Chapter 12 is in progress, what you read is just a rough draft!
We had made it home after the show and got everyone settled in pretty nicely. Kim was going to sleep in the guest room that also doubled as a small office. Ike used it to put his computer and stuff in. He told Kim he would use his laptop so he didn't disturb her.
Taylor and Jessica stole both bathrooms as soon as we got home, which meant the rest of us had to wait for a while. That gave me time to talk more with Kim though, which was nice.
"Show me your room." She smiled at me.
"No funny business." I laughed at her.
She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. I grabbed her hand and walked down the hallway, every corner of this house was full of memories. New and old, all in the same. We bought this house a few years after signing our contract, and the old house was used to print up our fanclub magazine. People still went there sometimes, just to get something that belongs to us, or even for just a glance at us. I still wasn't sure why people reacted the way they did about us, we are people too. I opened the door to my bedroom and let Kim go in before me. I plopped down on my bed and patted the seat next to me. She sat down and looked around my room. Not the room of a typical 17 year old boy, not covered in half naked pictures of women or Playboy magazines shoved under the mattress. I had instead sheet music strew all over my room, notebooks filled with songs that I had written, and drumsticks of every brand and color. She laughed lightly and grabbed my hand.
"This isn't what I expected." She smiled.
"I know, you were probably expecting Cindy Crawford pictures and porno, right?" I laughed.
"Well, sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of?" I questioned, furrowing my brow at her.
"I don't know, this seems like you though. Music is obviously very important to you." She smiled at me.
"Music is my life. If I didn't have music, I don't honestly know where I'd be in my life right now."
"I understand that, I don't know where I'd be without my family. It's sort of the same thing as you." She smiled at me.
She picked up one of the notebooks and looked over at me.
"Can I look at some of them?"
"Sure, just don't laugh at me."
"I would never laugh at you Zac." She smiled again and opened the book. I watched her intently as she read through some of my most private thoughts. My heart was put on those pages, and no one ever read them except Taylor and Isaac. I had never opened myself up like that before, because I was worried about getting my soul trampled on. That was one thing, that I did care about. My music was one of the most important things in my life, and if it was made fun of, that bothered me. I knew not everyone would like our music, that was inevitable. But songs were different. Not every song that I wrote went to an album, but some of them meant alot more to me than a few spots on a record.
"These are beautiful." She whispered.
I looked up at her and she was smiling, but her eyes were glistening with tears.
"You have so much talent Zac, and I mean that. I can see why your records do well, because your music is heartfelt and....... beautiful. You write and sing what's inside of your heart." A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry. It's nothing to be emotional over. I put my heart into what I do, that's all. Everything I have ever felt, or thought that I've felt, is on those pages." I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. "Get up, and earn your wings tonight."
"What?" She asked quietly.
"I don't know, I like how that sounds." I answered. I reached up and wiped away the tear from her cheek. "I am so sorry about what happened before. I didn't mean to ignore you. I wasn't thinking straight."
"It's ok, really. I'm not mad at you anymore Zac." She placed her hand on my cheek. God, she felt so warm and soft. I hadn't known her but a week or so, and I wanted so much more than friendship. She was wonderfully mysterious in the way she talked to me, and the way she had touched my soul. Life was never going to go back to the way it had been, because I knew in my heart that I could never be without her again. She wasn't going to always be my friend, I knew that much. I could never just let her be that. She would become so much more. Every breath I took, I could feel her slip inside of me more and more, like she was taking over me in some way. She moved her hand into my hair, lightly brushing it aside. I shivered slightly, knowing that I couldn't hold on much longer. She was taking over every sense that my body possessed. My eyes shut tightly as she continued to touch me. I wanted so much to kiss her, to be with her. I wanted to feel her touch all over my body, even if it was just once. I wanted time to stop, for her to never leave my side again. She was taking over me, everything I had was slipping by at the speed of light, and all I could see was her and I. I opened my eyes, looking at her. I leaned forward and took her face into my hands. I lightly kissed her cheek, then the other. Then lightly, I kissed her eyes, her beautiful eyes that seemed to burn a hole into my soul everytime I looked into them. She sighed heavily as I leaned in closer, pushing my lips against hers. I closed my eyes again as we connected. My lips burned, every inch of my body felt as if it was on fire. I hoped that she felt what I was feeling at that moment. No one had ever made me feel as if I was dying inside, dying for more. She made me want her so badly, and she wasn't even doing anything. I coaxed her mouth open with the tip of my tongue, gently massaging her tongue with my own. Her kisses were filled with a passion I hadn't felt before, a need that I knew I had to satisfy. All I could feel was her mouth against mine, the sweet smell of her filling my nostrils with each breath. My heart was pounding once more, and I could feel her grab me around my waist, pulling her body against my own. Her lips were so soft, her tongue was so gentle. Everything else that was going on, didn't seem to matter. She pulled away and I opened my eyes slightly, her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, her lips were deep red, and her eyes were closed tightly.
"Zac......" She whispered.
"Yes?"
"I......."
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