choruses were catchy, the lyrics were soulful, and the front man walked around shirtless with an eight pack on his stomach. I stared at him stupidly for a while, unable to form coherent thoughts. His jeans hung low on his hips and for a while when he jumped around, I waited with bated breath to see if his pants fell down.
“You alright there, Annie?” Ben asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you need me to get you a pan to catch the slobber?”
Without my eyes ever leaving Mr. Tall, Tan, and Tempting, I replied, “I don’t know what that area on a man is called- that V on his lower abs, but it never fails to render me speechless.”
I heard a loud, bellowing laugh next to me, but I refused to take my eyes off of the gorgeous singer. He jumped up and down while strumming his guitar, and I prayed silently that his pants met the stage floor. Was he a boxers or briefs guy? I couldn’t tell.
“You don’t want him. I’ve talked to the guy a few times. He’s a total dick to girls,” Ben said.
“Who said anything about dating him? I just want to make eye love to him for a while longer,” I replied. I followed him as he moved back by the drummer. I craned my neck to see. Where was he going? I sighed in relief as he walked back towards the microphone.
“You are shameless!” Ben shouted, laughing.
“Shh! I’m busy right now. Why don’t you plan out what bullshit you’re going to tell Miss I’m-wearing-half-a-skirt?”
“What are you talking about? She’s wearing a full skirt.”
I was about to protest when Brian, on my other side, leaned over and asked, “They’re really good, right?”
I nodded in agreement before my eyes went back to following the singer across the stage. The drummer played a solo, the crowd screamed as the band shouted, “We’re The Screaming Hammerheads! Thank you for coming out tonight! Our tour schedule can be found at the back of the club along with merchandise for purchase. Thanks for the support!” Ooh, I needed to get my hands on one of those tour schedules immediately. I clapped before putting my fingers in my mouth and whistling loudly. The sound rose above all other cheers and the singer bowed in my direction.
As the band walked off stage to greet its groupies, I walked back towards the merchandise stand.
“Where are you going, Annie?” Brian asked.
I pointed to the merchandise table and heard Ben say, “Annie here eye fucked the singer the entire time, and now she needs his schedule to stalk him.”
I turned around, glaring at Ben. “So, I eye fuck…or whatever you call it - sexy, half-naked men from time to time when I’ve been drinking all night long. You have sex with any dirty girl with low self-esteem and no standards. I’ve never stopped you from getting with any girl; I’ve never messed up your…” I waved my hands around trying to think of the right word, which was difficult with the amount of alcohol in my blood. “seduction games. I don’t judge you.”
He smirked at me. “Actually, I think it’s rather cute that you fantasize about boys on a stage…like my twelve-year-old sister.”
I groaned out loud. He didn’t just call me that word.
“I officially hate you. And for the record, just so you know, the next time you call me cute, I’ll….” My fists clenched in rage.
“You’ll what?” His eyes taunted me.
“I’ll punch you in the balls,” I replied.
His smile widened. “You wouldn’t.”
I looked him squarely in the eye.
“You alright there, Annie?” Ben asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Do you need me to get you a pan to catch the slobber?”
Without my eyes ever leaving Mr. Tall, Tan, and Tempting, I replied, “I don’t know what that area on a man is called- that V on his lower abs, but it never fails to render me speechless.”
I heard a loud, bellowing laugh next to me, but I refused to take my eyes off of the gorgeous singer. He jumped up and down while strumming his guitar, and I prayed silently that his pants met the stage floor. Was he a boxers or briefs guy? I couldn’t tell.
“You don’t want him. I’ve talked to the guy a few times. He’s a total dick to girls,” Ben said.
“Who said anything about dating him? I just want to make eye love to him for a while longer,” I replied. I followed him as he moved back by the drummer. I craned my neck to see. Where was he going? I sighed in relief as he walked back towards the microphone.
“You are shameless!” Ben shouted, laughing.
“Shh! I’m busy right now. Why don’t you plan out what bullshit you’re going to tell Miss I’m-wearing-half-a-skirt?”
“What are you talking about? She’s wearing a full skirt.”
I was about to protest when Brian, on my other side, leaned over and asked, “They’re really good, right?”
I nodded in agreement before my eyes went back to following the singer across the stage. The drummer played a solo, the crowd screamed as the band shouted, “We’re The Screaming Hammerheads! Thank you for coming out tonight! Our tour schedule can be found at the back of the club along with merchandise for purchase. Thanks for the support!” Ooh, I needed to get my hands on one of those tour schedules immediately. I clapped before putting my fingers in my mouth and whistling loudly. The sound rose above all other cheers and the singer bowed in my direction.
As the band walked off stage to greet its groupies, I walked back towards the merchandise stand.
“Where are you going, Annie?” Brian asked.
I pointed to the merchandise table and heard Ben say, “Annie here eye fucked the singer the entire time, and now she needs his schedule to stalk him.”
I turned around, glaring at Ben. “So, I eye fuck…or whatever you call it - sexy, half-naked men from time to time when I’ve been drinking all night long. You have sex with any dirty girl with low self-esteem and no standards. I’ve never stopped you from getting with any girl; I’ve never messed up your…” I waved my hands around trying to think of the right word, which was difficult with the amount of alcohol in my blood. “seduction games. I don’t judge you.”
He smirked at me. “Actually, I think it’s rather cute that you fantasize about boys on a stage…like my twelve-year-old sister.”
I groaned out loud. He didn’t just call me that word.
“I officially hate you. And for the record, just so you know, the next time you call me cute, I’ll….” My fists clenched in rage.
“You’ll what?” His eyes taunted me.
“I’ll punch you in the balls,” I replied.
His smile widened. “You wouldn’t.”
I looked him squarely in the eye.
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