Ryder's P.O.V

I lay by Carmella in bed staring into her eyes not wanting to get up or end this moment. Especially since today is the first day from have graduating and I can relax,  for the most part.

"How'd you sleep?" She asks me, "better since I was by your side and here to hold you." "Awww really?" "Yes firefly." "Thanks passion fruit." She says fluttering her eyes.

"Yah, no problem." "I'm going to get dressed." "No, stay here a little longer. We can have some pillowtalk time." I say pulling her in close. She smiles and kisses me and then pulls away. She always smells so amazing, her hair left behind with the the scent of lavender and her skin basically infused with it too and lightly caressed with the scent of naturaly bee made honey.

She'd probably find it weird I'm smelling her, but I can't help it. I hug her in and her face barricades into my chest since I have a few inches more on her.

"You have band practice today?" She asks, "yes, unfortunately. If you want you can tag along, it'd be a great upbringing to my day." "Well, okay, but only because it makes you happy." "Awww thanks babe." "No problem passion fruit." She says.

"Your so warm." She says, "and your so beautiful" I say looking in into her dilated eyes. I run my fingers through her bright shiny and long blonde hair, and then kiss her with every bit of passion then pull away and get up. "I have to get dressed, you can too if you want." "I'm going to shower," she says innocently as she grabs a towel. I take my sweatpants and shirt off to be left in only my black Calvin Klein underwear. I ruffle my hair with my hands, "RYDER!!!" I run to the bathroom and burst through the door to see her in her towel, "yes?" "There's a freaking spider on the handle. Can you kill it please, babe?" She asks cutely, I smile and do so because she makes me happy inside and I'd do anything for her.

I get a tissue and smash it inside the tissue and throw it in the waist bin. I place my hands on her arms and kiss her, "okay gotta get some clothes on now." I say, she smiles in a thank you look before I leave the room.
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I have on my usual band outfit yet again and Carmella has on black high waisted skinny ripped jeans and a band shirt of ours tucked in and bloused. Her black boot heels give her a few more inches too. Erin walks up to me and we do our secret handshake, "ready to make some music?" "Yes, oh and nice you brought Carmella again. She's cool, but um does she know anyone possibly that she can hook me up with?" "Don't know, you'd have to ask her." "Okay, thanks Ryder." "No problem." He walks away to sit by Carmella asking her the same thing he asked me.

My manager walks in with a very familiar tattooed guy and smiles. "Guys, this is Jesse. I got him to come up here and give you guys some information and help. You have the same sort of music and plus, who doesn't like him." He says, I shake his hand and the guys say their hello's.

After some introduction I look at Carmella who sits their with her mouth gaped open and eyes wide. I walk to her and help her off the couch and hold her hand taking her to Jesse and my band members. "Jesse you remember Carmella." I say he nods and holds his hand out and Carmella slowly and cautiously shakes it. Then he turns to us.

"Okay guys, now let's see what your made of. And can I get a smoke?" He asks holding a fresh cigerette, I light it with my lighter and hold it up smiling after, "always have one on hand for myself."

"Thanks man, now let's see what the hype is." I walk into the recording room and everyone gets ready to sing a song we made called 'A Darkened Mind'.

After going through what was rehearsed and fits together we end the song feeling confident. Then are signaled out, we walk out and Jesse gets up and let's out a cloud of smoke. "Okay, I have some advice. It kinda seems like your trying a little too hard to sound like my band and blackbear. You guys have your band and we have ours. Make your own music and don't be afraid to let the show through. Okay?" He asks, we all nod and walk back to re-record.
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Carmella's P.O.V

All that keeps running through my head are things like,

'Oh my gosh that's Jesse frickin Rutherford'

'I want him to talk to me'

'How awsome is it he's in my presence again??!'

I shake away the thoughts and he turns around in the chair to look at me. He smiles and gets up walking to me, I calm down my breathing but it's impossible to do the same for my heart.

He sits by me, and I die a bit on the inside, "so did you like our concert?" "Yah it was so awsome. Do you ever plan on coming out with a new album." "That, is confidential." He says preparing to inhale more smoke. "This doesn't bother you right." He asks, "are you kidding. Ryder does it alot, I'm literally used to it." I say nonchalant, "okay." He says.

I sit their feeling and awkwardness in the air, his hand rests on my thigh and I completely freeze up and hope Ryder doesn't see. "So, you and Ryder, how long has that been going on?" He asks, "a little over eight months. Luckily." I say, his hand moves to my hair as he plays with it. "Your pretty." I leap off the couch and let out some shakey breaths, "can we like talk out there for a sec so Ryder doesn't like see or something weird?" I ask, he nods and puts his cigerette out before leaving with me.

We stand there and he smiles, "okay look. You're hot okay. My celebrity crush, but I have an amazing boyfriend and I can't do anything to hurt him or change that. Plus your like six or so years older than me, and that makes things less of a chance for happening. And yah, that's all I have to say." He laughs, "okay fair enough. Truth is I was just messing with you to see if you'd like crack." He says laughing, I laugh it off too and we walk back in.