Chapter 3 - Baby

 Some parts of the weeks that followed meeting Cameron were eventful, but for the most part it was practising our instruments, drinking hot beverages (Pax has white coffee with no sugar, Lucy has hot chocolate and I have Earl Grey tea) and playing video games. Sometimes Lucy and Pax go out, leaving me on my own, because I get distracted pretty easily and my bass performance is a bit lacking, but otherwise we spend 24/7 in each other's company - something I really love. Finding true friends is a hard task, but I seem to have found two that I'd give my life to save.
  As for our band? There have been a few gigs, but not too many and we've mainly been playing in bars where the people there are too drunk to appreciate music. This is something all three of us have found a little irritating, but Lucy's been really persevering with her guitar, playing riffs in her nightgown before me and Pax have got up. You can tell she's genuinely passionate about music, and she reminds me of Ray from My Chemical Romance - a huge heart and puts their life and soul into music.

 That doesn't mean me and Pax don't practise though - we play quite a lot - but Lucy's definitely the passionate one. In that picture we're all in our underwear, and the truth is that we're very 'lazy-ass motherfuckers' as Pax delicately puts it. Still, it's for the band, eh?

 When I say I get distracted easily, I mean that Cameron calls me quite a lot now. I recently went to a party of his (that's right - got invited. According to Lucy I looked like Ralph from the Muppets on caffeine when I skipped out the door) and from now on Cameron has been my number one obsession. He calls me a lot and I always answer, even if I piss off the other two because I stop playing a gig halfway through. At night I often fantasise about him kissing me, and I'm often looking at his lips when I'm talking to him face-to-face. He's still single, so that's fine, but I can't ask him out, right? He has to ask me.

 When you see my face 
 Hope it gives you hell
 Hope it gives you hell

 My phone blasts out the All American Rejects, which happens to be my ring tone for this week. I glace at the screen. Cameron. Immediately I press the green button and press it to my ear. "Hello?" It comes out as a breathy whisper.
  "Sunnie! How you doin'?"
  I giggle: he knows how much I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S. "I'm doin' good baby, how you doin'?" It's just something we do - little quotes from the programme. The 'baby' isn't sexual (no matter how much I want it).
 "You free at half ten this evening? It's a little late but I was wondering if we could chillax at the beach, and it's really pretty at night."
  "Sounds awesome. I'll see you there!" I hang up, feeling a little proud of myself because I didn't faint. It's a little buzz of excitement and anticipation when I see that it's already half nine. I grab the keys and go, as Pax and Lucy are at the park.

 "Sunnie!" A familiar voice rings through my ears, although it never fails to make my heart skip a beat no matter how many time I hear it.
  He runs over to me and takes my hand. I sort of look at his beautiful, artistic hands (you know you're obsessed when you find his hands to be sexy) and I'm not sure what to do. My thoughts whirl around my brain at 200 miles per hour.
  Oh God, should I say something?
 Do I kiss him?
 Is this real?
 It is Cameron right? Good.
 What am I having for dinner tomorrow? 
 What is he DOING?
 I sort of say little, meaningless things like 'ah.' Luckily, I'm saved from having to do anything because his warm lips are against mine.

 
 All I know is that it feels good before I'm concentrating on nothing but his lips, his hands tugging at the strands of my hair, pressing into the small of my back. When he pulls away I sort of whine a little, wanting more, before looking into his blushing face.
  "I'm sorry... I just wanted to kiss you. I have done for a while now," He sounds so nervous, poor thing.
I kiss him on his forehead. "I'm glad you kissed me."

 We're talking and kissing for the rest of the night, finding out more about each other physically and mentally. I love the way he's so into rock music, like me, and that he laughs at my pretty twisted sense of humour. His favourite bands are a lot like mine - some modern rock - My Chemical Romance, Trapt, Linkin Park, All American Rejects, Incubus, Rise Against -  and he's also into some 90s britpop - Blur, Oasis, Suede, the Verve, etc. We talk about F.R.I.E.N.D.S and how much we love Joey's childlike nature (that reminds me of Lucy, except that she's neither stupid nor a womanizer), Chandler's sarcasm, Phoebe's general personality.
  Finally, it's morning (we had a lot of caffeine) and I need to go to the park to meet with Pax and Lucy (Pax is always loaded with caffeine and Lucy has probably taken a nap on a bench). "This was fun, but I have to meet up with my friends."
  "I should get going to," he says, grinning. "I really enjoyed tonight. You're the first girlfriend I've had, you know."
  "I'm your girlfriend, then?"
  "I hope so."
  I grin. "You're my boyfriend then. Anyway, I'll see you sometime. Preferably sooner rather than later." I give him a little kiss on the lips and then I'm in a taxi.

 It's morning by the time I reach the park, and I'm all hyped up, ready to tell Pax and Lucy about the best time I've ever had. I even had a speech planned in my head, but it didn't go to plan. Don't forget what they say (who's they anyway? I don't know) - "Always expect the unexpected."

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Chapter 2 - Dig Up A Man

 We could hardly wait 'til Monday, but as Lucy cleverly (not) pointed out, "We have to wait, idiot." Still, the night before the gig came quickly enough, and we're all getting ready in our own special ways. You could say that me and Lucy practise the normal way, as we actually, you know, practise our instruments, but Pax has weird ways of dealing with things and he chooses to drink coffee. Right now it's been seven cups and it's not actually midday yet, so I'm sort of fearing what he's going to be like when we're near several bottles of Heineken.

 "Oh God... I'm gonna fuck up real bad," Pax keeps on muttering to himself.
 Lucy walks over and gives him a proper hug, and I'm surprised when Pax doesn't pull out of it. "You'll be fine. Just, please, lay off the beer. We don't want that starting again."
  "Fine."
  They rest like that for a few moments, leaving me a little uncomfortable. "Time to go, guys. And Pax, Lucy's right. You're a great drummer. But if you have one bottle of beer I will high-five your face."

 As we get there we see the bartender gathering some cocktail (that word always makes me laugh. It shouldn't but I'm so incredibly immature). Pax grins and walks over to her, saying, "What drink's that and does it have beer in it?"
  "No, it has no beer. It's a blend of strawberries, raspberries and a few dashes of vodka. You want?"
  Pax turns around with a look in his eyes that says, "Ha ha, motherfuckers!" and grabs one, shoving some money into the bartender's palm. "This has no beer. I'm drinking this!"

 Me and Lucy sort of look at each other, but we realise he's right. We said no beer, so he got something stronger. "Your fault," I mumble.
 "Yours. Anyway, we're up!"
  "Pax, hurry the fuck up! We're on!"
 He slams his seventh drink down and slurs, "Fiiiinneee."

  I look out onto the expecting audience. Normally I really like all the attention on me - call me an attention whore if you must, but it comes naturally - but now it seems like the eyes are peircing my skin and getting into my bloodstream. "OK, for this first song we're going to do a little cover of a song you may or may not know. Any of you guys heard of Incubus?"
  Quite a few cheers and I grin. "Well, this song is called Dig - one of Pax's... our drummer, "I add when I see people looking confused, "favourites. Now, who's wanting to dig up a man?" The ladies cheer. "What kind of man?"
 "Tall!"
 "Muscular!"
 "Sexy!"
 "Kind!"
  I laugh, my nerves suddenly gone, and they laugh with me. "Well, look around! Many of these men will be happy to make you happy and confident with yourself, and if you ever turn into someone else they'll dig you up and make you be yourself again - and that is what we encourage. Well, here goes!"
 I sing. They cheer. I smile, feeling so good about myself, and I look around to have a look at my bandmates. Lucy's strumming the guitar like an expert and Pax is grinning, although whether it's from the alcohol making him dosy or the fact that he's actually enjoying himself...? It's hard to tell.
  "If I turn into another
 Dig me up from under what is covering
 The better part of me..." I launch into the final chorus, singing my heart out. When I finally finish the song, the crowd roars and I'm left feeling... amazing. No other word for it.

  As I sing and play the bass, I notice a beautiful man looking over and smiling. I guess everyone had avoided him because he was dressed entirely in black apart from the bright red shoelaces of his Converse. Smiling back without thinking, I look into his eyes. So pretty - all amber, but with loads of warmth - and it feels like I'm melting. I MUST talk to him later, I think before turning my attention to a dark song Lucy wrote called Scissors and Knives.

 ***


 I walk over to him a couple of minutes after the gig ends, trying to get to know him. "What's your name?"
 At first I thought he ignored me and kept on drinking, but he turns his head around and looks deep into my eyes. He has got to stop doing that if he wants me to make sense, I think, before realising he said something. "Sorry, I was in my own mind there. What's your name sorry?"
  "It's fine. My name's Cameron Boyd. You?" His smile is beautiful and his eyes are still fixed onto my face.
  "Er, Sunnie. Sunnie Edison."
  "That's pretty," He says. I'm about to ask him for his number before he gets up and stalks off.

 I walk over to him and he taps me on the shoulder. I freeze at the sudden contact and he seems to think like he's done something wrong. "Sorry, did I scare you?"
  "No, it's fine... just me really, it's just this thing that... anyway, what do you want?" Shut UP Sunnie, you sound like an idiot!
  "Well, your number if that's OK?" He asks, smiling his brilliantly handsome smile.


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