I laughed and glanced up at Kill. He wore a half smile on his face, looking relaxed. I knew how he felt. Just being near him made the world feel right.
“Okay, no more staying away. I promise," I said, looking directly at Kill.
His nostrils flared, and he climbed on the bed next to me, kissing me hard on the lips. “So, when we go on tour, I expect your sexy ass to be on the bus with the rest of us.”
I looked at Jet, and then Kill, wondering what I was missing.
“I thought you weren’t signed yet?”
I could see Kill panicking, so I put my hand in his.
“I’m with you, no more running.”
He calmed but didn’t take his hand away. “Well, the show we played the other night...” He stopped, and I realized how hard it was for him to say the words. So, I nodded my head to let him know I understood. “Well, the reason we were playing that venue is because D got a call from one of the contacts he made while we were on tour. They wanted to see us perform a show, and if the outcome came out the way they wanted. They were going to offer us a deal.”
“That’s why D's being such a dick,” Jet said, popping a gummy bear in his mouth.
“He’ll get over it as soon as he hears from them," I said, easing some of the tension in the room. "So, what’s up with Bently?” I asked, wanting to change the subject.
Amy stuck her finger down her throat, pretending to gag on it. Jet looked at her, momentarily distracted.
“That was hot, Candy.”
I giggled, but when they started kissing, I kicked them with my good foot, telling them to knock it off.
“He met her at one of our shows, and they’ve been attached ever since. She has no family and dropped out before graduating high school. We tried to tell him she was just using him because of where he's going,” Kill explained. He stared at Amy and Jet, making sure they didn’t start going at it again.
“What did he say?” I asked, confused as to why Van would fall for someone like her.
“He said he liked her, because he knew who she was. There were no false pretenses, and he always knew where he stood with her.”
I mentally cussed Jessie out for screwing him up so badly. He would accept a fame-hungry whore, because there was no way he could lose his heart to her.
“That's awful,” I said, even more pissed off at my former best friend.
“I know. We tried to talk him out of it, but he's dead set on being with her, and there's nothing we could do to sway him."
My stomach growled, and everyone laughed.
“Hungry, Slick?” Kill asked.
“Starving,” I replied.
“Let’s go out and get something to eat. Let’s celebrate,” Jet said.
“I need to get my stuff out of the car,” I said.
“My car!” Kill exclaimed.
He kissed me on the cheek and ran out to reunite with his sex on wheels.
“Oh, and don’t mind the dent in the back, Killer.”
He turned to me, trying to assess whether I was telling the truth. I kept my face stoic, and he ran out, his feet banging down the stairs. I kicked Jet and Amy out so I could get dressed. After fighting to get my pants back on, Van came in with some of my stuff.
“You're pure evil, Faith." He chuckled “He's looking over the whole car to make sure it's still intact.”
We laughed as he left the room. I was struggling to put my shoe on when Kill walked back in.
