End of Day 1

Lucas

We had to spend an hour more waiting to leave the backstage room to make sure everyone had cleared out. It is late at night around two am and my eyelids are getting heavy. I'm walking like a zombie out to the car. My hand is in hers and I tighten my grip to get her to look at me. Her cobalt blue eyes are locked on mine so innocently it grips my heart. I can't believe she agreed to stay with me.

I finally don't feel alone in the world with her by my side. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. It doesn't matter how many people surround me I am lonesome all the time. I know I just met her but I have a strong feeling about this, about her. I just hope she feels the same.

My eyes close for a moment and the car hits a bump and I awaken. My head is on her shoulder and her hand is cupping the side of my face to keep it there. She tilts her head and places it on top of mine. No one has ever touched or cared for me like she is doing right now.

My parents were never affectionate they saw me like a dancing monkey. They constantly pushed me into contests and into shows. I was just a future payday to them. While I love my job I missed out on my childhood. I'm still missing out on life now.

I suffer from a lot of depression and having Jen around has been keeping it mostly at bay. So far her presence makes me happy which I haven't truly felt in a long time. Before her, I would have small glimpses of happiness but it tends to never stay. My fans only see the fake mask I put on every day. I don't show them I'm struggling. It tends to wear down on me.

Earlier when she joked about Mitch I was in the throws of depression but she smiled at me and laughed and the cloudiness in my mind cleared. I felt her sunshine breaking through me lighting everything inside me up. I'll do anything to keep that. To have her with me as long as she allows.

We're currently in the lobby of the hotel. The hotel's theme is the 1920's even the hotel employees are dressed for the part. There's a cocktail bar off to the side with swing music coming from it. She is currently tapping her foot to the beat and nodding her head. Even though I'm exhausted I can't help myself.

I squeeze her hand to get her attention and she smiles at me so genuinely my heart stops. "Follow my lead." I grin at her and maneuver my hand to twirl her out from me. It was an awkward attempt but she laughs and I twirl her to bring her back to me.

"Stop making a spectacle of yourselves," Brian says harshly. "Stan you'll be staying with them in their room. Your bags are already up there." He hands Stan the keys.

"That won't be necessary," I say wanting alone time with her.

"Oh it is definitely necessary," Brian says forcefully.

I start to get angry and am about to chew him out when Jen's grip tightens on my hand. She moves close so she's flushed against me and whispers "Pick your battles," My eyes move to hers and she smiles at me and nods her head towards the elevators.

In my opinion, this was a huge battle to fight for. Our privacy. The chance to be alone together. Although she does have a point. Because Stan will be in the room she will be sharing my bed. Instantly I can feel the fight leave me. A huge smile overtakes my face.

I pull her along and lead her to the elevator. A couple steps out so we step in after them. Stan and Brian follow. Brian presses the 10th floor button which needs a key to be accessed.

"Room ten is for you guys, I'll be in eleven, Don't bother me," Brian says leaving and not looking back.

Stan puts the key in and unlocks the door and holds it open for us. I have her enter first and I watch her as she takes in the hotel room. It's basically like any other hotel room except the room is much bigger. The decor is more elaborate and glamorous as well. I don't want to waste my money on suites it's unnecessary.

I walk past her and sit down. "This is our bed." I pat the mattress. I look at her and I can feel the fire in my eyes. Her cheeks become pink and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She averts her gaze from mine.

"Oh no, she will be sleeping over here. I will be sleeping with you." Stan says sternly.

"The fuck you will! She's sleeping with me and that's final."

Stan sighs in defeat. "I'm too exhausted to deal with you."

"I need something to sleep in," Jen says nervously. I watch as she twirls the hem of her dress.

Immediately I unzip my suitcase and pull out my favorite t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. "Here you can wear these." I hand them over to her. She gingerly takes them from me with a small smile and goes into the bathroom to change.

She walks out of the bathroom her cheeks bright red and her eyes have a nervous look to them. Walking over to me she stands in between my legs. "Can you... um... untie the knot so I can tighten the shorts? I couldn't get it."

"Sure," As soon as I agree she lifts the t-shirt she is wearing all the way up to her ribcage. She tightens it up and holds it behind her back. The other hand is holding the shorts up. I swallow hard. All I can see is her beautiful slightly tanned stomach directly in my line of vision.

My eyes trail down to her hips and her light pink cotton panties with a tiny hot pink bow in the center catch my attention. I can feel myself hitting my limits. I grasp her waist and then rub my thumb up and down in a soothing motion. I watch my hand as it caresses her skin.

Goosebumps prickle along her skin and I look up to her. Our eyes are mirroring each other. We are both enjoying this. Her eyes are looking at me with need in them. No one has ever looked at me that way before. I like it and want to see it in her eyes more often. While we continue to stare into each other's eyes I move my hand down to her hip.

I delicately brush my thumb over the top band of her panties towards her belly button and sweep it back and forth. Her body shivers under my hand. She is looking down on me like I'm the focal point of her universe.

"Knock it off you two. It's bedtime. Let the adult sleep."

I can feel the fury in my eyes I'm about to yell at him when she quietly says "Help me." I do as she wants and I tie the shorts tightly. She steps away from me and I go to grab for her but she's already starting to walk around the bed towards the window.

My eyes follow her as she moves the blanket back and scoots in under the covers. I go into the bathroom and take off all the parts of the disguise. I make my way back to the bed and lift my shirt over my head. I toss it onto the nearby chair.

My attention goes directly back to her because all my brain can think about is her. Her eyes are trailing up and down my body. I feel my skin flame in every place her eyes linger. Crawling into the bed I start to get closer to her. "The bed is big. Keep a distance apart or she goes home." Stan says through a yawn.

Stan shuts the light off and the dark settles in the room. The lights from the city are shining through the cracks in the blinds of the window. It silhouettes her face giving it an ethereal glow. I find her hand and pull it into mine so our hands are intertwined in the middle of the bed.

Her eyes are looking into mine and she looks so enchanting like something out of a fairytale. I can feel my eyes looking back at her with intensity.

"What's your favorite movie?" She asks me and I can see she is truly interested.

"The John Wick series. He was so in love and in grief when they killed his dog who was his peace he laid waste on his enemies. It's romantic and badass." I don't know if she can see it in the dark but I smile. I would be just as distraught without her. I don't know how I'm going to leave her.

She has had a profound impact on me already. She makes me feel happy it's the thought of losing her that makes me depressed. It might seem rushed or crazy to others but it's true.

"What's yours?" I run my fingers through hers just to feel the tingling sensations.

"Ready Player One I love the gaming aspect of it. It just seems so fun I would love to live in that universe."

"That movie is cool! That's a great choice," I say as I rub my thumb in circles on the back of her hand. Her hand is so soft that I feel compelled to kiss it. I raise her hand to my lips and give it a long kiss.

I notice that her body has come closer and closer as time goes on. I don't think she even realizes she's doing it. She is just naturally drawn to me. That makes my stomach go in loops. I pull her the rest of the way towards me and kiss her on the forehead. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her close.

"If you could have one super power what would it be and why?" She asks in a calm tone.

"Invisibility, It would help in my line of work. What about you?"

"I like the idea of the power of suggestion. So I guess that would fall under mind control. Do you know how much one could change the world for the better with that power? It would change things greatly. I guess that sort of thing wouldn't be as important to you because you can affect people with just your voice but I still think it's cool." She puts her arm over my chest and snuggles into me.

"I like that power but I can't affect anything," I say confused by what she means.

"That's not true. Your fans would walk to the ends of the earth for you. With how popular you are your voice could inspire and change so many things. If you have a passion for something you could make a change easily or sway minds." Her voice raises a little as she speaks to me passionately. "What do you care about? What do you think you could do to make a difference?"

"I... I... don't really have a passion for anything that would make a difference." I say sounding worried that I would let her down.

"Well what happens to all the food you have left over from after a concert? What do you do with all those stuffed animals and extra gifts?"

"The food and extra stuff usually gets thrown out."

"What?!" She screeches and I can hear Stan grumble and shift in his sleep. "There's people who are starving that would need or want that extra food and candy. Also, there are kids and orphans who have no gifts that would cherish those toys. Those are things I'm passionate about."

I suddenly feel horrible about myself. What must she think of me? "I will fix that as soon as possible." I turn over so that I'm facing her. Our eyes are aligned and I find myself entranced I just can't look away. Why didn't I think about the things she mentioned? Am I really that self-involved? I spend most of my time depressed so maybe I am. I can feel the depression starting to take over me. The storm clouds descended over my head and falling down my body.

She takes my hand in hers and turns it and she kisses the middle of my palm. Her lips linger there for a few minutes and then she kisses it again. I feel like a blooming flower reaching for the sun. The one sweet gesture chasing my storm clouds away. Before her, every day felt like I was drowning and searching for breath. But with her I feel my lungs completely full of oxygen like I'm finally able to breathe.

"If you could have dinner with anyone alive or dead who would it be?" She cups my face and runs her thumb along my cheek. My body becomes even more alert at the gesture. I lift the t-shirt she is wearing up and place my palm on the skin of her lower back. She gasps and presses herself up closer to me.

"Easy I would say you," I say my voice giving away how turned on I am.

She laughs lightly. "Besides me,"

"Then I would say Galileo Galilei. He is one of the most famous astronomers. He lived in the 1500 to 1600's. Would be interesting to talk to him about his thoughts when I tell him what we know today as well as learn what life was like for him then. How about you?"

She remains quiet for some time and I wonder if she has fallen asleep. "My parents." She says so softly I almost missed it.

Not knowing what to say I press her closer to me and begin to run my fingers up and down her spine. I feel her shiver and it sends a pleasurable response all over me.

"What's your favorite drink?" I ask her out of nowhere.

She smiles. "Pear lemonade."

"I've never had that. I would like to try it. My favorite is root beer. Especially in a frozen stein. Yum. I'm addicted to the stuff."

"Well we better get to sleep or we will be wrecked tomorrow." She tells me as I lean in and kiss her cheek.

"I'd rather just stay here and talk to you forever," I say while my lips brush against her cheek while I speak.

"I feel the same but you need to sleep." She turns her head and kisses my cheek. "Good night," she says moving to the far side of the bed. I don't like the distance she created between us. She stretches her arm across the bed and grabs my hand. She holds my hand tight and I watch as she closes her eyes. I get comfortable and do the same and quickly I drift off to sleep.