Oreos
for Breakfast - Chapter 10
By
The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin
Coach
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I rolled over, reaching for her, but the bed was empty. "Rache?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking around. Hotel room. Middle of the day.
I was with Rachel, right?
Yeah, I was naked, and her stuff was everywhere. Definitely with Rachel, so where was she?
In cabana 14 at the pool, according to the note she left me on her pillow. I had the vaguest memory of the phone ringing, but nothing other than that.
We needed more sleep. Two nights ago we were so busy fucking that we barely slept, and last night on the bus, I'd spent more time talking to James than sleeping. I was surprised the phone woke her up, actually.
Mmmm… Rachel in a swimsuit. She liked bikinis, to show off her tattoos, sexy ones cut like tank tops.
I rolled out of bed, finding my suit and a T-shirt, grabbing my ballcap and sunglasses as I walked out the door. The door slammed behind me and I hoped that Rachel had a key, because I didn't.
They were all there at cabana 14, which looked rather like a grass hut. Actually, they seemed to have 15, too, there were an awful lot of lounge chairs around. Darien was sprawled out on a chair, a drink in one hand and a book in another. Lola had a magazine in the chair next to him, and Rachel was lying on another, talking to Jeremy, who was sitting at the foot of her chair.
Where was James? Why was Rachel talking to Jeremy? Did he appreciate her body as much as I did? She didn't wear tiny, trashy bikinis, this one was black and looked like exercise gear. She was sexy without even trying.
She saw me and grinned and I realized what she said this morning to me was true. She didn't want Jeremy, she wanted me. I'd never seen her grin at Jeremy like that. "Nick!" she called, holding out a hand to me. "You woke up."
I took her hand, giving her a kiss, and not caring if Jeremy was watching. She was mine now. "You should have woken me. How long have you been out here?"
"About an hour," she shrugged. "You were unwakable, darling."
I sat on the empty chair next to her. "You just didn't try hard enough."
"Well, short of jumping up and down on your chest, I wasn't sure what else I could do."
"If there was a PlayStation in the room, you could have just turned that on, that would have gotten him up," Jeremy teased, and I smiled over at him.
"Nah, the fellas have tried that. Doesn't work."
Jeremy started to say something else, but James joined us, leaning down to kiss Rachel's forehead. "Your turn."
She smiled up at him. "Jeremy can have mine."
James raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure? The man is a genius."
"Yeah, he needs it more than I do." She poked Jeremy with her toe. "Go, J, enjoy."
He shrugged and stood up. "I'm not gonna argue." He disappeared into one of the grass huts, and I looked at Rachel.
"What the hell?"
"Massage," James sighed, taking Jeremy's place at the foot of Rachel's lounge chair. "They set up the little table in the cabana and it's nice, to be sorta outside. And the massage guy we got is very hot."
"Always a plus," Rachel agreed.
"I told him I'd put him on the guest list for tomorrow. Lola!" he called, and she looked over.
"I did that after my massage already, dear. He's not your type."
"Really?" James wondered. "I beg to differ."
"I think he liked me," Lola taunted, and James got up, going over to argue with Lola about who got to date the massage guy.
Rachel laughed, watching them. "Yeah, but I bet he was thinking about me," she said, and I laughed, leaning over to take her hand.
"You could have had the massage, baby. You don't have to stay here because I showed up."
She looked back at me with a smile. "But I want to. Besides, I'm all happy and relaxed, don't they say sex relieves all sorts of tension?"
I kissed her hand, remembering just a few hours ago. It had just been sex, we didn't break any new barriers like we did the other night. But it was right. After talking about Jeremy, I just wanted to feel close to her, and it worked. She held on to me so tight as we fell asleep afterwards. "I'll be your personal sex therapist, then," I joked, and she grinned at me.
"Excellent idea. Wanna know what I was talking to Jeremy about?"
I did, but I wasn't going to ask that question. "Yeah," I admitted, trying not to sound too curious.
She grinned, I guess my attempt at coolness didn't work. "He sat next to me to ask if I told you about the marriage that wasn't, and of course I did… and he was fine about it!" She sounded surprised. "Really, Nick, we have never talked about it, and he was fine, casual about it. I guess some sleep did him good. Then I asked him what happened to the ring."
She giggled at that, I had no idea why. "What?" I whined.
"He said I had it, and I said no, I gave it back to him, and he said no I didn't, and finally we realized that I put it in his suitcase. He thinks it's the one he has now, so when we go back inside, he's gonna check and see if it's there."
"Then what?" I asked. Why would she want it?
"Well, then, I guess it's meant to be, right? We're in Vegas, we've got the ring, and we gotta get married."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Shut up."
She laughed. "Seriously, I dunno. But it would be nice to have it. He spent some money on it, after all. He can sell it and buy something nice."
"Isn't it yours?" I asked. "It was a gift, so it's yours now."
She raised an eyebrow at me, I could see it over her sunglasses. "Why would you even know such a thing?"
Shit. "Um…" Hell, she told me her sordid history, right? "Mandy kept the one I gave her," I admitted.
I just blinked at him for a minute, then sat up in my chair to see him better. "What?" I demanded, quietly. If I yelled, then the others would hear, and they didn't need to know about this.
He sat up when I did. "She kept it. She said that it was a gift, and it was hers."
"Fuck the ring, Nick! You proposed to her?"
He shrugged, embarrassed. "It was Brian's wedding, and it was so romantic… it made sense at the time. Like a week later, we broke up again."
"Thank fucking god!" I exclaimed, trying not to laugh. "That bitch kept it?"
Realizing I wasn't mad, he laughed. "I could care less about the ring. I was way more concerned with the dogs. So we got back together, because I wanted the dogs, then we broke up again and she took one of the cars…" He shook his head. "I don't even remember anymore, Rache. But I never worried much about the ring. Wonder what she did with it…" he mused.
"Oh, probably hocked it for a boob job," I dismissed, and he laughed.
"Nah, she doesn't need one of those. Yet. Hair extensions."
"Tube tops," I countered. "Something with lots of rhinestones."
We cracked ourselves up joking what horrible things Willa would have bought, until James yelled 'lunch!' in our general direction. "Lunch?" Nick asked hopefully and I smiled.
"I even ordered for you, I figured I'd take it up to the room if you were still asleep."
"You rock," he told me, standing up and giving me a hand to pull me out of my chair.
"I know," I told him sweetly, letting him lead me over to the table.
I was half asleep in my chair when Darien came over. We'd had lunch, and played in the pool, and had lots of drinks delivered by the nice cocktail waitress that Darien kept flirting with. I fucking loved the Hard Rock. We had to stay here next time.
"We weren't number ten."
Rachel squinted up at him. "What?"
"TRL. Not number ten."
She flew out of her seat. "It's on? Why didn't someone tell me? Did any of us call?"
"James did, and there's a phone in the cabana, Lola used that."
I followed them back to the cabana. It had a TV. And fans. Fans were good, it was August in Las Vegas. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" Rachel snapped, and Darien shrugged.
"You were in the pool. If all of us call or none of us call, we're not the whole country, Rache."
"Shut up, D. I hate it when you make sense."
There was only one chair left in the cabana, so I sat in it and pulled Rachel onto my lap. "Relax, baby, I bet we'll be sitting here for a while. You'll be… number three today." Alright, I didn't really believe that, but it made her smile.
"Oh, you shut up, too, Mr. Backstreet Boy. I hope you're only number three today. Show you how it feels."
I scowled at her. "We'll be number one. Our fans are showing their support for A.J."
Rachel looked around me to the band and Lola. "When does the Backstreet video retire? We will never get to number one until they're dead."
I nodded. "Sad but true."
They all told me to shut up, so I did, watching them. It was funny, how they held their breath every time a new video was announced, and relaxed sadly when it wasn't them. During number seven, Rachel got up and started to pace.
"We can't be higher than seven, can we?" she asked them, and James shrugged.
"Anything's possible, Rache."
"We're probably gone. Did he give stats at the beginning? Usually he says something like 'two videos leave and we've got newcomers later in the countdown,' stupid shit like that."
"Sorry, we missed the first couple minutes," Darien admitted.
"We are never doing that again!" she snapped. "This is driving me insane!"
"Thank god the charts only come out once a week," Lola sighed. "This daily video crap is going to make us crazy enough."
Everyone was quiet throughout the song, then they went back to Carson in the studio. "Your number six video today is up two spots from yesterday-"
"No," Jeremy whispered. "Not possible."
"Let's see if we can get it to the top, okay? I think the boybands need a little summer vacation. It's Sudden Silence, with 'Come On,' and the wanton sex goddess herself, Rachel Connor."
For a moment, they just stared at one another, then all hell broke loose. They screamed and jumped around and Rachel threw herself at me, almost knocking me over. "We're number SIX!" she screamed, pulling me out of my chair and dancing around with the others.
Sometimes she was so adorable I couldn't stand it. Were they this excited yesterday when they were at number eight? They must have been pretty damn excited to do eight shots each. Darien pulled a bottle out of the tiny fridge in the cabana and held it aloft. "Six shots each!"
"No," Rachel moaned. "Fuck band solidarity. I still have a headache from yesterday."
Lola shook her head. "One shot each." She rolled her eyes when we all looked at her weird. "Unless Nick and I can't play, there are six people in here."
"Yes! Lola saves the day!" James cried. "We love Lola! Even if she is attempting to steal the lovely massage guy away from me."
"Should I go and ask him if he's gay?" she snipped, taking the bottle when Darien handed it to her. We didn't have any shot glasses, so we were drinking from the bottle. They continued bickering, and I wrapped my arms around Rachel, pulling her back against my chest.
"Look at the girl in that video. Isn't she hot?" I whispered to her, and she turned her head to grin at me.
"She looks incredibly well fucked. Wonder if she has a gorgeous younger boyfriend?"
"I hear she does," I whispered, kissing her. When I looked up, James was holding out the bottle to us.
"Quit snogging and start drinking!" I took it from him and downed more than a shot.
"Start drinking?" Rachel complained. "What were all those pina coladas Darien's been ordering me?"
"Oh, those were only in the cause of getting Darien more time with the cute cocktail waitress. This is serious drinking, Rachel!" James insisted, and Rachel took the bottle from me.
"Am I last?" she complained. "I hate being last."
"We know, Diva Princess," Jeremy told her. "But drink up anyway."
She scowled at him and drank half the bottle, much to the delight of the rest of us. We cheered her on, and she swayed slightly when she thrust the bottle back at James. "Peer pressure is a bitch."
"But you're so cute when you're drunk, Rache," James teased, and she pushed him away.
We watched the rest of TRL in the cabana, finishing the bottle of tequila and making fun of every other video. Including mine, but I didn't care, it was at number one. After it was over, Rachel turned to the others. "When are we going out to celebrate?"
"We'll leave here around seven or eight," Lola shrugged, and Rachel nodded.
"I've got a headache from all that alcohol you've been forcing on me. I'm gonna go up and take a nap."
"Nap is good," James agreed. "Let's all meet at eight at the elevators?"
"The music shop closes at nine," Darien complained. "7:30."
"Fine," Rachel nodded, and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my chair. "See you then."
"What music shop?" I asked, following her over to our lounge chairs where all our stuff was.
"Vegas is the land of pawn shops, and there's this one place we like that has equipment. We're vultures, scamming off of broken bands."
James rolled his eyes, standing next to us with his stuff. "Better way to look at it is that a lot of the casino bands trade up, and sell their old stuff at this place. Excellent spot to pick up pedals."
Rachel and James talked equipment on the way up to the room, and I just let them, the tequila hitting my system too hard for anything they were saying to make sense to me.
But I understood perfectly when Rachel shut the room door behind us and attacked me. "Fuck, I thought he'd never leave," she growled, yanking my shirt off over my head.
"I thought you had a headache?" I asked, and she laughed, pulling me back to the bedroom.
"I'm fine. I'll kill you if you had so much to drink that you're useless to me."
I shook my head, letting her toss me on the bed. Too bad they'd come in and made it, looked like we were going to mess it up. "I'm a little drunk, but I am up for whatever you have planned."
"Good," she smiled. She started to rip off her clothes, then stopped, smiling at me. "Know how turned on I am after a good show?"
"Yes," I sighed. That was always a good thing.
"I think having my video on TRL doubles that. God knows what I'll do when we hit number one." She shrugged off the shirt she was wearing, and I smiled, seeing her there in just her bikini. She didn't have much to strip tease out of, but all day I'd been thinking of how she looked naked.
"I hope I'm there," I told her, and she laughed, coming over to the bed and kneeling above me, straddling my hips.
"Me too," I admitted, leaning down to kiss him. "Because I will so ravish you." His tongue met mine and he reached up, pulling my hair out of its ponytail so that it fell around us.
"I am always willing, baby."
I rubbed my hips against his, feeling his erection. "I'm so glad. Because I've been watching you all day out there with practically nothing on, and it's been driving me wild."
He laughed as I ran my tongue down his throat. "Oh, please, you in that bikini is maddening. It's almost naked, but not quite…" He stopped talking when I bit at his nipples, his breath coming faster. He fumbled with my top and I sat up again, smiling down at him.
"You won't get it." I pulled it over my head and he sighed.
"You're so beautiful, Rache," he whispered, and I took his hand before he could touch me, standing up to shed the rest of my suit and find the condoms. When I came back to him, he was naked, and I had to nibble at his hipbones, making him laugh when it tickled.
"I like your hipbones," I grinned. "But not as much as I love your cock," I went on, taking him in my hand and making him sigh. He shut his eyes as I stroked him, and finally I rolled the condom on, unable to wait any longer. He opened his eyes as I positioned myself over him, reaching out to hold my hips. I moved down, letting him slide fully into me, and our eyes met as I moved slowly on top of him.
We moved carefully for a while, his hands roaming around my body, tracing my tattoos, pinching my nipples, but then I took his hands in mine and leaned forward, holding his arms above his head and moving faster as I kissed him. I thrust against him harder, pulling him deeper inside me, and he moaned against my lips, struggling a bit where I had his arms. I grinned, nipping at his shoulder, kissing the inside of his elbow. I liked it when he was a little frustrated.
I knew it would just make him more determined to get me off when I let him go, and after a few minutes I did, sitting up again and leaning back, using my hands for balance so I could thrust against him even deeper. As soon as I let him go, he reached out, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb. "God, Rache," he breathed. "You are so fucking gorgeous like this. Come for me, baby, let me watch." He pressed on my clit just right and I didn't need any more encouragement, coming against him with a scream.
I fell forward against his chest, catching my breath and I let him roll me over onto my back. He raised himself above me, raining tiny kisses on my face. "So beautiful, Rache, so beautiful…" he murmured against me, and I looked up at him, my heart catching in my throat.
"God, Nick, so are you," I whispered. His hair was sticking up all over his head and his face a little sunburned from being by the pool all afternoon. His eyes were so blue as he smiled down at me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving my hips against his, and he caught his breath, his eyelids fluttering shut as I tightened my muscles around him. "Fuck me, I want to watch you come now." He moved his hips carefully for only a couple of strokes, then he couldn't hold back any longer and pounded into me as I whispered encouragement in his ear.
He collapsed next to me, gasping, and I held him tightly, telling him how much I loved him. I did, more than I should, but I couldn't help myself. Not just because he was amazing in bed, but a million other reasons. Just the way he looked at me was probably enough.
He moved away from me long enough to dispose of the condom, then pulled me back against his body, kissing my shoulder. "I can't wait to see what happens when you're at number one," he said, smiling against me, and I giggled.
"I have no idea," I admitted. "But I think it's gonna be good."
"Alright, where is everyone?" Rachel whined, looking at Lola. We were supposed to meet everyone at the elevators at 7:30, and only Lola and James were there, and we were five minutes late.
Lola rolled her eyes. "What, like anyone in your band is ever on time?"
"I was here!" James protested.
"Rachel, that is the cutest top!" Lola exclaimed, looking at her closely, and Rachel did a spin for her.
That top was too cute. It was blue and sparkly and sleeveless, and it ended right above her low cut jeans. Every time she moved, you could see her tattoos. I was torn between being pleased that I was with the hottest girl in Vegas and asking her to cover up so that the entire world wouldn't realize that.
Hell, I was with the hottest girl in the country right now, I should just give in and be proud that she loved me. I knew she was prettiest when she was naked, and the look on her face when her whole body shook from an orgasm.
Why were we going out with the band tonight? Couldn't we just stay in and order room service and have more sex? Please?
"Hey, Rache!" Jeremy called, joining us. "Guess what I found?"
She turned to him with a smile. "What?"
He held out a ring to her and she just looked at it for a second, covering her mouth with one hand.
Shit.
"I can't believe you found it!" she said, giggling.
"Very bottom of the inside pocket. I never go in there."
"Wow." She was still just looking at it. "It's pretty." It was pretty, a silver band with tiny inlaid diamonds, a bigger one in the middle. Not very big, though.
"What should we do with it?" Jeremy asked her.
"What's that?" Darien asked, looking over Jeremy's shoulder.
"Our engagement ring," Jeremy told him calmly, and Darien just blinked at him for a minute.
"Our who?"
"J and me," Rachel told him, and his head whipped over to see her, then he looked at me.
"But… Nick… what…" He was lost, and even I had to laugh.
"It was a couple of years ago, D. Jeremy just found the ring, and we're trying to decide what to do with it."
"When was this?" Darien exploded. He glared at James. "You knew about this, didn't you?"
James shrugged at him, trying to look innocent.
"I am always the last to know everything!" Darien bitched. "I wanna be Rachel's best friend, then I get all the gossip!"
"It's not an easy job," James told him, shaking his head. "You always have to listen to her complain about boys."
"Hey!" Rachel whined, whacking him.
Darien looked at me. "You knew." I shrugged. I just found out this morning, but I did know. "Then I want to be her boyfriend!"
Jeremy and Nick spoke at once. "Nah, she's high maintenance," Jeremy said, while Nick pulled me up against his side, yelling "Taken!"
I stuck my tongue out at Jeremy. I was not high maintenance!
"Damnit," Darien scowled. "I can't believe I didn't know this! When was this?"
"A couple of years ago. It didn't last long, don't worry, D," Jeremy tried to soothe. "She gave me the ring back and I just found it. What should we do with it?"
"Sell and it buy a pedal or something," I offered.
Jeremy shook his head, offering me the ring. "No, it's yours. It was a gift."
Nick nudged me. "See? It's yours."
The boys and Lola all looked at him, and I giggled. He shouldn't have said anything.
"How do you know such things, Nicky?" Lola asked him sweetly, and he blushed.
"I, uh, gave a girl one, and she kept it…" he confessed sheepishly. Oh, sweetie, they are gonna figure that one out in about 2 seconds.
"You are not old enough to-" James started, but Darien finished it.
"Not Willa!" he shrieked, and Nick had to nod.
"It was only like a week!" he defended. "I came to my senses."
"Hey, I have you beat," I teased. "Twelve hours."
"Aw, Rache, it was longer than that, wasn't it? 18." Jeremy joked, and I grinned at him.
"Yeah… okay, 18 hours. But not even a day! Nicky here was engaged for a whole week!"
"And to Willa fucking Ford, at that!" Darien laughed. He threw his arm around Nick's shoulders and led him into the waiting elevator. "Dude, she has got to be good in bed. Something, right?"
"It sure wasn't her musical talent," James remarked dryly.
Nick shot me a pained look and I just laughed. He walked right into this one, I was not saving him. Besides, this was how my band showed love, by merciless teasing. He was going to be with us for a while, it was good that the boys were torturing him.
Man, I thought they were bad at the toy store when they filmed the video. Musical equipment was worse. James and Jeremy were playing with effects pedals, Rachel was looking at guitars, and Darien and I were discussing drum kits.
"Both hands, now use both hands,
Don't close your eyes…"
I heard Rachel singing, and looked across the store to find her sitting on a stool, strumming a guitar and looking at Jeremy. He moved closer to her, and so did I.
"I am writing graffiti on your body,
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried…"
That was a breakup song, right? Had to be. "That's pretty, Rache," I told her. "I haven't heard you do it before."
"It's not me," she admitted, tearing her eyes away from Jeremy.
"Ani," he finished for her. "Ani DiFranco, the queen of indie cred."
Rachel laughed, smiling at Jeremy, and I tried not to hit him. She was with me. She wanted me, not him. I had to stop freaking out every time she talked to him.
"She runs her own label and releases these fabulous records," Rachel added, and Jeremy shook his head at her.
"Girls with acoustic guitars," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Please don't buy that, Rache. Don't turn into an indie folkie Ani girl."
"Maybe I want to be an indie folkie Ani girl," she teased back. "Maybe I'm sick of electric guitars and hanging out with boys all the time."
"So doubtful," he drawled, making her giggle. "You love boys."
"That's a nice guitar," I said, wanting to stop their conversation like the whiny child I sometimes was. Rachel smiled at me, running her hands across the guitar lightly.
"It's gorgeous. Watch, it only plays pretty songs." She started playing something familiar, but I couldn't quite place it until she started singing.
"I will love you more than that,
I won't say the words and take them back…"
She stopped playing, shooting me a teasing look. "And now is where you start dancing around like this song isn't a ballad."
I scowled at her. "It's a good drum line. But I like it with just you and a guitar, when did you learn it?"
She shrugged. "Just now. It's pretty simple."
"Can you teach it to me?"
"Sure," she smiled. "You can impress the fellas next time you see them."
"I'm gonna go pawn this now," Jeremy told her, and we looked over at him. Looks like I'm not the only one who wanted to change the subject…
Rachel looked at the ring and gave him a sad sort of smile. "Hopefully someone else will have more luck with it then we did."
"Wouldn't be hard," he shrugged and left us alone. She watched him walk away, then looked over at me. She met my eyes and I was caught.
"Aw, bunny," she whispered. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you jealous."
I stepped closer to her, shaking my head. "I'm trying not to be."
I stood up, putting the pretty guitar back where I'd gotten it off the wall. I knew I shouldn't have played that song, it just so fit the guitar, and the way I'd been feeling about Jeremy all day.
"I'll put away the indie folkie Ani guitar now."
"But now you can't teach me my song!" he whined, and I had to kiss him.
"I'll teach you later… well, the acoustic is prettier than the unplugged electric. Kind of ruins the effect."
I did not need another acoustic guitar. I had two crappy ones that I only used for writing songs, I spent money on the ones that would make it on the albums or I'd use on stage. I especially did not need this terribly expensive acoustic.
Nick smiled and took the pretty guitar off the wall, heading back towards the counter. I just blinked at him for a minute, then ran to catch up with him. "If you buy that guitar for yourself, I will never forgive you, Nick! You're not good enough for that guitar!"
He put it down on the counter, laughing at me. "But you are. And it's got six strings, right? Six strings… the video was at number six…"
I just looked at him for a minute, then squealed, throwing my arms around him. It was way too expensive, but I didn't care. "Really?"
"Of course! And I'm buying you a new guitar case, too."
I let him go, grinning at the counter guy. "I bet I can find one to fit it." The guy pointed us towards the back, for the cases, and I dragged Nick over there.
"No, I'm buying you two. We're retiring the one with boys' numbers in it."
"No."
"Yes," he laughed, and I stopped walking, shaking my head.
"No. I like that case. That's my favorite guitar, and my lucky case."
He pouted at me for a second, and I kissed him, giggling. "I promise I won't use any of them. I've just had that case forever, I can't give it up. Something terrible might happen."
"Alright," he sighed. "You're a superstitious freak, ya know?"
I nodded. "The boys have mentioned that, yes. Oooh, this one is pretty…" I said, running my fingers over a black leather case with an intricate design worked in around the edges. "But no, I need something practical."
"This one?" Nick suggested, and I glanced over at him. He was standing next to a guitar case that had an airbrushed rodeo scene on it.
"Yeah, that's for my alt.country alter ego!" I laughed.
"Rache, that is totally you!" James squealed, joining us. "I know you're going to leave us someday and croon country ballads." He looked over at Nick. "Has she made you watch the country videos yet?"
Nick grinned. "What is it with her and the country videos?"
"They are simple songs of love and heartbreak!" I protested. "They're real!"
Too late. That only made them laugh at me harder. Having James actually like one of my boyfriends might be a bad thing. He usually defended me, but now they were ganging up!
"Hey, guess how much I got for the ring?" Saved by Jeremy. Okay, that was weird in of itself. Jeremy never saved me.
"Twelve million dollars," Darien guessed, popping over from the drum section.
Lola looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Boys know nothing about diamonds, do they?"
Jeremy handed me a stack of cash. "Six hundred and fifty-six dollars. I almost asked him for another ten bucks, but that would be sorta Satanic, wouldn't it?"
"Wow," I cooed, looking at the money. I'd never held that much cash in my hand before.
Hell, I was shocked that Jeremy had spent that much on my ring.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Darien asked, and Jeremy and I exchanged a look.
"Split it?" he asked.
"Okay, but then what? Like, I totally want that nice guitar case, but then it's always gonna be 'that nice guitar case I bought with the money from my engagement ring.' Suck."
Jeremy wrapped my fingers around the cash. "Put it in the band account. Then it's just part of what we're saving and we'll lose track."
"Can we use the band money to get me those cool bongos?" Darien begged and I shook my head at him.
"No. Then they'd be the bongos that you got with the money from my engagement ring."
"And therefore cursed," James finished.
"Not cursed!" I protested. "Just… weird."
"Definitely weird," Jeremy agreed.
"I might be able to squeeze bongos out of the band budget," Lola offered, and the boys were on her immediately, begging for things. They figured out what they wanted, then she looked at me. "And Rachel?"
I smirked at them. "I have a sugar daddy who is buying me the prettiest guitar ever. Where the hell is he, anyway?" I wondered, looking around the store.
"Dude!" Darien whined. "I need to find me a boy band boy!"
"Think JC would buy me presents?" James sighed, and I giggled, putting my arm around his waist.
"Of course. It's all about the sexual favors, you're good at that, right? Oh, wait, you haven't had much practice lately…" I teased, ducking out of the way when he tried to slug me.
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