Chapter 25-27

I ignore the call from Jaq, he can fuck off, I can’t deal with him now anyway, and he can miss me a little bit before I go back begging for my old job. Once we all get settled in we all sit in the main part of the bus just talking, eating and joking around. Me and Bruno start to devour this tub of nutella.  Ryan watched us intensely. “What?” Bruno says. “Bro, you shouldn’t be eating all that, you need to keep fit if you’re on tour” “Shut up, I like food, I don’t wanna end up all mutant like you anyway” “Mutant?” “Come on! Who has an 8 pack!?” “Fuck yeah I got an 8 pack” Ryan says proud. “So Lex, how did you and Phred actually meet?” Kenji asks. “No, wait, I wanna know how you first got in to producing, answer that first” Eric says. Fuck, why do I have to speak and be the centre of attention? I look at Phred for support, but he just smiles at me to continue. Well ok then. “Uhh, well I always wanted to be a producer ever since I was small, I don’t really know why, but I knew that I just wanted to write music for people. I had no idea how I was gonna make it, but I knew that was all I wanted to do in life. So when I was 14 me and my mom moved in to the heart of L.A. we had no money no nothing, it sucked. Like I said, money was tight so at 15 I got a job waitressing at a gas station, it was awful, I hated that fucking job, but at the end of the day it was money. So at this point I’m 16, and one night I was working the late shift, when all of a sudden at 1am this French guy walks in and starts yelling on his phone at someone. He asked for a coffee, so I gave him one and in his hand he had this portable player of some sort and he started to play this track, whilst he was talking on the phone yelling, I was listening to this track, trying to understand the concept and the beats. He looked up and me and goes “You like this shit?” And I was all, “No, it’s awful! And all the beats aren’t in synch with each other, and the lyrics are awful, I could write a better song than this piece of crap” He looked at me confused and said “You understand about beats, and you’re right, it’s not in synch, but it’s only slightly unsynchronised, it takes true talent to be able to pick it out” He looked me up and down and said “what kind of lyrics would you use then?” and we just started bouncing lyrics off of each other, he wasn’t as uptight as he is now. So he kept coming in the gas station every time he wanted to get my opinion on a song, one night my mom was there and she joked around and said “You know, if you value her opinion so much, maybe you should hire her” and then he offered for me to come and work with him at his studio. But I was basically like his bitch!” “Oh like how Dre is to Bruno?” Ryan says as everyone laughs. “Ry, you’re more of my bitch than Dre is, now shut up, baby go on” “Basically all I did was get him coffee and do random stuff, but I got to sit in on a lot of studio sessions with huge artists, sometimes they’d ask my opinion, and sometimes I’d offer random lyrics to them, but the best part was that I learned so much from just watching. I mean I learnt how to use an MPC the correct way, and I also fully got to understand how the soundboards all word. And that’s where I met Mid too; Jaq said that he saw something in her too. I know you all hate Jaq, but I’ve got a lot to thank him for” “So how did you get involved with the Stereotypes then?” “For my 18^thbirthday he offered me an official job being part of the Stereotypes, full pay and everything, then, for my 21^st birthday he offered me to be his partner and become the head of the Stereotypes with him, needless to say I said yes” “Ok ok, now tell them how we met!” Phred says all excited, “Uhh, you sure you don’t wanna tell this story?” “Nope” Thanks Phred… “Uhh I met Phred in a bar…” “Ooooohhh was It some drunken love affair you two had?” Jamareo buts in. “It wasn’t a club! It was like a jazz/blues bar; it was only 5 minutes from the studio, so me and Mid would go there after work sometimes. So I walk in, and I see Phred playing his guitar and singing, and I thought he was fucking talented, and obviously Mid thought he was fuckable… but anyway… so yeah, we just started talking, and that was it. We became good friends and he would hang out at the studio with us all the time” “Then how did he become your bitch then? He was always getting you coffee” Bruno jokes. “That’s just because I’m fucking nice!!” Phred replies. Hahaha I do love these guys. After our little bonding session, we all decide to go to bed, except for Bruno. “Baby, you not coming to bed?” “No, uhm, I think I’m just gonna stay up for a bit, I wanna work on a song, I’ve got a couple of ideas” “You need some help?” “No I’ll be fine, go to bed and get some sleep” and he kisses my forehead and I leave for bed. I hate this bunk, it’s so tiny, even for one person it’s small. I close my eyes and I instantly falls asleep.

I get woken up in the middle of the night by someone playing the guitar and singing. Whoever it is, the song sounds beautiful. I listen carefully “Just like the clouds my eyes will do the same, if you walk away, baby, everyday it’ll rain…” and I recognise that beautiful voice anywhere. I slowly get out of the bunk, trying not to wake anyone up. I see Bruno sitting on the couch with his back facing me. He’s still working on a few chords so I slowly walk up to him and breathe in his ear “Hmmmmmm, it sounds beautiful” I see him smile and he turns to kiss me. Against my lips he whispers “I wrote it about you” “I hoped so” I reply. And he intensifies our kiss. His hands roam all over, not being shy about touching me, the way I want him to be, and I don’t object. I feel his tongue tracing the lines of my lips so I part them allowing his tongue access to mine. His lips move to my neck and I can’t help but let out a breathy moan. His hands gently move down from my hair, to my waist, to my ass. They just wait there. I don’t know what my hands are doing at this point. “Ohh shiiit” I faintly hear from behind me. What the fuck!? It wasn’t from Bruno because he hasn’t stopped. Then who? “You think they’re really gonna do it?” Bruno moves back up to my lips and whispers so only I can hear “Ignore them”. I smile and nod. “Wait, what?” again he whispers so only I can hear. Again I just smile and kiss him back with all the passion and intensity that I have. I fucking love this man so much that it hurts. He moves down to my neck again, and then moves down to my stomach, lifting my shirt up slightly. My back is to them, so whatever he does whilst I’m standing in this position is fine because they won’t see anything. I can’t believe they’re watching us. I slowly feel him pull my shirt as he kisses and licks his way up my stomach to my chest. My breathing gets deeper as he moves from one breast to the other; I can’t help but run my fingers through his curls, gently guiding him to where I need him. I lift his head up and kiss him on the lips again and gently push him back on the couch and sit on his lap. I grind myself against him and know he’s ready, but his lips feel so amazing that I just continue kissing him. He pulls away “Lex, baby please” I look at him in the eyes, lick my lips and smile. He smiles too, he knows what I’m gonna do. I very slowly kiss down his lips, to his sexy neck, and down his chest, undoing his buttons as I go, I reach his belly button and look up at him, his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. I undo the zip and button on his jeans as he helps slide them down to the ground. Very slowly, building up tension as I do, I graze my fingertips gently up his thighs letting them briefly touch where he needs me the most. He lets out a breathy moan and I smile. I look up to him again and notice he’s watching me, waiting for me to continue, I kiss him through his boxers catching him off guard making him moan again. Just as I’m about to pull his boxers down I head another whisper “Is she really gonna do this?” “I bet he won’t last for long, not with the way she was kissing him” I look up at Bruno again and he raises an eyebrow at me, I hook my fingertips inside the waistband and pull his boxers down, he throws his head back, grips the sides of the couch as I go down…… as my tongue goes up and down his length, his slowly moans my name, it takes all the strength that I have not to jump on him right now, I wonder if they’re still watching us, to be honest, I just don’t give a fuck. I feel his fingers run through my hair, guiding me, making me go faster and faster. Louder he breathes my name. As I feel him reaching his climax I don’t stop. “Babyyy…” I hear him say; I look up at him but don’t stop. He’s attempting to keep his eyes open looking down at me, as if he’s asking permission. I nod and he says “Fuuucckk yessss…..” and throws his head back again. I happily swallow everything he gives me. When Bruno gets his breath back, he says “We both knew you were watching us” “Ohhhh shiiitt!!” They all reply from their beds…

Chapter 26