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“Bullshit. You have nothing going on. You work and hang out with Hank. Come on, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other. You deserve to have some fun and I will definitely show you some fun,” she says, pleadingly.
“Even if I could get away, there’s no way I’d be able to afford a ticket or hotel room.” I hate disappointing her, but this is just much too much out of my comfort zone. Not to mention expensive. I don’t make much as a bank manager and what I do makes goes toward all my bills. I have some savings, but that is for emergencies only, which this is definitely not.
“Brooklyn, it’s my treat. I’m paying for your ticket and you don’t need a hotel room, you’ll be staying with me. I’m not taking no for an answer. You need some fun in your life and I need to see my friend. So, I’ll check flights for next Saturday and call you with all the deets when I have them,” she says, talking a mile a minute with excitement.
“Poppy, times up. Get your sexy ass out here.” I hear someone say and she laughs once again.
“I’ll call you tomorrow Brooklyn. Tell Hank you are coming because it’s happening. Love you girl.” That’s it, that’s all she says before hanging up.
I stare at my phone for a second before I toss it onto the table. Going to New York and hanging out with Poppy sounds fun in theory, but I’m not sure it’s something I am comfortable with. I’d need to take time off work, leave Hank behind and fly by myself. I don’t know, it’s all so spontaneous and that’s not me.
The front door opens and Hank walks in looking worse for wear. His dull brown hair hangs in his sullen brown eyes as he tosses his keys into the bowl by the front door. I get up to meet him, giving him a peck on his parted, soft lips. Lips that at one time meant everything to me, now just feel more of a chore to kiss. “Hi, rough day at work? Pizza is in the kitchen and you can even choose the movie.”
“Alright,” he says and goes into the kitchen to get some pizza. I follow behind, watching the way his lanky figure moves in tempo to his somber mood. As is our routine we bring our plates to the couch to watch the movie. “How about a comedy?”
“Sure.” Suddenly, my mind is racing with thoughts of what I would bring with me to New York and it is making me uneasy. “So, Poppy called me. She invited me to New York.” I look at him, gauging his reaction.
As usual, he just nods his head to everything I say. Hank is a good guy, but he may actually be worse than me with routine. He doesn’t like his life interrupted in any way, which initially is what attracted me to him. We’ve been together for almost a year and he has pretty much moved in with me, but lately I feel like there is something missing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s been a nagging feeling the last few weeks. Maybe, that’s why the invite to New York has caught my interest.
“When would you be going?” he asks as he finishes off his pizza. The crumbs of which linger on his lightly stubbled chin.
“Oh, I don’t know if I’m going, but she wants me to go next Saturday,” I say.
“How long?” He crosses his arms over his scrawny chest. His eyes bounce back and forth waiting for my response.
“A week or so. Again, I’m not sure. What do you think?” I ask, hoping he will give me some solid advice.
“I think you should do what you want to do,” he says, getting up to grab more pizza.
I should do what I want to do. If only I knew what it was I wanted to do? If I don’t go, I’ll always wonder, what if. However, the thought of going, honestly scares me. I’ll need to figure it out before morning, because Poppy will be calling and expecting me to tell her I’ll be there. I guess the question is what risk will I regret more, going or staying?
“Fitz, toss me another Heineken.” Nate yells over the music pumping through the bus. I reach into the small fridge and toss him one. “Everyone shut the fuck up for a minute.”
I grin, taking a sip of my beer watching Nate try to get everyone under control. None of his yelling works, until he turns off the music.
“What the fuck?” Ethen yells, jumping up from his seat next to the blonde scantily dressed groupie he snuck on the bus.
“Shut up Ethen, you can get back to whatever the hell you are planning on doing in a second.” We all laugh when Ethen flips off Nate, but he just rubs his close buzzed brown hair with his hand and rolls his green eyes. “I just want to say that we rocked this east coast tour.” Everyone, including myself, cheers to the fact that it was a fucking amazing tour. We sold out every venue and the fans went nuts for our music. The parties were great, but the best part was the women, loads of women, who didn’t care about spending only a few hours with us and rocking our world. We’d made a huge splash in the industry and I couldn’t be more proud of us. Nate lifts his beer and we all follow suit. “To the best damn group of guys in the world. I’m honored to be a part of Renegade and to call you all my friends. And to our fearless leader, Fitz, thank you man. Now let’s get fucked up!”
I get up and pull Nate into a hug. “No need to thank me,” I say before pulling away. There is no need to thank me for doing something I fucking love. This band and these guys are my life.
“Holy shit, guess what?” Poppy says, tossing her thin girly figure into Nate’s strong tattooed arms. “You know my friend Brooklyn that I went to high school with? The only friend I have from back home, well she’s coming out next week. I’m so fucking excited. I can’t wait for you to meet her.” She turns her head, her copper eyes meeting mine for a moment as she delivers her next line. “I can’t wait for you all to meet her.”
“That’s great beautiful, when’s she coming?” He asks and I know I should leave, but I’m intrigued with the fact that Poppy has a life away from the band. She never talks about it and I think it will be cool to meet someone from her past. Nate, Ethen, Ralph and I all grew up together, in the streets of New York. There’s nothing we don’t know. We know every intimate detail about each other, and some not by choice. Like the time Ethen felt up Ralph’s younger sister in the back of a theater during the late night showing of Armageddon and Ralph tried to kill him every day for the next two weeks. We’ve all been there for every tattoo and piercing, when we got drunk for the first time, hell even when we lost our virginity. Poppy is a mystery, an intriguing one with a past we know nothing about, so this should be fun.
“Well, I told her I’d call about flights and book her one for next Saturday. After I have a beer I’ll get online and figure it all out. Oh my God, I can’t wait. I haven’t seen her in years,” she exclaims with excitement.
I feel a hand snake around my waist and turn my head. Another groupie, but I’ll sure as hell take advantage of the situation. Turning around, I pull her against me, resting my hand on her ass. She’s definitely sexy. Brown hair, brown eyes and tight body. Her black Renegade shirt is tight and her tits are spilling over the top of it. I take a sip of my beer and give her a wink. “What’s up?”
She runs her hands down my chest and hooks her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, giving me a wicked smile. “Why don’t you show me?”
Squeezing her ass, I grind my thickening cock against her, showing her exactly what’s up. “I’ll show you a hell of a lot more than that baby,” I say and pull away, grabbing her tiny hand, leading her to the bedroom. My bus, my bedroom, at least for right now. I’m not an asshole, I’ll share and I don’t just mean the bed. I’ve had more than one girl in my bed, hell Ethen and I have shared girls in this bed.
We walk into the bedroom and I close the door, letting go of her hand. She spins around and smiles at me. “This is surreal, I’m in Fitz’s bedroom,” she whispers and I simply nod. She pulls her shirt off, revealing her heavy, round tits, spilling out of her bra. I yank my shirt off and drop it to the floor as I pull her against me. “Wow, I
never thought I’d be this up close and personal to Fitz’s rock solid abs. They look even hotter in person. Do you want to know my name?”
I crack a smile and press my lips against hers, stopping her from any more questions and from telling me her name. Fuck no, I don’t want to know it, it’s easier this way. The less I know about them, the better. I know I sound like an asshole, but I’ve learned along the way. She moans when our tongues connect. I wrap my fingers in her long, silky hair and kiss her hard and rough, giving her an idea of exactly how I’m going to fuck her.
