Absolutely Unforgivable(75)
I looked over to Billy to ask what song they were going to perform. He just shrugged. “I haven’t talked to the band yet. Trista just told me about this a few minutes ago. Everyone is on their way over now.”
I was sitting there in just a t-shirt and my panties. “I guess I better get up then.”
“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’ve called someone over to do your hair and makeup. There is a photographer coming at noon and I want you to look your best.”
“What?” I tilted my head a bit trying to figure out what she was talking about.
“Oh, hon, don’t worry. It’s nothing really. We just need to get some head shots and new band posters printed up so you can sign them at the shows.”
By the time I got out of the shower, Trista had already laid the clothes out on the bed that she wanted me to wear. It was a dress Jeromy had gotten me when we first came to Houston with the feather top and white tulle skirt. I put my hand to my ears, remembering the diamond dangling earrings Jeromy had gotten me as well. I sighed as I wondered if it would be appropriate for me to wear them today. They did match the dress and shoes that went with this dress so perfectly. I took a deep breath and walked over to my jewelry box now sitting on top of Billy’s long dresser and pulled them out. I ran my fingers over the little diamond chips and thought about Jeromy and how horribly things had ended with us.
He was still calling me non-stop and sent me a large number of text messages, but I didn’t bother to answer any of them. There was no point. There was nothing left to say. It wasn’t just that he lied to me and cheated on me. I was with Billy now and that’s who I wanted to be with, who I wanted to be with for a while now.
I did my best to shake off my guilt about Jeromy and walk back over to the bed to look at my pretty white dress. I did love it and since that first night I hadn’t had the chance to wear it again.
I still wasn’t dressed and had just a towel wrapped around my body; I had only had time to put on my bra and panties before Trista came bursting into the room.
“Throw this t-shirt on and some shorts.” She made her way to my dresser as she looked for some shorts she approved while I looked at the t-shirt she had handed at me. She had printed up t-shirts with the band’s name on them.
It was a simple black t-shirt with the band’s name in red raised lettering, outlined in white, in grunge-type lettering. It was actually a really cute shirt. I put it on as she turned her head to go through my dresser drawers. She pulled out a pair of my white jean shorts. They were short and hung low off of my hips. I eyed Trista warily as she handed them to me to put on. Trista may seem like she’s being nice and helping me get ready but I know her, I know she always has some other agenda.
“Hey listen. I know how you are and I know you are going to put on those huge white socks you like to wear around the house so at least these shorts will match.”
She was right. I did love wearing my comfy white Polo socks and as soon as I got my shorts on, I put my socks on next and made my way to the kitchen where the rest of the gang was waiting.
There was an annoying, all-knowing smirk on Travis' face. I really wanted to smack it off of him but I resisted the temptation. Instead I walked over to Billy and kissed him.
Billy handed me a bagel smeared with cream cheese. I put it in my mouth, loving every bite while Darla sniped, “How can you eat that thing? That’s just way too many carbs.” I didn’t listen.
In the living room Trista had large tables set up, and sent the girls in to sit at them to have our hair and makeup done. After our makeup was fully on, Brick came in with the camera. He staged various shots of the women putting our makeup on, as if they were just doing it, when in fact our faces were already fully made up.
He said he would overlay the band singing Jessie’s Girl to the video before putting it online. After we finished getting our hair done we lined up for our shots with the band wearing the new branded t-shirts. These photos were more casual and playful. Trista even let me keep my comfy socks on.
After a few group shots, Trista sent the girls to go change into their dresses. Me, however, she kept behind. Billy was seated and the other guys stood around him. I wasn’t sure where I should go but it turns out they wanted me in various places, like on Billy’s lap, learning into Zander while he held his guitar, spread out while each of them held various parts of my body like I was a surfboard and a few of me standing behind Billy.
Eventually Billy jumped up and threw me over his shoulder and everyone laughed as he carried me off. Billy put me back on the ground when we got to his bedroom door. “And here I thought we were going to have a hard time convincing you to do these photos.”