Ŧ Ella.
Okay, so Tom invited me in, no big. It was suprise just seeing him here today, so I was really used to it all by now. I can't stand thought of James though, it felt like he was watching me from far away.
"Ella?" Tom said as he waved his hands in front of my face. I must have zoned out or somthing.
"Yeah?" I asked as I blinked a couple times and then smiled at him. His room was the same as mine, except mine didn't have my stuff in it. His suitcases were all over the floor and there were clothes on his unmade bed, so we were sitting on the couch instead.
"You zoned out there, have a lot on your mind?" He asked as he leaned back and folded his hands behind his head.
"Yeah, just a couple things. Ever feel like your head is just going to explode?" I asked. His eyes widened and he smiled that little smile that he knew I liked and made all sorts of girls around the world melt.
"Sometimes. It depends what I'm doing." He stated and I laughed. "So, what else do I not know about you? You're going to be with us this year, I might as well start figuring you out now."
"Um . . . my birthday is May 15, 1990. I like reading, writing, drawing, working out, dancing, partying, sleeping, music, and food. Did that cover some of your topics?" I asked as I finished running off my list of things.
"Okay, that helps a lot. Let's see . . .favorite book?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Um, I'd have to say . . . This Lullaby. My turn, how about . . . your favorite book? Or have you never read one?" I laughed as I waited for him to answer.
"Heh, let's just say I haven't read in a while. My turn now, favorite thing to draw?"
"People. Anybody, the more interesting looking, the better." I stated.
"Really? Do you do your own work or do you copy?" He asked, now more attentive than ever.
"I do my own work stupid, why would I copy?" I laughed and he smiled joining me.
"I don't know, some people copy other artist's work. I didn't know if you did or not." He stated.
"Well I don't do that. Actually I just sketch and draw a little, it's not like I'm any good." I said sarcastically, trying to make a little point. I'm not really, my parents say I'm good, but I know they always say that.
''I'll have to see your work sometime." He said as I pulled my legs up onto the couch and sat indian-style facing him.
"I have my portfolio, but I don't know if I'd show you." I stated firmly, laughing at his confused face.
"And why not?" He asked and his voice raised.
"Because I'm an amateur. How 'bout . . . I sketch one of all you sometime?"
"That would be cool. Next question! You work out right?" Was all he said and then he picked up his feet and put them up on the coffee table.
"Yeah, I do . . . why is that important?" I asked hesitantly.
"Nein, just because we always go to the beach, just wanted to see if you have a bikini body like I do." He said egotistically. God I just want to smack that grin off his face now.
"I do have a bikini body thank you very much." I stated.
"Okay, you dance, would you be willing to dance at clubs with us?" My eyes got wide. Dance at clubs with them? Well . . . it depends how much stress I need to relieve and if there is a bar at this club.
"Ja, sure. Tell me where the party is and I'll be there, ready and waiting."
"Okay, next question, what's the latest you've ever kept yourself awake?" Does that technically matter?
"Two days in a row. I had somewhere to go and I didn't want to sleep." I giggled. It was an over-nighter somewhere for school. All the Juniors stayed up the whole time drinking Cokes and Mountain Dews.
"Nice, I think you're qualified to be our producer and party with us."
"Good to know. I feel so honored now, will you be picking up horny groupies at these parties too?" I asked sarcastically and I started laughing at my own joke.
"Maybe, it depends."
"Depends on what?" Yes Tom, give me a little peak into your mind.
"Depends on how hot they are, and how wasted I am." Bingo. Just what I suspected. All of those little red flags are going up now, telling me that this is a bad idea.
"Figures." I mumbled under my breath so he couldn't hear me.
"So, are you ready for your first day on the road with us?" he asked as he once again crossed his arms behind his head.
"Yeah, but I have no idea what to expect so I'm kind of . . ." I trailed off, trying to think of the word. I wasn't nervous, but anxious. I wanted to travel the world with my new friends/colleagues. It sounded all so interesting and exciting, I couldn't wait.
"Nervous?" Tom tired to fit a word in my sentence and I shook my head smiling at him.
"No, more like . . .excited. I can't wait to start working on the stages and sound productions, I just can't believe I'm here. It's gonna be great!" I said happily as he smiled and started playing with his lip ring. It was all so intreaguing, I never got anything pierced before besides my ears and my belly button so I had no idea what it would feel like to have a lip ring.
"So when you're with us, you'll still talk to us and stuff right? Cause of what Alex said to us earlier . . ." He made my mind go back to when Alex was talking to us both in front of the limo. He walked up to me and Tom to tell us to keep it professional, we both agreed, unforntunately. I don't really know how I feel about Tom at the moment, and I'm still kind of attached to James.
"Of course, Alex isn't going to tell me what to do. He even told me that I have to live with you guys on your bus until my own crew and bus come. Besides, he technically isn't my boss, you are." I said as I pointed to him before I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"Me? I mean, us?" I smiled and nodded my head as he continued smiling.
"Yeah you are. He can't really tell me what to do, only suggest what I should do. So I would really only have to hear what he says, but not do what he says." I said smiling. I enjoyed explaining this concept to him. It i
s actually quite fun.
"So I could make you get a tattoo or something like that and he couldn't?" He asked curiously. I laughed, there was no need for a tatoo.
"You don't have to make me go get one, I already have one. And yes, he couldn't." I looked at him and saw him smile.
"Awn, no tramp stamp?" He said as I turned the back of my head to him and lifted up my hair.
"Sorry, no tramp stamp." I stated as I showed him my first tattoo I ever got. It was the word love written in German, 'Liebe' is what it said and it was written in cursive. I turned back around and put my hair back down.
"I never showed that to anyone before, not even my parents. It's the first one I ever got." I stated as he smiled and tapped the top of his blue hat. He was wearing blue today, blue shirt, matching blue hat. Everyday Tom for you.
"I feel so honored, when did you get it?" He asked.
"I was ten." I said as I itched the back of my shoulder as I looked at his suprised face.
"Heh, isn't that a little illegal?"
"No, not if you go to the right person." I stated smiling.
"Who did you go to?"
"My uncle, he used to own a tattoo shop. I never told my mom or anyone about it before. I always kept my hair down and I hardly ever put it up. I didn't want to show anyone." I said as I shrugged my shoulders.
"Why? I mean, why so young?" He asked.
"I could ask the very same thing to you, why the lip ring at such a young age?" I said, feeling better that I finally got him back for my little tattoo. He shrugged his shoulders, he had no idea why.
"I dunno, just something that I wanted. It suits me though, right?" He asked as he raised his eye brows trying to be sexy. It kind of was working, but it would only work if I was really, really, drunk though.
"Yeah, yeah it does." I said laughing. He chuckled and he started to itch the side of his nose.
"So why 'Liebe'? You're not German are you?" He looked curious, looks like I had to tell him sometime.
"My dad is, so I'm technically half. But I got it for my cousin, she died a couple weeks before Addam was born. She and I were really close, and then Addam was born and so I guess I just kind of forgot. I let my mind wander away from it." I sighed a little as I told the story. I was over it now, she died in a car accident, another drunk driver and her collided.
"Ah, that's nice. I mean, that you did that, not that she died. That you did it for her." I smiled.
"I get it." I said giggling.
"So what's your favorite band?" he finally asked after two or three moments of silence.
"Do you really have to ask?" I said laughing.
We laughed like that the whole night. He kept on asking me questions and I kept on giving him answers. I'm usually never this open with someone, but I just can tell him anything. It was already going on 2:00 in the morning and we still haden't stopped talking, we were having way to much fun telling stories and asking each other questions.
"Okay one more question," he asked as he finally settled down from laughing.
"What is it?" I asked quietly.
"How did you get that red mark on your wrist? It looks like it really hurts. . . You're not like those girls who cut themselves . . .are you?" He picked up my right wrist and gently touched the parts that were red still because of James's anger Monday night. I couldn't even believe it was still there, I thought it had already faded away. He looked a little sad, but I just smiled and told him the truth.
"Oh that, uhhh . . . ehum . . . James kind of grabbed me a little too hard, but it's okay, it was just a little sore yesterday. I'm fine. No, I don't cut myself." I said smiling, I didn't want him to be worried, I was really okay. There was no sudden reason to panic.
Tom sighed, "Yikes, that must've been horrible." he said, leaning his elbows on his knees. I shrugged. I lifted up my watch and laughed a little bit, seeing that it was almost two in the morning.
"Wow, we've been up forever." I said, "I should probably get going." I slid off of the couch and walked over to the door, carefully maneuvering my way through the slight darkness. Tom followed close behind me and I opened the door and turned around to Tom in the doorway.
"Thanks for everything, we should talk more often." I said, brushing my hair out of my face. I turned to leave, but Tom grabbed my arm just like James did, except more gently.
"Hey, Ella?" he said. I turned around.
"Yeah?" I replied, looking up at his shiny brown eyes. Tom held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. Short and sweet like a little quick peck, while his lip ring tickled my mouth.
"Bye, Tom." I said breathless after we parted. Tom nodded at me and smiled as I walked down the hallway to get to my room, before I tripped and fell from being so light-headed. I turned around in my doorway and I looked at him.
"Sorry if that was so sudden. I usually never do things like this, and . . . I- . . .I liked talking with you." He said smiling at me weakly. I grinned back, my legs going numb under me from the kiss.
"You don't have to be sorry, Tom. I think . . . for now-" I said leaning in my doorway and looking up at him. "I think we should listen to Alex for now . . ." His smile slowly faded and I smiled weakly, trying to apologize. I closed my door with a deep sigh.
So he does like me. Great.