by Mills, L. C.
He smirked. “Yes I know I should have said I'd done it but since you quit twitter because of that idiot’s fan base I figured he needed to know he didn't stand a chance! I should have asked you first! The truth is though that we are dating and I do love you! Also my parents are shall we say judgmental sticklers for tradition! They don't care to look into things before they jump the gate! I am simply going to put them straight!” His voice dropped and his eyes where suddenly serious. “I want you to know I don't share their opinions and never have done!”
I tilted my head to one side and studied him. He was deadly serious. “I know you don't! I guess they just don't understand I have my own money but let's face it there are girls out there that are gold diggers! God knows I've frightened enough of them away from my dad! Little bitches only after his money! They don't stick around long after I lay my traps but he's given up the women now and brought a dog!” I laughed.
He laughed with me. “Hmm I bet you’re a force to be reckoned with and I look forward to meeting your father! He doesn't like my sort much does he?” He raised a brow.
I pulled a face. “I'm sure once he gets used to you he'll be okay with you! He’s from a working class background, kinda an inverted snob! You’re important to me so he won't have a choice!”
He smiled from ear to ear. “I've never had anybody tell me I'm important to them before! I was always content with what I had but even just today, me and you together like this, it feels right! I know we are both learning about each other but I'm glad I took a gamble! It paid off!” He rested his head back into the leather and smiled.
He looked contented and I grinned lopsided committing the image to my memory.
“I don't think I've ever felt so at home in anybody's company before! You make me feel safe! Which helps my crazy anxiety issues so much when you just take over!”
He smiled. “I am glad you feel that way! I won't mean to be over baring but I probably will be! But as you say when I take control you don't have to worry yourself with thinking!”
I sat up enough so I could scoot over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I like you, and I'd decided I'm gonna keep you!” I grinned as I kissed his cheek again.
The smile spread across his face. “I am glad about that because I'm kinda attached to you now!” He smirked.
I moved so I was sitting with my head on his shoulder, his arm around mine. I closed my eyes and let a contented sigh out. I didn't feel lonely when I was around him. That numb feeling I normally had in the pit of my stomach was gone when he held me. His fingers stroked my hair sweeping in a downwards motion. I felt my eyelids get heavy, the hair stroking was immensely relaxing. I dropped off to sleep.
“Isn't there anyone else that can take you?! I've got plans for Friday evening!”
I became aware of someone speaking but was too sleepy to work it out.
“Why isn't her mother able to take you both?! Oh she's sick so you've got two spare tickets... I'm whispering because I am!”
I groaned sleepily. I didn't want to wake up. I'd been having a lovely dream about Cameron and me making pizza. “Please don't let it be a dream...” I refused to open to my eyes.
I heard a chuckle from beside me and I physically jumped wondering where I was. My eyes snapped open to find the room half dark, I hadn't been dreaming at all, I'd simply feel asleep.
Well this is embarrassing.
“It's okay Evan, you've been asleep!”
“Sorry.” I mumbled realising he was on the phone.
“Don't apologise, I liked watching you sleep! I'm on the phone to my sister, actually she's kind of in a bind!” He rolled his eyes.
I rubbed my face waking myself up. The sky outside was a dark blue now I'd been asleep at least an hour. I wondered what was wrong with his sister. “Oh is she okay?!” I frowned.
He smiled. “She was meant to be going to a gig with her friend and her friend’s mother but she's sick so they aren't going but Georgia has two spare tickets! She doesn't have anyone to go with, I was wanting to spend the evening with you before I go away for the weekend but would you want to go to the gig with us?!” He smiled.
I pulled a face. “Depends what band it is! I don't do boy bands that pretend to play guitar!” I grinned.
He laughed. “Georgia what is the name of the band?!” He paused waiting for an answer.
“Oh I see, Vampire Empire and some other band!” He pulled a face.
He had no idea who they were but I did. My face split into a huge grin.
“Hell yes I'll go! I know the band quite well! They toured with Exceptable Fragment! They are really nice guys, very little known over here, could be a scouting type thing for you!”
He nodded his head. “We will pick you up from the train station at 3pm! Then go for food before the gig! Evangeline says she knows the band so at least two of you will have a good time! I'll bring my iPod and earphones.” He winked at me.
He was teasing his sister. He had a soft side and I liked it.
I laughed imagining him actually trying to listen to music over the screaming guitars and bass.
“Please can you not scream down the phone at me? Yes she is my girlfriend... Yes I can count! No you can't have her mobile number and most certainly not! 3pm at the station! Don't forget the tickets! See you then!” He cut the call and slid the phone back into his jeans pocket.
“Sure you don't mind?! You can come back here after if you wanted?! I can drop you home Saturday morning before I take Georgia home!” He looked at me with hopeful eyes.
I nodded. “Sounds good to me! I'm thinking I'm gonna have to dig there band shirt out of storage!” I knew I had it somewhere in my apartment. I had a whole bunch of band shirts I had picked up along my travels packed away.
“What kind of music do they play?! They aren't a band I've heard of.” He pulled a face. The one that most parents pulled when they were dreading having to take their teenagers to a gig. It was very generous for him to take his sister to gigs.
“I don't like labelling bands into genres really but I guess they suit the whole punk rock genres! They are all in their 20s. They don't have a UK based label yet! Might be worth you checking them out! They are gonna be hot!” I tilted my head to one side. “It's cool you don't mind taking her, some kids miss out on live music because they don't have anyone to take them if they are under 18!”
He smiled. “I guess she knows that with owning a record label I'm not going to complain too much! Much like you I don't go for that all that fake shit just to make them edgy! Also let's face it, my mother and father wouldn't take her! And my brother is far too busy being up his own arse so it's me or nobody!”
He really didn't like his folks much. I didn't blame him. “Hey about before I'm really sorry about falling asleep!” I grinned.
He shook his head. “Like I said don't apologise! I didn't mind, I've never watched anyone sleep before, it was really peaceful! Your eyelashes fluttered like tiny little wings and your eyelids have all these tiny blue veins. It's kinda weird but because you were relaxed enough to sleep I felt really pleased with myself!”
I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “You’re kinda sweet when you want to be! I never normally fall asleep like that, must have been all the pizza I eat!” I lifted both my hands above my head and linked them together and lifted them upwards feeling several bones realign after being twisted up.
“Good formation on the stretch my personal trainer would be proud!” He grinned.
“You have a personal trainer?!” I wondered it was a female.
“Yes I do, he is very good! I have a session three times a week!” He smirked. “Do you work out?! Because your body as I had the pleasure of finding out is very well toned!”
I blushed. Would I ever not find the way he looked at me embarrassing like he was remembering earlier.
“Sorta, I do ballet fitness! Keeps me toned and lean! Which is handy cause also keeps me super flexible!” I rai
sed a brow at him.
“Really?! How flexible?!” He raised a brow at me in return an almost dare to show him.
“Oh very flexible! I can actually do the splits! Wanna see?!” I grinned at him.
He closed his eyes. “Well now, I would indeed like to see but you don't have to show me! I've got a perfectly good mental image!” He smirked.
“Mental images aren't as good as real memories though!” I stood up and walked to just the end of the coach where there was an expanse of wooden flooring. I was actually quite smug about the fact I was 20 and could still do the splits, so I showed if off all the time.
“I'll just stretch first, don't really wanna have to go to the ER!” I laughed as I did my warm up.
He turned so he was facing me and looked intrigued. His hands made the steeple again but his palms didn't touch as he studied me.
“Okay here I go! Wish me luck!” I stood straight and took a wide legged stance so my legs where slightly more than shoulder length apart and breathed out, I allowed my legs to start to spread out at my side slowly lowering myself down, until my pelvis reached the floor and used my hands to support my weight. My eyes locked with Cameron's as I took a breath in.
“I can do it the other way too but this is the way I pulse my legs when I do my ballet fitness so it's the easiest for me!” I held the position for a while longer before going back into a sitting position on the floor and stretching both my legs.
“I know that wasn't meant to be sexual but I can't help it that was hot!” He grinned at me looking a little embarrassed!
“I take it Miss A line skirt couldn't do that!” I smirked.
He raised a brow. “No she couldn't! I think that's unique to you!”
I got myself up from the floor and walked back over and flopped down next to him. “Well trust me you’re the only one who's ever seen me do that in just a shirt and panties!”
His hand rested on my thigh with a slight squeeze. “I am very lucky you choose to show me! Did you still want to share a bath?! Or is it too late now?! It's gone 8pm!”
I rested my hand over his, my hand looked small sat on top of his and he was right compared to his honey tanned skin I was a creamy white colour in compassion and something crossed my mind. “Do you use fake tan?! Cause you know sunbeds are really bad for you right?!” I studied his side profile.
He grinned. “No I don't use take tan, I don't use sunbeds either I've been abroad scouting musical talent otherwise I'm almost as pale as you are!”
I smiled. “Ah okay! Well good because seriously my fake-ass-friends in LA use sunbeds all the time and I swear to god they all look like 30!” I snorted in disbelief that I had ever thought they were my real friends. I only had a small handful of those.
He was clearly trying not to laugh. “You have a unique way with wording things! So bath?!”
I laughed. “Is that your way of saying I'm like common?! And yes okay for the bath!”
He chuckled softly. “No I am most certainly not calling you common you just say things differently than I do! I like it, it's what makes you, you!” He turned his hand over so now my hand sat in his palm. “Come on baby let's go get that bath!” He stood up linking his fingers in mine.
I got up and let him lead the way. “Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm common, I'm just me, I mean you are literally the most well-spoken person I've ever met! I love that cut class British accent... Does funny things to me!” I added in an undertone.
“Hmm, really?! Like what!” He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped suddenly, I ended up I walking into him by accident.
“Ouch!”
“Did you tidy up after I left the room before?!” He hadn't turned around and he hadn't apologized to me walking into him either.
“Yes, I did! I figured I was being helpful!” Jeez OCD much... I sighed and rubbed cheek bone.
“You didn't have to do that! But thank you, it was sweet of you!” He let my hand go and turned around. “Fuck, sorry, did you hurt yourself.” He looked concerned.
“No, not really, I just walked into you is all! I'm sorry if I tidied up, I just figured you wouldn't mind! Force of habit living alone!” I was confused why he would even be shocked that I had tidied up.
“You'll have to forgive me, I'm not used to anyone else aside from my cleaner doing that so I was confused for a moment or so, I don't mind at all so please don't look so scared Evan!” He shifted from foot to foot nervously.
I grinned and shook my head. “I'm not scared, confused, yes but scared no! I guess having a girlfriend really is new for you! It's the kinda thing I do! You'll just have to get used to it Mr. Hero hair!” I grinned up at him as I reached up to ruffle his hair.
His cheek bones jutted upwards as he tried to suppress a laugh. “Oh, I see! Well, now, let's get that bath!” He dipped his head and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for tidying up, you don't have to do that though!” He took hold of my hand and started to lead me back through to the bathroom.
“No, I didn't have to but I did because, well reasons!” I shrugged. I supposed he would have tidied up later on or left it for his cleaner to pick up all the dirty laundry. I didn't have that luxury at mine so I tidied as I went. We were half way into the bathroom when I remembered my hair was still dyed at the ends. “I'll need to put my hair up cause the dye stains the bathtub, or at least it does mine!” I pulled a hair band from my wrist and put it up into a messy bun. It would do until it was washed.
“I'm sure it'll be fine! You suit your hair up, having said that your hair lends itself to any style!” He walked over to the tub and turned the taps on.
“Thanks.” I grinned as I wandered over to the large glass window. All the lights from the city were sparkling above the tree tops. I placed my hand on the window. “It's strange how magical lights make things look at night!” I turned around and wandered back over to the tub. Cameron had added some bubble bath out of a glass bottle. “Oh, fancy!” The glass bottle was sitting on the built up side of the tub and looked like it cost at least £100. I had never gone in for anything like that mostly because I had lacked a female influence. I bought nice bath products, but they cost a hella lot less than what Cameron used.
“Is it?! I think you can also get it in a plastic bottle!” He shrugged and pulled off his shirt.
“It's fancy to me! I probably spend more on hair care than I do bath stuff, so this is like luxury!” I pulled my shirt off over my head and placed it on top of his before wandering over to the light switch. “Can we have the lights off so I can see the lights from the city?! Or dimmed?!” I grinned.
He nodded at me. “Dim it right down but not too much we still want to be able to see each other!” He smiled and un-popped the button on his jeans and I watched unashamed.
“Enjoying the view?!” He grinned as he pushed them down his hips and kicked them off.
“Yeah!” I grinned as I dimmed the lights enough that I could still see him, but also enjoy the view he had from the window.
“You not gonna take your bracelets off?!” He looked confused.
I shook my head. “To cut a long story short, I never take them off unless I absolutely have too! One is tied on and they all have sentimental reasons for staying on!” I walked over as he was removing his watch.
“Oh, okay, not even your ring?!”
I shook my head. “Never comes off! I've had it since I was 15! I got really bad OCD about losing it so I just started wearing it all the time and you get used to it after all while! Same goes for the earrings!”
He studied me. “You're very much the creature of habit!” He slipped his boxers off.
I laughed. “Yeah, you could say that!” I slipped out of my bra and panties. There was a moment when we both just studied each other’s naked bodies. It wasn't awkward it was just natural. I stepped forward and traced my fingers over his chest. “I've never really felt sexy before, but the way you look at me makes me feel like I can draw my shoulders
back and stand with pride!” I grinned.
He placed both his hands on my shoulders. “Evangeline you are sexy! I don't care what anyone else has ever told you, or what you think in your head for me and I would guess to any man with half a brain cell you are sexy! You have a natural hour glass figure!’’ His hands swept down my sides making me draw a breath in. “I will teach you to hold your head high and not cast your eyes down like you're embarrassed!”
I felt my face flush. “I've always had a self-confidence issue I guess! You make me feel so much better about myself! Scars and all! Thank you!” I glanced at the bath.
“We getting in?!” I was excited.
He smiled. “Please stop saying thank you! I mean what I say! You will get used to compliments!” He stepped into the tub and sat down, leaving me space to sit down in front of him.
“I'm still gonna say thank you though, it's just good manners!” I grinned and stepped in. The water temperature was perfect and I slowly lowered myself in and sat with my back to his front.
“Good manners or not you don't need to thank me for saying it! I love you for all of you!” He kissed my right shoulder.
I closed my eyes and smiled. He made me feel happy. “Okay, you win I will try not to thank you for everything!”
His lips curled into a smile on my shoulder as he kissed it again. “Good to hear it! So tell me about your bracelets, you put a lot of sentiment into things you wear! That's new to me! I like what I wear, but I wouldn't be upset if I lost it, I'd just replace it!” He picked my right arm out of water and inspected it.
I smiled. “Ah yes, that's because you bought it! If your sister had bought you the watch it would mean something more to you right?!”
He made a thinking sound. “Hmm you have a point, so these are all gifts?!” His fingers brushed over the collection of bracelets and wristbands that adorned my wrist.
I smiled looking at my wrist. “They are! The first one, the glitter tube one my Dad got it for me from the gift shop at the Empire State Building in New York! It was pink when I got it! He said he'd bought it as a joke, but I actually liked it! I've worn it off and on for over a year now!”
