singingchicky

 OCTOBER

            “Hey Nayra! Come in here!” Brendon yelled from the  bedroom of the hotel.

            “What’s up?” I said, kissing his cheek and sitting next to him. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his laptop on his lap.

            “I want you to listen to this. I don’t know if you actually heard it or not.” He said, smiling. He had opened up a Youtube page with a song by a band called “The Paul Revere Jumpsuit Apparatus”.

            “I’ve never heard this band before.” I said, laying my head down on his shoulder. He simply smiled at me. “What?”

            “You’ll see.” He said, then started the song.

Here I am,
composing a burlesque,
out of where they rest their heads,
sulking in their splintered cradles.
And ramshakled hands,
They asked for it,
As a boy,
I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks and digested them with wolf intestines,

I fell from the heavens,
As a fetish blessed with,
An operatic skeleton,
And as the stars watch me descend,
I cracked a family tree and,
Chopped off all of the branches

            “Wait, that’s sounds like… when did you do this?” I said, smiling and replaying the song, totally enamored with the lyrics.

            “Well, you remember when we did that mix tape for Fall Out?” He asked, clearly happy that I enjoyed his side project.

            “Yeah, I do.”

            “This was on it.”

            “Oh. Cool.” I said, trying to be sneaky and take the computer from him, which actually worked perfectly.

            “I’m glad you liked it.” He said, then trying to take the computer back as I started playing a Jonas Brothers song.

 “No!!” was all I could really say (or squeal rather) as he tackled me and tickled me in an attempt to get it back. It was then when he finally stopped because he was inches from my face that we kissed again, like that first amazing kiss. With his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, I smiled and held onto his neck with both hands. Within that moment, I felt the same passion that had somewhat smoldered since we first got together on the bus. His hand slowly went down my back, pulling me closer to him as we never came up for air, before coming up front, trying to pull my pants off. “Wait, wait, stop.” I said, finally breaking free.

“What’s wrong?” He said, panting a bit.

“Well, It’s just-just-” He rolled over to be next to me instead of on top of me. I sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’m Abstinent.” I couldn’t look at him for a second, somehow feeling like this was the only reason for us being together. When I finally looked up, he had an understanding look on his face.

“Ok.” He said, before kissing my forehead, sitting up behind me, and holding me tight from behind.

“Ah come on! We only have about 5 minutes before rehearsal starts!” Odessa said as she stood in the doorway, laughing.

“No, no, no. It only takes him that long.” Ryan said as he came in, also laughing.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” I said before kissing Brendon on the cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom, starting to put my makeup on, going very pin up with my eyeliner and red lipstick. I came out, showing off my look.

“Well hello there doll face.” Brendon said, smiling. I tackled him, giggling. Somewhere in the middle of our interlude, my curled hair that was up and fallen over my shoulders.

“That’s not fair.” I said, fake pouting.