Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(116)

My mouth drops open, he’s wearing black jeans, with a white v necked t-shirt; he has on a black suede jacket, and is wearing wooden rosary beads and a cross around his neck. He looks every bit the world famous rock star that he is and I suddenly feel inadequate as I look at his perfection.

He smirks as he walks toward me and wiggling his eyebrows he asks, “Wanna see my bedroom?”

I stand and roll my eyes at him as he pulls me in for a kiss. “Not if you want to leave here any time this century.”

He kisses me on the mouth and squeezes my arse cheeks. “Suits me, I’m only going where you go for the rest of my life anyway.”

“Oh please, I’m gonna spew, is this how it’s gonna be again, you two all over each other like it used to be?”

“Fuck off Marls, we’ve got four years to catch up on, you’re just jealous coz you can’t keep a bird.”

“No Maca, I don’t want a bird, look at the f*ckin’ mess you’ve been in the past four years, writing shitty love songs and crying in ya beer every time you have more than two drinks.”

I bite on my bottom lip as I try to contain the smile this news induces, well good, I’m glad he suffered, makes me feel a little better about what I’ve been through.

Sean raises his eyebrows at me. “What you laughing at?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head and grin.

* * *

We finally make it back into Essex and are seated in the Indian Restaurant by eight o’clock. I don’t know when the table was reserved, but it was and it’s right at the back, tucked around a corner. Despite this, the boys still end up signing autographs for half the night. We laugh, joke and talk in the way that we always have, five lifelong friends catching up. There’s no rock stars amongst us, it’s just my two big brothers, my best friend and my boyfriend, until we head outside to our cars and all hell breaks loose. Somebody has obviously called the press and as I walk out of the restaurant first, looking behind me as I chat to Marley, I’m first knocked in one direction and then the other as cameras flash in my face. There’s suddenly chaos all around me as I’m asked my name, my relationship to the band, am I going home for a threesome with Marley and Sean. I hear Sean roar at them all to f*ck off from somewhere behind me, then Marley tucks me under his arm and walks me to Sean’s car as it bleeps and is unlocked by someone I am assuming is Sean, behind us. Marley pushes me into the passenger seat and then goes back to help Sean out, as he is now being mobbed by pap’s, reporters and a bunch of screaming girls. I jump as I hear a loud crack when a camera lens is pushed up against the window of the door, I lock the door quickly and just try and keep my head down and ignore the questions. Sean makes it to the car but then can’t get in because I’ve locked it; he scrambles for his keys, jumps in and locks the door behind him.

I know as soon as I look at him that he’s angry. “Fuck G, you okay, they didn’t hurt you did they? Fuckers.” He looks me over.

“I’m fine, it just freaked me out, f*cking hell, they’re aggressive.”

“Tell me about it and they’re getting f*cking worse, you sure you’re alright? I’ll knock them the f*ck out next time, they’re pigs some of them.”

The commotion is still going off all around us, cameras flashing, people banging on the windows asking for autographs; he starts the car and moves slowly forward.

“Move you stupid f*ckers!” he shouts and punches the hooter on the steering wheel. “I swear these people have a death wish.”

I don’t know why but I get the giggles and by the time we escape the ‘stupid f*ckers’ we’re both laughing at absolutely nothing.