She's Only Seventeen: A Novel of Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll

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him with me, much to my content. I don’t think life could have been more perfect then it was at that moment.
    We were in Pennsylvania and although freezing, to make light of the situation, it was suggested we go visit the battlefields of Gettysburg which were only a few miles away. We rented the shittiest, but cheapest jeep we could find and all eight of us got into it. Drew insisted on driving. I ended up having to sit on Shane’s lap because the car was so packed. Drew ended up being a horrible driver, going over every bump and rock he could find. This created friction between Shane and me. Before I knew it, I could feel Shane growing through his pants. He got really quiet and his whole body tensed up a bit. When we got there Shane just kind of sat and mumbled to give him a few minutes, and so the rest of us started on towards the first battle site.
    After about twenty minutes of walking and Shane still not back yet with the rest of the group, something suddenly came over me. I told the guys and Drew that I had left something back at the car and with an intensity I had never felt before ran light as air back to the car where I saw Shane standing with his back towards me.
    “Shane,” I spoke his name as I walked closer to him.
    He turned around and started to say “sorry” and he “wouldn’t let it happen again”
    He wouldn’t stop and just kept going on and on until I grabbed him and kissed him slowly on the lips. I don’t know who was more surprised. Breaking away from him a little, I looked up at him. He looked almost a little afraid and confused.
    Laughing, I said, “You shouldn’t have kept apologizing.”
    He chuckled a bit and leaned into kiss me. I let him with open arms. It could have only been a few minutes that we stood there in our adulterous embrace but to me it felt like a lifetime. I finally broke away and stated the obvious that we needed to get back before someone went looking for us. Once we finally met up with the others we explained that we had gotten lost and all was well again. We visited so many sites on the battlefields that day at Gettysburg, but nothing compared to the battle going on inside my head and my heart. Shane and I were normal, well as normal as we could be, as if nothing had happened. The band would have been in jeopardy and my relationship with Drew would have been over. I wasn’t ready for either of those to happen just yet.
    Shane
    February 1985
    Maybe she did feel the same. After all the way she kissed me, the way she touched me, it set fire to my whole self. I had watched her and Drew for the past couple of months. Amazingly they seemed so happy. Was I jealous? Yeah, I was. But that kiss, it gave me hope, or as close to hope as I would have liked it to be.
    Drew
    February 1985
    Roy had let Kat be in our latest music video for the single we were releasing, Doom . She played the part of a dark angel, wearing a black corseted dress and black tights with ridiculously high heels. She was put in black eyeliner, black lipstick, black everything. Even her hair had been dyed, falling in loose curls around her waist. To top off were the huge black wings she wore on her back. They were so heavy she had to balance herself correctly to stop from falling over every take. She laughed it off and joked with the camera crew as they helped her up. She was truly the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
    Thomas
    March 1985
    “Thomas, I’m so bored,” Kat whined.
    Arctic Circle had taken up a local studio in Hawaii to practice in for the next couple of days, so Kat, James, Ian and I were left to our own defenses.
    “Knock it off, it’s not that bad.”
    She made a pouty face at me.
    “Maybe I should go see if James wants to fuck me,” she suddenly stated
    “Where the FUCK did that come from?” I asked her suddenly very angry
    “Whoa there buddy, I was just kidding, I wouldn’t fuck James… again.”
    “Don’t even start, Kat.”
    Not that I even cared anymore. I had watched her

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