The Music We Make

I was lounging on one of the patio chairs next to Jimmy as we passed a blunt back and forth. We were staring at the stars just like at the last party we were at together, but this time we were talking about random shit, laughing out asses off. I didn’t know if it was my high or if he was just really that funny, but it was probably a combination of both.

“I’m just glad on our next tour we won’t have to cram inside a tiny ass van together for weeks,” he said with a laugh. He was just telling me about the first time the guys went on tour, all crammed together in a van because they couldn’t afford anything else.

“Now you’re living a life of luxury,” I teased.

Jimmy nodded, “It’s going to be rad to actually have a tour bus. Like real fucking rock stars. It’s crazy.”

“I bet you’ll bring back girls every night and party, too,” I said, laughing for no particular reason.

“I will, no doubt. I am a sex NINJA!” with this, he jumped out of his chair, kicking and punching the air to show off his ninja moves. All the while I sat there, laughing so hard I was crying.

“Oh my god, that is SO sexy!” I said, fanning myself.

Jimmy struck a pose in front of me, placing his hands behind his head and jutting out his hips. “I know, right?”

“Shit, I’m going to miss you, Jimbo,” I said sadly, shifting my gaze to the stars.

“What are you talking about, Ring-around-the-Rosie?” he asked, sitting back down in his chair.

“You’re all going to leave and I’ll be here, working,” I answered softly.

“It doesn’t have to be that way, you know.”

I shrugged. I felt sad and didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I took another drag from the joint, closing my eyes and trying to relax as I felt the cloudiness take over. I held it out for Jimmy to take and he did, but unfortunately he didn’t drop the subject.

“We still have a lot do to on the record, you know.”

I nodded, not answering.

“And then promotions for touring before we go,” he said. I didn’t respond again, so he said,

“Rosie, you can’t think our relationships are doomed to fail already.”

“I don’t think that,” I told him.

“Then why are you so stressed? Enjoy life while you’re living it- don’t concern yourself with what-ifs.”

I sighed and looked over to Jimmy, who was looking up at the sky. “I wish I could be like you,” I told him. “So carefree.”

He shrugged, “I just know that might not live to be an old man. And hell, that’s okay because

I know that I’m trying to live my life to the fullest, as corny as it sounds. You should do that
too.”

I reached out for Jimmy’s hand. We sat like that for a moment in silence, hand in hand, as we gazed at the sky. Eventually, he squeezed my hand and moved to get up, putting out the butt of the joint in the ashtray beside us.

“Gotta piss,” he told me, waving his hand in goodbye. I waved back, relaxing into my chair.

I sat there alone, watching the rest of the people at the party having a good time. It wasn’t I was having a bad time or anything, but the whole picture made me sad. Maybe it was just because I was high, but I was feeling overly emotional about everything. In a few months, my life wouldn’t be like this anymore. I would go back to work on another album and all of my new friends would be gone. My boyfriend…

God, I hated to think about it. I needed to listen to Jimmy’s advice and just relish in the now. I looked over to where Brian was sitting with Johnny, Zack, and Andi playing Kings, which was a drinking game I used to play constantly in college. Instead of just sitting here wallowing, I decided to get up and join them.

I got up slowly, feeling a bit dizzy, then walked over to where they sat at the picnic table Zack had near the patio doors. I sat next to Brian, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Wanna play?” he asked me before kissing me on the top of the head.

I nodded, not moving from my spot. Andi started laughing before saying, “You’re high, aren’t you?”

I nodded again, but started giggling this time. “Blame James.”

“Your turn,” Zack said as he laughed at me.

I sat up and grabbed a car. It was a King, so I got to make up a new rule. “Hm,” I stared, placing a finger on my lip as if I was thinking really hard. “My new rule is that whenever anyone calls Johnny short, he gets to smack Brian on the head.”

“What the fuck?” Brian said, laughing. “I oppose this rule!”

“That’s not how the game works, motherfucker!” Johnny yelled. “Rosie is my new favorite person.”

“Shut up, short shit,” Zack said on purpose with a grin.

Johnny turned and smacked Brian on the back of his head, making all of us laugh. Brian in turn did the same, smacking Johnny in the same spot.

“Hey!” Johnny said. “That’s not the rule!”

“She didn’t say we couldn’t do it,” Brian said with a shrug.

“That’s true,” I said. “Sorry for your luck, Johnny.”

We all laughed and continued playing the game. Each card had its own rule and certain people had to drink at certain times. Really the King was supposed to be a rule about another time to drink, but we had fun with it, making up crazy things as we went along. Each time a card is drawn, it has to be slid under the tab of a beer can, and if the can cracks, the person who put in the last card had to chug it. We got through most of the deck before it finally cracked as Andi placed in her card.

“Oh, fuck!” she said laughing, removing the cards from the can. She cracked it open all the way and immediately started drinking it as we all cheered her on. She drank it like a pro, not taking one moment to stop.

She slammed the can down on the table when she was done and we all cheered. Zack kissed her, commenting on how sexy it was to watch his girl chug a beer. I smiled at it, but of course the negative thoughts crept up in my mind: in a few months they wouldn’t get to do this anymore.

Brian looked to me, seeing how my face dropped at the sight of my friends. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, giving me a gentle smile.

“Want to play again?” Johnny asked, shuffling the cards.

“Nah,” Brian said, getting up and pulling me with him.

As we walked away, Zacky whistled at us, teasing us the whole way from the patio to the kitchen. Brian went to pour himself a drink and I stood there, leaning against the counter watching him. He looked so cute as he brushed his messy hair from his eyes, concentrating so hard on making the perfect concoction.

He laughed as he noticed me staring and walked towards me. He set his drink down on the counter and put his arms around me, leaning down to kiss me. When he pulled away I nuzzled my head into his chest and slinked my arms around him, holding tight.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Probably the same thing that was wrong with you earlier,” I whispered.

He put his head on top of mine, holding me as close as he could. “Let’s just have fun tonight, baby.”

I shifted to look up at him, locking my green eyes onto his brown ones. I smiled up at him and said, “I am having fun. I’m high, still a bit tipsy, and locked in a really sexy guy’s arms. I just can’t help but think about…”

He chuckled then leaned down to kiss me, interrupting my thoughts. “I know what could help you stop thinking about it,” he said near my ear, moving to kiss my jawline.

I sighed happily, then started giggling as his kisses tickled me. I couldn’t stop laughing and he took a stop back, cocking his eyebrow, trying not to laugh at me. “Are you too high to function right now?” he teased.

“No, no, I’m good,” I said, moving away from the counter. I took his hand and pulled him to the hallway to go to one of the bedrooms.

“Not that one,” Brian said. “That’s Zacky’s. Go to that one over on the right.”

I followed his directions, tugging him along behind me. I pushed him into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He was grinning at me, loving that I was taking charge, and I pushed him onto the bed, immediately pouncing to be on top of him. The quick motion made me dizzy, though, and I had to stop.

I was straddling Brian and his hands were on my hips, but I had my hands over my face. I couldn’t move because I was afraid of getting sick, but I felt Brian’s stomach begin to vibrate under me as he laughed.

“Shut up,” I said, moving my hands. “The whole room is spinning.”

“My poor baby,” he crooned, a grin still on his face.

“I need to lay down,” I pouted, shifting my legs to get off of him. I laid myself down next to him, cuddling my head onto his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I looked up towards him and said. “I really want to have sex with you, but my brain isn’t really working.”

He laughed, “You’re so cute. We can have sex when it starts working again, okay?”

I nodded, closing my eyes. It only took moments before I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Brian’s embrace.

-0-

I woke up in the middle of the night, confused as to where I was, but knowing I needed to pee. I unwrapped myself from the blanket I didn’t remember putting on and looked around at my surroundings. Brian was lying next to me peacefully, lying only in his underwear. I didn’t remember that either, and see as I was fully clothed, I assumed we hadn’t had sex before going to bed.

I felt a tad dizzy as I got up to walk to the bathroom across the hall. The lights were still on in the hallway and living room, where I saw a few people passed out on the couch. Jimmy was sprawled out on the floor, using a pizza box as a pillow. I laughed to myself as I entered the bathroom, flipping on the light so I could see.

I squinted at myself in the mirror as my eyes adjusted to the light. My hair was a crazy, tangled mess and my makeup had run all over the place. I sighed, went to the bathroom, then cleaned myself up, trying to get the makeup off and the tangles out of my hair. After a few moments, I went back to the bedroom and laid back in the bed.

My movements caused Brian to stir and he turned to face me in the darkness. “You alright?” he grumbled.

“Yeah, just had to go to the bathroom. No puking for me,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

“You still high?”

“Not anymore. I feel better,” I told him. I slid my arm around his torso and snuggled closer to him.

He leaned in, kissing me tenderly on the lips, slowly sliding his tongue against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle with my own as my hand slid from his torso to his hips. He shifted himself then, moving so that he was on top of me instead of beside me. He spread my legs apart and as our kiss became more intense I could feel him getting excited against the fabric of my panties.

Brian moved away from my lips, planting kisses along my jaw, then down my neck. His hands moved my dress out of the way, slowly slipping it over my head. He continued his kisses down my chest, pausing for a moment to remove my bra. As he fiddled with it I giggled a bit, but stopped when he gave me a gentle smack on the side of my ass. I moaned as he finally removed my bra, latching his lips to my right nipple. His hand held my other breast, kneading it as he licked the other nipple.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling wetter and wetter by the second.

He moved from my breast to my stomach, continuing his trail of kisses. He stopped of a moment at the hem of my panties, snagging them with his teeth and pulling them down. I lifted up for him to take them off all the way, and right after throwing them on the floor, he was kissing my inner thigh. Slowly he worked his way to my core, kissing on the outside at first to tease me, then finally placing his tongue on my clit, causing me to gasp from the pleasure. He moved his tongue in circles, making my legs twitch at the sensation, then slowly entered in two of his fingers.

“Brian, oh… my…” I panted.

He quickened his pace, moving his tongue in rhythm with his fingers. His other hand moved to my breast, gently squeezing as he fucked me with his fingers. Feeling him all over me like that sent me over the edge; I felt myself squeeze around him and I bit my lip, trying to prevent myself from screaming and waking everyone up as I came. My whole body shook as my orgasm erupted through me, my back arching to cope with the sensation.

After I moment when my body relaxed, Brian removed his fingers and trailed more kisses up my stomach and back to my breasts. I was out of breath, but I wanted more.

“Fuck me, Brian. Now.”

He looked up and grinned at me, hastily removing his boxers. Without a moment of hesitation, he inserted himself inside of me, quickly thrusting hard. I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure with each thrust, no longer caring if anyone woke up. He lifted up both of my legs, wrapping them over his shoulders. He was kneeling now, pushing himself into me deeper and deeper as he used my legs for support. He gripped my thighs tightly, thrusting harder and harder every time. I gripped the edge of the bed, shouting out his name.

“Rosie!” he said, gripping onto me as he came to his climax.

Panting, he slow slid my legs off of him and moved to lay beside me. Both out of breath, we laid there, staring at the ceiling and holding hands. After catching my breath I moved to lay on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Damn, Rosie,” he said with a laugh.

I laughed too. “I want to end every day like this.”

“Me too, my Rose. Forever.”

And even though deep down I knew that ending my days like this could only last for so long, I let the though drift from my mind as I snuggled into his chest, drifting off to sleep.

Notes

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xoxo JJ