Inked Memories (Dedicated to Ri), chapter 8
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The tiny door bell ringed as I stepped onto the polished floor of Starbucks. I scanned the room for my treasure.
'Where could he be?' I wondered.
Just then, someone in a heavy canvas coat, pitch black shades and a scruffy looking beard waved at me from the far corner of the room. Without thinking I walked towards him.
"Hey sweet cheeks, come here often?" the anonymous voice spoke.
"If you don't watch that mouth of yours, you might not have one when I'm done with you," I replied threateningly.
"Oh, that sounds pretty kinky to me," and with that he gave me a cheeky wink.
That wink. That wink was familiar, and the voice...I had completely forgotten who I was meant to be meeting here. Then it clicked.
"Billie?" I stammered.
"Hush!" he silenced me, and then he grabbed hold of the beard and pulled it down to reveal his soft, shaven cheeks.
It was him, it really was! My whole body tingled and my heart melted. He ushered me to sit in the chair opposite him. I did with no exception. A waitress walked over she had auburn, curly hair, green eyes and a goofy smile...it was obviously Jess.
"Oh hey Ri! How are you? Haven't seen you in aaaaaaages!" Nope, she still hadn't hyped down, same old Jess. She then looked at Billie and raised an eyebrow.
Leaning over, she whispered in my ear, "Ri, I know you haven't had a guy in a while, but surely you aren't THIS desperate! You could get any guy you want, ditch this loser, he looks old enough to be your granddad!"
"Jess," I started. "It's OK, trust me, I'm not desperate." I looked up at Billie who was now drawing a little path through some spilt sugar. "And besides, I think he's quite a catch!"
Jess looked at Billie, then at me, Billie, me, Billie, me and Billie one final time and pulled a face which looked as though she'd just been greeted by a huge, steaming, pile of shit.
"I'll leave you to it then," she replied, still with her transfixed, horrified expression she walked away, hips swaying like they always do.
Billie turned to me and smiled.
"You know who'd she suit?" he began.
I shook my head. I had no idea, who WOULD suit Jess? It's not that she's nasty or ugly or anything like that, it's just... she's a bit... well... strange, too random and immature I guess... but I could speak for myself.
"Tré," he replied simply.
"TRÉ?" I choked. "She loves him! He's the inspiration for her drumming! He's her IDOL!"
"Well, we'll just have to get these to drummers to meet up then won't we?" He gave a cheeky grin and added. "They'll get along fine, they both like hitting things and banging stuff up..."
I giggled and blushed at this comment and lent forward slightly, allowing my legs to brush passed his. He followed suit, leaning forward, but this time he wrapped his legs around mine so we were interlocked. A huge tingling sensation rushed through my body and my pulse quickened.
"So... let's see what we have in common..." I could feel his warm breath on my skin, I could smell the scent of a lynx deodorant, and I could see straight into those emerald green eyes, they were like green glass, so clear and vivid that they twinkled.
"Well, I don't know where to begin!" I giggled.
He gazed back, almost transfixed, but transfixed by what? Oh God, I could feel a hot flush creep up my neck and burning in my cheeks, I was boring him! He was starting to doze off! I panicked.
"Erm, well... erm, I like punk music... you?"
He continued his relaxed stare, hesitated and slowly said, "Yeah, it's good; I like it... a lot..." He blinked. "But do you know what else I like?"
I wasn't too sure if this was a rhetorical question or not. I was too confused. Everything felt like a dream, and one hell of a dream it was too.
"Erm... cheese?" I blurted out. Oh stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!! I could've kicked myself for it, I'm sure he's wondering how much of a dick I am.
He laughed lightly, and stared deeply into my oceanic eyes and whispered,
"No, but I like you," he leant forward and kissed me passionately, I elapsed into the kiss automatically, allowing every worry flow out of me. Pure bliss.
'Where could he be?' I wondered.
Just then, someone in a heavy canvas coat, pitch black shades and a scruffy looking beard waved at me from the far corner of the room. Without thinking I walked towards him.
"Hey sweet cheeks, come here often?" the anonymous voice spoke.
"If you don't watch that mouth of yours, you might not have one when I'm done with you," I replied threateningly.
"Oh, that sounds pretty kinky to me," and with that he gave me a cheeky wink.
That wink. That wink was familiar, and the voice...I had completely forgotten who I was meant to be meeting here. Then it clicked.
"Billie?" I stammered.
"Hush!" he silenced me, and then he grabbed hold of the beard and pulled it down to reveal his soft, shaven cheeks.
It was him, it really was! My whole body tingled and my heart melted. He ushered me to sit in the chair opposite him. I did with no exception. A waitress walked over she had auburn, curly hair, green eyes and a goofy smile...it was obviously Jess.
"Oh hey Ri! How are you? Haven't seen you in aaaaaaages!" Nope, she still hadn't hyped down, same old Jess. She then looked at Billie and raised an eyebrow.
Leaning over, she whispered in my ear, "Ri, I know you haven't had a guy in a while, but surely you aren't THIS desperate! You could get any guy you want, ditch this loser, he looks old enough to be your granddad!"
"Jess," I started. "It's OK, trust me, I'm not desperate." I looked up at Billie who was now drawing a little path through some spilt sugar. "And besides, I think he's quite a catch!"
Jess looked at Billie, then at me, Billie, me, Billie, me and Billie one final time and pulled a face which looked as though she'd just been greeted by a huge, steaming, pile of shit.
"I'll leave you to it then," she replied, still with her transfixed, horrified expression she walked away, hips swaying like they always do.
Billie turned to me and smiled.
"You know who'd she suit?" he began.
I shook my head. I had no idea, who WOULD suit Jess? It's not that she's nasty or ugly or anything like that, it's just... she's a bit... well... strange, too random and immature I guess... but I could speak for myself.
"Tré," he replied simply.
"TRÉ?" I choked. "She loves him! He's the inspiration for her drumming! He's her IDOL!"
"Well, we'll just have to get these to drummers to meet up then won't we?" He gave a cheeky grin and added. "They'll get along fine, they both like hitting things and banging stuff up..."
I giggled and blushed at this comment and lent forward slightly, allowing my legs to brush passed his. He followed suit, leaning forward, but this time he wrapped his legs around mine so we were interlocked. A huge tingling sensation rushed through my body and my pulse quickened.
"So... let's see what we have in common..." I could feel his warm breath on my skin, I could smell the scent of a lynx deodorant, and I could see straight into those emerald green eyes, they were like green glass, so clear and vivid that they twinkled.
"Well, I don't know where to begin!" I giggled.
He gazed back, almost transfixed, but transfixed by what? Oh God, I could feel a hot flush creep up my neck and burning in my cheeks, I was boring him! He was starting to doze off! I panicked.
"Erm, well... erm, I like punk music... you?"
He continued his relaxed stare, hesitated and slowly said, "Yeah, it's good; I like it... a lot..." He blinked. "But do you know what else I like?"
I wasn't too sure if this was a rhetorical question or not. I was too confused. Everything felt like a dream, and one hell of a dream it was too.
"Erm... cheese?" I blurted out. Oh stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!! I could've kicked myself for it, I'm sure he's wondering how much of a dick I am.
He laughed lightly, and stared deeply into my oceanic eyes and whispered,
"No, but I like you," he leant forward and kissed me passionately, I elapsed into the kiss automatically, allowing every worry flow out of me. Pure bliss.
