Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(2)

“I know rockstars are meant to be badass and shit, but fuck me, people can be such pigs. This is someone’s home and they show no respect for it.” Naomi sticks up her nose at the stale smell of the place.

“I know what you mean.” I look at the sink and almost start gagging when I see yellow liquid. I’m praying to the gods it’s not what I think it is. I’m so getting my sister to give me and Naomi a money bonus for this shit. I still need to speak to her about paying me.

“Are you okay to start as I go check to make sure the guys are in bed okay?” They are grownups, but I have found them lying in their sickness, face down on the floor in their bedrooms. I’ve seen it all.

I’m surprised I’m not scarred.

“Okay, you go do your thing. I’m going to start in the living room. It stinks in here.” She heads to the closet, grabbing cleaning supplies before walking away.

I look around the kitchen that is normally pearl white clean, by seeing at it now you’d think we lived in a drug den or something. Walking out of the room, I head toward the grand staircase, pictures of the band hanging on the walls as well as some expensive artwork.

Heading to Troy’s room first, the bass player of the band, I hear moans and groans when I get closer to his door.

Why am I not surprised?

Troy always has a girl in his bed when they aren’t on tour. Troy is the womanizer of the band. The guy my best friend also has the hugest crush on. I shake my head, then decide to head to Tegan’s room next, my older sister. Pressing my ear to her door to make sure I don’t walk in on my sister getting some, I push it open and see her fully dressed sprawled on the bed.

“Tegan.” I nudge her shoulder, but she hardly stirs. I take off her boots and skinny jeans, placing them neatly on her chair in the corner of her room. Her room just like the rest of the bedrooms in this place look basically the same.

Huge bed against the main wall, opposite a fifty-inch TV mounted on the wall. A vanity desk near the long, huge window. A door near the TV that leads to the closet that looks more like another bedroom full of clothes and shoes. A few guitars lean against one wall.

The room is bare, though, apart from a photo of our family. A picture that was taken of me, Tegan, and our parents before they died. Tegan was eighteen as I was fourteen, leaving Tegan to be my legal guardian.

Tegan didn’t have to look after me. She could have said no. We were never that close, but she kept me at her side. She paid for my college tuition, so to show my thanks I became her PA.

I grew up with her band. I know every song, word for word.

Taking off Tegan’s shirt and placing her in bed, I feel like I just did a workout. Fanning myself, I place her shirt with her pants and tuck her in, her breathing coming in slow and steady. I tuck some of her hair behind her ear. I will admit she can be a grade A bitch, but she is my sister and I love her. I take a deep breath standing, closing the curtains before leaving, then shutting the door behind me.

I check in on Sam, the drummer, and he is in bed, alone. Sam is more responsible than the others, so I don’t really worry about him.

Knowing who I am going to visit next, I have to hold my stomach to stop the butterflies from forming. I pray to the Gods that he is alone. Ever since I first laid eyes on Nathanial Knight, the lead singer, I’ve had the hugest crush on him. I can’t be around him without my body heating up. If his skin ever touches mine I turn into a puddle of mush. The worse thing is, the older he has got, the more godlike he has become. Every time I hear him sing, I swear I feel like he is singing straight into my soul.

He is like any rock star. Music is his life, and the parties and girls are just an extra bonus to him. Girls throw themselves at his feet, begging him to be with them just once.

But who wouldn’t, though?

If I knew I had a chance I would do the same.

When I turn around the corner I see him sitting on the floor near his bedroom door and I can’t help but giggle. He never makes it to his room half the time. I approach him quickly and bend down, putting his arm around my neck, helping him stand, and when his eyes open and connect with mine, I almost gasp.

Seeing his light blue eyes is like drowning in the ocean.

You can get lost in them.

He smiles at me, leaning more into me as I help him into his room. “I missed you,” he slurs into my ear. “You haven’t visited me in so long.”

I lay him on his bed, taking off his shoes and socks.

“You saw me yesterday,” I tell him and he shakes his head from side to side.

“I don’t like it when you leave me.”

I look up at him and his eyes are on me. I push some of his light brown hair away from his eyes, my fingers lingering on his cheek. He leans into my touch.

“I would never leave you.” I bite my lip as I hesitate to take off his pants. What if he is going commando? “Nate, you wearing any underwear?” I say with a shaky voice.

“You will have to find out.” He winks at me.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help but smile at his playfulness. I know it’s wrong, but I like him when he is drunk. He isn’t as serious, and he talks to me. He says hi and stuff when he’s sober, but it’s different when he’s drunk.

When he’s sober I’m invisible.

He looks straight through me.

“I guess we are leaving your pants on.” I lean forward and start undoing the buttons on his shirt and when I get to the last one, he pulls me so I lie on top of him, his hands holding on to my upper arms.