Y'all KNOW I hate writing fluff lolololll

My heart won't allow it.

BUT you deserve it!

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It was a day much like any other. Me and the boys in a new city, a new show on the schedule. When we were all so young, wild and crazy.

We'd all been nursing pounding head-aching hangover results from the night before. Partying, drugs and modern times rock n' roll— that and a lot of sex.

I remember not feeling quite up to par that day. My face was pale, my eyes rung with tired, dark circles and my impatience at an all time high. I was accustomed to being quiet as a consequence of my self consciousness. I just really hope the makeup team can make me look presentable, and take the camera focus off of my mouth and to my eyes instead. That's why I wear the makeup. I've been told I have deeply captivating eyes. The liner brings them out more.

We had to make due with the worn out rock n roll scene for a while until we became known for our outlandish, unique style. Mostly thanks to my take on the high-end faux fashion statements that I'd pick up at little shops along the way. Everybody in the bumsucking world quickly became intrigued and knew who we were.

In those days we didn't care about the money— well, we weren't smart enough to be all that careful. We had enough for food, touring essentials, extravagant homes and extra bags for just for fun. It was a worthy price to pay for touring with my band, across the waters, across the land to get in bed with every blue-eyed floozy that came our way. That was "in" back then. Bagging the all time American Princess. A far cry from any bride to be. At least, I'd soon come to realize that fact

My taste had always been on women that fit that description. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, a tiny waist and legs for days. I didn't see anything wrong with that, until my sights were set on a different side of the spectrum. I was dating men and women, well...I wouldn't say dating, per say. More like, I'd get fucked every night and have the time of my life so much so that I would hardly remember a thing that happened the following morning, unless my nightly companion slept beside me.

The day in question— ah, yes. Let's get back to the topic.

It was a sweltering hot day and I'd decided, of course, to deck on a long sleeved button down, with my chocolate brown fur coat and my cream colored yarn scarf to hang around my neck. I wasn't going to be caught dead in anything hideous for this photo shoot. It was meant to be promotional. Maybe a cover for our new album. I had to bring my own reinforcements, like my dark aviator shades and a feathered wool Fedora hat, just in case.

Roger has been being a real nag. We were all so tired of his complaining since the moment we all met up that morning. The ride to the outdoor photo session was mostly quiet besides his insistent pestering.

"Fred, you should have seen the bird I took back to the hotel last night! Funny thing, she was there for you, but took a liking to me instead," Roger said as smug as can be, still sitting in the seat next to me, with is eyes closed.

I turn to him, with a look of fed up annoyance riddled all over my face. I crinkled my nose and let my mouth hang open, at a loss of words for him completely ruining my morning champagne time.

"Yeah well, that must've been the poor dear I caught walking out of your room in tears. I pity you darling, you never were able to last past those six bloody minutes, hmmm?,"

Much to my delight, Brian and John both joined in on my laughter at my quick witted retort. We were all so tired of the blondie bragging on his many lovers. He treated them all like his next victims.

I didn't really care about all of that, though. I just didn't want him to think he could get one over on me. If I want someone, I get them. It's really just that simple. I mean, look at me.

"Just keep your snake in your pants for the shoot. You know how much press could be following us, and we'll be out in the open for anyone to film," Deacy comments, looking all too familiar with the risky antics that usually happen when Roger and I decide to compete with one another.

"Mine stays in my pants," Roger quickly responds. "Freddie's the one who stuffs his costumes!," His cackling always annoyed me. The high pitch of it was really unsettling and he was dead set on firing me up now.

"Oh, darling, my hose is my own. Don't be jealous," I flash my teeth at him. The wide, cocky grin that I only use with those I'm most comfortable around.

When we arrived at the preset destination, we ran into the photographer. Some tight assed American man with a horrible accent and an anxious tick to his tone. He explained to us that the rest of his crew were running late. So, we waited and took in the sights of the small park while waiting on a short bridge that went over a large stream.

Being behind schedule was really working my sense of calm. That and standing on a bridge at high sun time- I don't now why I listen to Brian at all.

"Let's stand on the bridge," he says.

"Does anyone have some bread or crumbs for the ducks?," he asks.

"Let's feed the little animals- it'll be fun," he said.

Yeah, loads of fun watching poor Deacy get chased by a squirrel around the open field when we ran out of the muffins we'd carried for breakfast.

Seeing Brian's bewildered look of shock made us all start to giggle. His hair was in a disarray from trying to keep up with Deacy vs. Squirrel. His eyes were just about to bug out of his head at the sight! While Roger and I stood on the bridge, pointing and laughing and slapping our knees unable to contain ourselves.

"I'm sorry, Deacy!," Brian finally throws the remainder of his muffin towards the trees, for the family of squirrels to scramble away. "I didn't think the little dear would be such a terror!"

"It's fine.," Is all my shy friend allowed himself to say. He had a quiet smirk on his face and his eyes rolled quickly, before he let out a little laugh, proving to us that all was alright.

After a few moments passed, we realized that we'd only been waiting because we showed up a bit ahead of time. That still didn't excuse the fact that we were now a whopping 10 minutes behind schedule and completely bored, hot and bothered.

"Why did I have to give my perfectly good muffin to an ungrateful rodent-,"

My eyes roll back and my lips smack open to respond to the shrill voice of never ending complaints, when Brian interjects for me instead.

"Roger! That animal will probably have a full belly all day because of you, don't you feel the least bit better about-,"

When Deacy comes walking back from talking with the photographer, I listen to him explain that the crew would be here any minute. But my eyes were cast behind him.

I remember Roger saying something else that I didn't care for, but the only thing my memory can recall pristinely, is the first time I saw her.

I remember what she was wearing down to the red pumps on her feet. The reason that we met the way we did. She had me mesmerized on sight alone...the day an angel fell before my eyes.

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"You're the only one I want..," I whisper, finally breaking the silence that we share as we lay with eachother. Still awake as the sun comes up.

"...I don't know why I'm scared...We've been here before...every feeling, every word...I've imagined it all since the day that you were gone..," I sigh contentedly, basking in the sweet smell of her hair as it tickles my nose, she lifts her head, chin resting on my chest, to look up at me.

"I know it won't be easy to forget the past and simply be mine," She speaks in a calming way that instantly makes me want to cry as her fingers dance along my jaw line, she scratches the stubble that has grown. "I know it's not going to be easy opening up your heart again...I know you're scared of the pain..,"

I turn on my side to face her. Wrapping her closer to me by pulling her hips to touch mine, my hand travels down the dip out her waistline, up her arm and through her hair as I feel every fiber of her locks between my fingers, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this.

"Ive hung onto every word you've ever said. I lost myself in time. Even the mention of your name drove me insane. I sat and thought of you every second of every day and cried for knowing I would never hold you close again.." Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, I cup her slim face in my hand, gently as to not cause her bruising to ache. "Now that you're here...I don't care about anything else,"

I bend to meet her lips, the sweet scent of her breath wafts towards me when she breathes in quickly as I draw near. Her eyes shut slowly, her eyelashes fluttering in anticipation. I take in her delicate features— the look of an Angel. My Angel. And she's in my arms. A treasure I thought I'd never have again.

Her kiss is the one sensation that has rattled my every facade. Just a sink into her lips scares away any disillusionment. I press against her tenderly, wrapping my hand around her, pacing my hold on the small of her back.

My head is spinning with memories and cravings of my loves touch on my skin once again. Her hands start to yank on my short cropped hair, her leg wraps around my hips and like a slave to desire I roll on top of her in one swift motion.

Her mouth parts, breathing out a sensual gasp of pleasure, though this is anything but sexual. It's pure need and yearning for all the time we've lost.

My tongue swivels against her bottom lips. I break away each kiss slowly peeling my lips from hers to open my eyes and make sure that this is real.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep you happy, Angel. I'm going to prove that I am the one who can, walk that mile until the end starts..,"

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"Are you sure we're going about this in the right way?," I ask as I dig my finger nails into the palms of my hands. A nervous tick I've become accustomed to lately. "I don't want to frighten them by just showing up," I whisper as we help the children out of the car.

Lily still doesn't like me to be too close to her. I can't say that it doesn't hurt, but I'm trying to be sensible about it all. My baby girl has never really known me. At least my twins are happy as can be about my return— I hope they won't have trouble with this down the line.

"I'm sure Kash has already told them. I asked her to for me..I went to see her last night and I-,"

"Cherie!!!!,"

My face breaks into the largest smile of the day, when I turn to look and see Mama running down the wall way and out the front gate towards me with her arms spread open. She engulfs me in a tight knit hug, her short stature making her head level with my chest as she squeezes me close and starts to cry.

"Let me have a look at you, my dear—my god! You need food. Come in. Come on now all of my precious babies. Come inside and have something to eat!," She wraps her arm through the loop of mine and tugs next inside with her. The rest of my family following. I look over my shoulder to see Freddie still standing by the gate as the rest of us walk in the doorway.

He cradles Lily in his arms as his smile spreads from ear to ear, he stares at all of us and his beautiful brown eyes liquify—The look on his face is one of true happiness.

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