."

I tried to protest, but no words came out. I was too transfixed on her hands that began to rub me down. My willpower was gone. I felt myself become completely numb as she led me to the bedroom. And boy oh boy, I was in for a shock when I got there.