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don’t think he does.
“Damnit D I told you to leave her alone.” I
hear Johnathan yell on stage. My back is to them. I’m trying to
focus my attention of my best friend who’s feelings I’ve obviously
hurt.
“Whatever… Dude. It’s not like I’m trying to
fuck her. Well maybe by the end of the tour I will. She’s hot and
spicy. Just how I like em.” D says.
I hear a loud growl like a dog come out of
someone’s throat. It’s not Stacy’s so I have no idea whose it
is.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at D. And not
say a word. The band is setting up on stage and the last thing I
need is an all-out brawl with me and D in front of thirty thousand
screaming fans. Although I think I could take him. A good kick in
the balls would probably do him some good. Take him out of
commission a day or two.
I shake my head back and forth to clear my
head. I can hear the guitars start behind me and D starts in on the
drums. It’s so loud with thousands of screaming fans.
“Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Stace I love
you. You’re my best friend. Like seriously. Hands down the best
friend I ever had. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
He smiles a megawatt smile at me. His blond
hair is like a sexy mop on top of his head. He leans over and WOAH!
What the hell! Plants a big kiss right on my lips. My skin sparks
at his touch. Letting go of my hand he aggressively pulls me into
his arms and attempts to push his tongue between my taught lips.
Trying to coax them open. I’m breathing heavily. Oh my god! I
cannot believe this is happening. What the fuck is this man
thinking? I try to pull away from him but he keeps trying to invade
my mouth. Man, he is not smooth at all. I can’t speak, his lips are
trapped against mine. I hear a loud growl echo in the stadium. I
try to turn around to see Johnathan because I know he has to be the
one who’s making that sound he’s the only man with a mic. But Stacy
has me in this less than sexy lip lock. I shove my hands against
his stomach hard to make him release me and he does.
Bending over I put my hands on my knees to
catch my breath. I turn my head and see Johnathan staring right at
us. I wave him off. Mouthing ‘I’m fine.’ He growls again into the
microphone and shoots the hardest angriest stare at Stacy that I
have ever seen. It’s seriously scary. He lets go of the mic and
stalks towards us. Oh no!
“What the fuck are you doing Johnathan?!” D
yells.
I lock eyes with him on his way over to me.
Standing up I point over to the microphone and then to the fans.
‘Go.’ I mouth because I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the
anxious and not patient, I might add crowd. He frowns deeply with
clinched fists at his sides his knuckles are seriously white and he
glares at Stacy again. He’s pissed. Not a little pissed but raging.
I have no idea why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe he saw Stacy
forcing me to kiss him. I haven’t a damn clue. But he stalks rather
angrily back over to the mic and glances back at me for reassurance
I nod and he starts singing.
“What the fuck was that?” I yell when I turn
to Stacy.
“I’m so so sorry Em.” He apologizes, he’s
kneeling on the ground. I can see the pain on his face when he
looks up at me. I rejected him. I sure as hell did. He’s hot but
Jesus he’s my best friend and I don’t kiss men. I don’t date them.
I sure as hell don’t make out with them on the stage of a rock
concert.
“What were you thinking?” I tap my toe on the
ground. I am so damn fidgety.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head back and
forth.
“Yes. You. Do. Now out with it!” I screech
forming my mouth into a thin line. Getting more pissed off as each
second passes. Thank god the band is playing or this would be a
total sideshow act.
“You’re so beautiful I dunno what came over
me.” He pleads.
“We’ve been friends for over ten years. Ten
years! Stacy. And not once have you tried to kiss me or
don’t think he does.
“Damnit D I told you to leave her alone.” I
hear Johnathan yell on stage. My back is to them. I’m trying to
focus my attention of my best friend who’s feelings I’ve obviously
hurt.
“Whatever… Dude. It’s not like I’m trying to
fuck her. Well maybe by the end of the tour I will. She’s hot and
spicy. Just how I like em.” D says.
I hear a loud growl like a dog come out of
someone’s throat. It’s not Stacy’s so I have no idea whose it
is.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at D. And not
say a word. The band is setting up on stage and the last thing I
need is an all-out brawl with me and D in front of thirty thousand
screaming fans. Although I think I could take him. A good kick in
the balls would probably do him some good. Take him out of
commission a day or two.
I shake my head back and forth to clear my
head. I can hear the guitars start behind me and D starts in on the
drums. It’s so loud with thousands of screaming fans.
“Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Stace I love
you. You’re my best friend. Like seriously. Hands down the best
friend I ever had. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
He smiles a megawatt smile at me. His blond
hair is like a sexy mop on top of his head. He leans over and WOAH!
What the hell! Plants a big kiss right on my lips. My skin sparks
at his touch. Letting go of my hand he aggressively pulls me into
his arms and attempts to push his tongue between my taught lips.
Trying to coax them open. I’m breathing heavily. Oh my god! I
cannot believe this is happening. What the fuck is this man
thinking? I try to pull away from him but he keeps trying to invade
my mouth. Man, he is not smooth at all. I can’t speak, his lips are
trapped against mine. I hear a loud growl echo in the stadium. I
try to turn around to see Johnathan because I know he has to be the
one who’s making that sound he’s the only man with a mic. But Stacy
has me in this less than sexy lip lock. I shove my hands against
his stomach hard to make him release me and he does.
Bending over I put my hands on my knees to
catch my breath. I turn my head and see Johnathan staring right at
us. I wave him off. Mouthing ‘I’m fine.’ He growls again into the
microphone and shoots the hardest angriest stare at Stacy that I
have ever seen. It’s seriously scary. He lets go of the mic and
stalks towards us. Oh no!
“What the fuck are you doing Johnathan?!” D
yells.
I lock eyes with him on his way over to me.
Standing up I point over to the microphone and then to the fans.
‘Go.’ I mouth because I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the
anxious and not patient, I might add crowd. He frowns deeply with
clinched fists at his sides his knuckles are seriously white and he
glares at Stacy again. He’s pissed. Not a little pissed but raging.
I have no idea why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe he saw Stacy
forcing me to kiss him. I haven’t a damn clue. But he stalks rather
angrily back over to the mic and glances back at me for reassurance
I nod and he starts singing.
“What the fuck was that?” I yell when I turn
to Stacy.
“I’m so so sorry Em.” He apologizes, he’s
kneeling on the ground. I can see the pain on his face when he
looks up at me. I rejected him. I sure as hell did. He’s hot but
Jesus he’s my best friend and I don’t kiss men. I don’t date them.
I sure as hell don’t make out with them on the stage of a rock
concert.
“What were you thinking?” I tap my toe on the
ground. I am so damn fidgety.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head back and
forth.
“Yes. You. Do. Now out with it!” I screech
forming my mouth into a thin line. Getting more pissed off as each
second passes. Thank god the band is playing or this would be a
total sideshow act.
“You’re so beautiful I dunno what came over
me.” He pleads.
“We’ve been friends for over ten years. Ten
years! Stacy. And not once have you tried to kiss me or
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