" The best chicken dinner I've ever had." He smiled at me, as he stuffed his mouth with the last and final bite of his dinner, using the bread to wipe up all the drippings.
" Glad you like it," I nearly giggled, placing my hands behind my back--his voice always got me in the mood, " If there's one thing I learned from my mom it was that you can get your way to a man's heart through food, and don't do pot unless someone offers it," He chuckled, " Well you never stop to impress me...this is really...wow..." He rambled on about how spectacular the food was. But at the time, I was so mesmerized by his presence I spaced out...like the teenager I was. Not even paying attention to the words he was saying.
" Roselle?"
" Huh? What?"
" You alright, babe?"
" Oh Yeah...I'm fine..couldn't be better."
" Did you hear what I said? I said did you go to the store and get me a can of hairspray like I asked?"
" Oh yeah," I chuckled, embarassed and red in the face," I left it on tour dresser, you Got a show coming up, babe?"
" Yeah, one a few blocks down from that strip club you wanted to work at."
" Hey," I shouted, playfully angry, " I never said I wanted to be a stripper!"
" I know," he winced, " Hey, I think you'd make a great stripper. Honest."
" Yeah, yeah, yeah," I say, chuckling, " I've already got my life planned out. I'm gonna finish beauty school and then Stevens gonna hook me up with hair and makeup job. He promised." I replied, cheerily, getting up out of my seat.
He follows me, " Wouldn't you wanna just relax with me on a tour bus, drink a lil', smoke a blunt...mess around? C'mon...that sounds more like fun, don't it?"
" Yeah it would, sounds like a blast. But I gotta follow my dream, jus' like you're doin' you know? You're gonna be the biggest rockstar ever, in the Hall of Fame! ...and I'm gonna be doing David Bowie's makeup...I mean, you're almost there. You get so close everyday." I had a lot of hopes and dreams, so did he.
" Baby, I've let you test all your new makeup on me for the past few weeks! And you are good at it...why don't you do it for me on the next tour? I know you would love that...then you could meet the band and get a taste of doing a celebrity's makeup ya know," he was such a touchy feely person, " And we could share a room together, and after shows I'm all yours, we can do whatever you'd like."
" Sure! we could do that--As soon as I'm done with beauty school!"
He sighed and grunted. "Baby please..."
I began to walk to the small bedroom we shared in his apartment, and he came right behind me and grabbed me tight; spinning me around and then throwing me onto the bed. He then kindly crawled on, but his eyes weren't angry, they were a playful, and kind green. He chuckled, nearly pinning me down--his red locks dangled on my face.
" Come with me," his voice softened, and he pecked me before I could even answer.
" I can't." I turned my head away.
" Roselle!" He jumped on, and I rolled over, screaming and shouting as he grabbed me again.
" Stop it!"
" Not until you say yes!"
" Axl that's not fair...Cut it out!"
" Whadaya say?"
"....ill think about it, okay? I'll ask my teachers, but I'm not promising anything!"
He didn't say anything, he just held me, and we sat there in silence. A good silence...untill I turned around and we kissed again.

***
Woke up suddenly at in the middle of the night; I was in my hotel room. By myself. I stoked a hand through my hair, " Holy Shit...." I was speechless after that, and I started to cry, thinking that there were simpler times, and we actually were in love once.

**I've been thinking about this story a lot and I've got some pretty alright ideas haha so if you're interested in what goes on stay tuned! And if you wouldn't mind giving me some feedback that would be lovely. Comment and vote! Thanks a bunch!**