by Layne, Lyssa
Bekka danced next to me on the stage. We probably looked like two idiots but at that point, we didn't care. As long as we weren't twerking, I thought we were safe. The song ended and I body jumped onto the small crowd in front of the stage. Tyler and Levi caught me on the other side of the crowd. I vaguely remember hearing Levi calling my name but besides the feel of his arms, and the smell of his cologne, that was it for the birthday girl. I passed out.
The birds were chirping, the wind against my skin was cold and sun was lighting my room. My room? I wasn't in my room. I was in the bath tub with a pillow and a towel. My hair felt like I had dreads when I touched them, and I realized with a grimace that my hair was probably glued together with my own vomit. A quick glance down and I discovered my body was partially covered by my underwear. Where the hell was my dress? My throat was burning and my stomach was upside down. I was going to be sick. I struggled out of the bathtub and hovered over the toilet bowl, trying to be as ladylike as I could.
I kicked the door shut as soon as I was done vomiting out my internal organs. My head was so dizzy, I could hardly stand. I stumbled into the shower and turned on the cold water; I needed it.
Someone knocked at the door but I decided to ignore it, needing a few minutes to try and pull myself together. Cold showers were normally my remedy for hangovers. My body was trembling, but I forced myself to remain under the icy cold water until I’d at least managed to rinse out my hair. I shut the water off and a hand appeared inside the shower with a warm towel.
"Th...T...Thank y... you."
"Are you feeling better?" Levi asked quietly.
"I will be, when I eventually warm up."
He wrapped me in the towel and circled his arms around me, taking me into the comfort of his arms. His body was warm and it felt so good against my frozen skin.
"I love you," I whispered. "Thank you for last night, it was amazing."
He looked uncomfortable. "You scared the shit out of me, Nix."
"Why’s that?" I questioned, catching sight of the worry in his green eyes.
"You were so damn drunk, I thought I was going to lose you."
I giggled. "I'm tough."
"I can see that now." He kissed my temple. "I love you too." He rubbed his nose against mine. “I missed you last night, the bed felt too big without you. But after you vomited over our sheets for the second time, I didn't want to risk another nuclear attack, so I came in here with you until you felt better. You fell asleep in the bath." He chuckled at me. How mean was he?
"What time is it, brat?"
"Brat? You call me a brat, after I saved your life last night?" he joked. "It's 3pm, party girl. C’mon, I want to spend the rest of the day with you, before our crazy schedule starts up again."
“I would love that." I pulled him to me by the waistband of his jeans. "Thanks again, Angel. For everything. You. The dinner. I’ll never forget last night."
"Come on, little puker, Beauty misses you."
"At least, you won't need to stop if I need to go at it again." I tried to imagine myself vomiting while riding on Beauty, but the images in my head weren’t exactly pretty.
He had my helmet, jacket and backpack ready in the kitchen.
"Hold my hand, Rock Star." God, I loved it when he said that. He held my hand proudly and rubbed his thumb against my skin.
"Where are we going?"
"I just want to go somewhere with you. I’ve already prepared some snacks for us too, in case you get hungry."
I wanted to squeal at him because he was truly the most thoughtful man I knew, and I would have, if I wasn’t still under the weather. He always made sure I felt special and loved and this ride was going to be a great way to end our weekend. I had no clue where we were going, but I was starting to suspect we were heading out of town. The weather was cooler today, despite the sky being the perfect shade of blue. I couldn't see a single cloud anywhere in the sky around us. Levi hummed as he rode, sitting a little above the speed limit. After a couple of seconds, I recognized the song, it was the song from last night, ‘Genie in a bottle’. He was gently making fun of me. Not so subtle, Levi, and I laughed at him.
After a few more miles, he took the next exit and drove down a small road, He parked Beauty under a very tall tree and helped me off the back of the bike. We were in the woods, somewhere I’d never been before. He took my hand as he led the way along a narrow rocky path. We ended up by a lake and the view was breathtaking, the surrounding woods wild and pure. The only sound was the birds and leaves dancing in the wind. I adored it
I took a deep breath, it smelled clean and fresh. "Thank you for bringing me here," I said, gazing at the nature surrounding us.
"My mom used to bring me here during the summer. She loved to paint or take pictures. We always had a great time." He never looked at me while he spoke, he stared out at the horizon or at the small rock he was holding.
"Lots of memories..."
He smiled and drew me into a teddy bear embrace. "Yeah. I want my new memories to be with you from now on."
"They will be. I'm not going anywhere."
He kissed my cheek. "I have something to ask you." I nodded cautiously. "Next weekend, there’s a tattoo convention and I’d like it if you would come with me. I know it's not going to be much fun for you, but I’d still like to have you there."
"Where is it?" I asked curiously. It didn’t matter where it was, because I already knew my answer was yes.
"Las Vegas."
Did he say Las Vegas? "Yeah, I’ll go with you."
He couldn't hide how happy he was. "Great, this is going to be great. Kyle is coming along too." Our lips met again and I didn't want to let go. "We’ll leave Friday afternoon and come back on Sunday."
"I can't wait."
"I’ll be pretty busy. Lots of people want to get tattooed and I don't really know what to expect." His voice grew husky, suggestive. “We’ll spend the night together though, just the two of us."
"Sounds good to me."
"Let’s eat." He pulled me with him onto the grass, opened his backpack and pulled out a blanket. He placed it on the ground so we could sit on it. Levi had brought cheese, sandwiches made with French bread, fresh fruit salad, wine and cupcakes. He kept me sitting in his lap the whole afternoon, as we ate, cuddled, laughed and kissed. I wished we could spend every day like this.
"I got you a red velvet cupcake with vanilla icing. It's fresh from the bakery."
"I feel like an idiot. You always spoil me rotten and I never have anything to give you."
"You give me a lot every day, with your smile." He paused for a second. "Maybe more than I deserve."
I wasn't sure what he meant by that last comment. The ex-girlfriend situation was already forgotten, and he’d better not be talking about it again. It was over. "What are you talking about, Angel?"
"I think I'm the luckiest man. You’re beautiful, funny and everything I’ve ever wanted. You forgive me when I'm an idiot. You don't give up on me. You’re always so good to me." His eyes watered up. His words were sincere but for some reason, I felt something was wrong.
"Is everything okay, Levi?" He had me worried, I’d never seen him so emotional.
"It's the anniversary of my mother’s death tomorrow. I miss her, that's all." He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing important.
"It's a lot, Levi. Don't make it sound like it's not a big deal. Believe me, I know. Talk to me. We’re both in this together. It's okay to miss her." I turned around to face him in his lap. "I love you, Angel." We stared at each other for quite a long time. He slowly manoeuvred us so we were both lying on the blanket. I was on top of him and I knew what he wanted, but this place wasn't the place for it. I didn't want someone to catch us butt naked in the woods. Instead, my body remained against his for a long session of making out. I felt like a teenager, it was definitely PG.13. His hands were on my skin, loving each of my curves and occasionally tickling me. I loved it, we had fun and we were enjoying teasing one
another. The sexual tension and desire was rising sky high. It took everything I had not to take the next step and make love to him, but I had to be responsible and act intelligently, like an adult. I was twenty-two years old now, after all.
Not that our playing around bored me, but I fell asleep in the comfort of his strong arms. My head rested on his shoulder and his arms circled my waist. Knowing Levi like I did, I was certain he was only relaxing, watching me, giving me time to take a nap and recover from my birthday party. Hangovers really sucked my energy.
I lost track of time, I had no idea what time it was when he woke me up. My body felt much better after the nap. We rode back to Seattle and the wind was even colder than it had been earlier. I was sad to leave this little slice of heaven Levi had introduced me to. I loved it and I was touched that he had shared it with me. I knew his mother was very precious to him.
When we got home, Bekka and Tyler were cooking dinner. It smelled great. I had no idea what they were cooking, but I could tell from the aroma it was going to be delicious. I heard them mentioning shrimp and rice noodles and I assumed they were going to cook Thai food, as it was Bekka’s favorite.
"What are you guys cooking?"
"Spring rolls with wonton soup and Pad Thai. All homemade," Ty announced proudly.
"Yes! Bekka makes the best wonton soup." I walked over to the stove and smelled the tasty food. "This is going to be so good, I can't wait." Even with a fragile stomach, I was going to eat.
I took the plates and glasses out of the cabinets, along with the tablecloth and was getting ready to set the table when I saw this God-like specimen standing a few feet away from me. I almost dropped everything. Levi was wearing navy jeans and a black sleeveless top, showing off his tattoos. He was so handsome. He took the tablecloth from my hands and placed it over the table and then helped with the glasses.
For a moment, I was enveloped in the perfect image of my perfect family. I imagined us with one or two kids running around and us getting ready for dinner after a long day at work. Could it really be our future? Were my dreams possible? For a few seconds, they’d seemed so real and I had to hold on to them. Not for now, I knew, but later.
Levi brought me back to planet Earth when he kissed the tip of my nose. "Do you need help, Rock Star? You look a bit tired."
"I'm okay. I was just daydreaming."
They all laughed at me. They probably guessed why I was daydreaming. Bekka never really said much, but I knew she thought Levi was cute. I was a lucky girl to have such a hot man by my side.
Two nights in a row, I’d been blessed with an amazing dinner. The spring rolls were perfect, a bit spicy, just the way I like them, and Bekka’s soup was absolutely delicious. The shrimp had been cooked in coconut water and my plate was filled with colorful veggies. It was delicious and again, my belly was full. The night flew by with my friends and Levi. Tyler left at nine to head to the club. He had given us another night off. Two nights in a row, I could easily get used to this.
We watched a movie and called it a night. It was early but I’d had a rough weekend and another busy week was coming up.
Levi woke me before my alarm went off. He showered me with kisses and offered me a ride to school. The sun was already shining and the weather was what I would generally call ‘hoodie weather’. I suggested he walk me to school, that way we could walk hand in hand and enjoy the beautiful morning. I wore my University of Washington hoodie with a pair of tight blue jeans. Levi looked like the typical bad boy. He had his worn out jeans on, with a ‘Ink Me Tattoo’ zip-up hoodie. He was so damn sexy, I wanted to do bad things with him. I smiled and blushed at the thoughts running through my mind.
We sat on the grass together, until I only had enough time left to make it to my first class. We kissed, hugged and wished each other a good day. He walked to work as well, as he’d decided to start early. If I remembered correctly, he had mentioned an appointment with one of his regulars this morning. I think he wanted to start working on a sleeve but he had a couple of different ideas. Being the artist that he was, Levi probably wanted to draw a few sketches before the appointment.
I sat in my feature writing class, I was staring at the teacher but my head was with Levi. I knew it was wrong, because I couldn't afford to fail this class. My mother had always expected good grades from me. Even at my age, university didn't stop her from keeping a close eye on my studies. She would congratulate me when I was doing great, but she would also be furious if I wasn't. She had controlled my life in every aspect.
All of a sudden, thinking about my mother reminded me of how important the day was for Levi. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. How could I have forgotten? I should have stayed with him. I couldn't believe I’d forgotten about it and sitting in class while he was walking to work alone made me feel terribly sad. I wanted to make him feel better. He must miss her so much. I was the worst girlfriend in the world. He’d opened up to me, he poured his whole heart out and not even twenty-four hours later, I couldn't even remember something of such importance. I hated myself. Maybe he had some kind of ceremony with his father, I had no clue. There was no way I could get out of class; leaving the class while the teacher was talking about how to market freelance manuscripts was just plain rude. My only solution was to wait until after class to talk to my angel. No doubt, these two hours were going to be the longest ever.
Sending a text message was the only way to reach him and I still had to be discreet about it as I was sitting in the middle of a classroom. I put the phone on mute mode and starting typing a message to my love.
Levi, forgive me for forgetting how important today is. Do you want me to meet you somewhere? Do you have any plans with your father? I'm sorry I didn't think of it earlier. I love you. Nix, your Rock Star. xox
As I waited for his response, I tried to concentrate on the class. I couldn't manage it. The teacher was talking and talking, I was lost and the other students seemed just as lost. Marketing wasn't something I was particularly interested in and it bored me to death.
I felt the vibration of the phone on my notebook, and when I glanced down, there it was; his reply.
Don't worry about it. I'm having lunch with my father and later, we’re going to the cemetery. I’ll meet you at the apartment after school. I love you. Angel.
His message seemed a bit cold. No kisses, no little star. I hoped he was okay. At least he got to spend time with his father. Mr. Monroe worked a lot of hours and had little time for Levi. I hadn’t even had the chance to meet him yet. My phone vibrated again and when I looked, I saw that he’d sent me three kisses. I had a big grin on my face which I desperately tried to hide. There was no doubt about it, I was madly in love.
The class finally ended, after I’d taken two full pages of notes. I hoped I could get something out of them. My concentration had failed me today, my mind was everywhere but in the class. I was tempted to call and join Levi but I figured maybe he needed time with his father. I went into the cafeteria to eat lunch, discovering Bekka was already there. We were studying two different programs and had no classes together. Lunch was the only time of the day where we managed to get together.
"Hey Bek," I said, and the words came out flat, practically expressionless.
"Nix, you look like your cat just died," Bekka pointed out.
I frowned. "I don't even have a cat."
"What’s the matter then?" She smiled.
"Today is the anniversary of Levi’s mother’s death. He mentioned it yesterday, but this morning, I completely forgot about it. We texted and he has plans with his father, but I wish I could be with him, you know?"
"You’ll see him soon. Don't worry so much, he’s a big boy." I knew she was right, but I still wished I could have been there for Levi.
"Yeah, I understand." He’d been there for me when everything happened with my mom, I just wanted to be with him, show him the same support.
"Smile now. Life is beautiful. Plenty of love, kisses and sex."
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nbsp; I choked on my drink and spat some on the floor. The grape juice I’d been drinking came out of my nose. That was quite the quote from Bekka. Everybody around us was staring at us. I had napkins all over my face and the juice burned the inside of nose. I was laughing, but I was also in pain. I cleaned my face, laughing for at least five minutes and then went back to eating my chicken salad sandwich.
I told Bekka about Las Vegas and she admitted she was jealous. She had always wanted to go to Vegas. Celine Dion, The Strip, the MGM hotel - she mentioned everything she thought I would see. I honestly hadn't thought about any of this, the only thing that mattered to me was to be with Levi. A weekend away from home would be like our road trip. He told me he would be working most of the day, but I would still be with him and that was all I needed.
Bekka was still at school, her classes ran an hour longer than mine. I expected Levi to be home, since he’d left early this morning. The door was locked when I got home and when I set foot inside, all the lights were off. He wasn't home and I didn't like it, he had me worried. I turned on the light in the hall and walked down to our empty room.
The only thing I could do was call him, but for some reason, the idea made me nervous. I dialled his number and hoped he would answer on the second ring like he normally did. He didn't and my heart rate tripled. Something was wrong, I could sense it. My hands were shaking and I knew that if he didn't pick up, I would end up with his voice mail.
He finally picked up the phone. I knew he was on the line, but it was as if I was on stand-by while he was talking to someone else.
"Ky, gimme my fucking phone back. She’s my girl, not yours."
"You are so stupid, Monroe. Just sit there, I’ll talk to her." I heard a door open and close. “Nix, are you there?"
"What's going on Kyle?" I didn't know what was happening but I was desperately worried.
"Your boyfriend is fucking drunk." He laughed, obviously amused. "I don't think he can walk home, but he can't stay here at the shop. He’s either going to hurl his guts up or walk right in front of a moving car."
