The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley - Страница 55
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“Nice to meet you too Ronnie,” I smile as I speak. “And I will be having a word with my brother about his lose morals, don’t you worry about that.”
He looks from me to Sean with a frown; Sean pulls me into him by my waist. “Georgia is Marley’s little sister Ron, you just dropped him right in the shit.”
We turn and head for the lifts as Ron mumbles something I don’t quite catch. The lift is the original old fashioned metal box, with a caged door that you have to pull across and close by hand. There’s also an old fashioned wrought iron spiral staircase if you don’t want to take the lift, Sean informs me.
The apartment is fantastic, nothing like you would expect two, twenty-two year old rock stars to live in. It’s all exposed brickwork and timber. I notice the sofas are the exact replicas of the old Chesterfield from the summerhouse, in the exact same colour too. Marley’s lying on one of them as we come in. He’s playing some kind of a game with a controller, it looks like a werewolf, running riot in ancient Greece and I don’t think Marley’s doing too well because he throws the controller down and sits up as we come in.
“Big brother Marley, how are we, you got any dirty birds stashed up here that I need to kick out?”
“What the fuck are you talking about little sister Georgia?” he asks as he stands, stretches, then pulls me in for a cuddle and kisses the top of my head.
Sean heads off in search of clean clothes and shouts, “I just introduced G to Ronnie. He told her about the amount of birds you bring back here, before I had chance to tell him she was your sister.”
“Nice one Ron,” Sean mumbles as he sits back down on the sofa.
“Anyway, cheeky fucker, who said the birds I bring back here are dirty?” Marls shouts loud enough for Sean to hear.
“Err, actually, you did, don’t you remember, you threw one out a few weeks back coz you said she had a smelly twat,” Sean shouts as he heads back in to the open plan room.
My mouth drops open, he’s wearing black jeans, with a white v necked t-shirt; he has on a black suede jacket, and is wearing wooden rosary beads and a cross around his neck. He looks every bit the world famous rock star that he is and I suddenly feel inadequate as I look at his perfection.
He smirks as he walks toward me and wiggling his eyebrows he asks, “Wanna see my bedroom?”
I stand and roll my eyes at him as he pulls me in for a kiss. “Not if you want to leave here any time this century.”
He kisses me on the mouth and squeezes my arse cheeks. “Suits me, I’m only going where you go for the rest of my life anyway.”
“Oh please, I’m gonna spew, is this how it’s gonna be again, you two all over each other like it used to be?”
“Fuck off Marls, we’ve got four years to catch up on, you’re just jealous coz you can’t keep a bird.”
“No Maca, I don’t want a bird, look at the fuckin’ mess you’ve been in the past four years, writing shitty love songs and crying in ya beer every time you have more than two drinks.”
I bite on my bottom lip as I try to contain the smile this news induces, well good, I’m glad he suffered, makes me feel a little better about what I’ve been through.
Sean raises his eyebrows at me. “What you laughing at?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head and grin.
* * *
We finally make it back into Essex and are seated in the Indian Restaurant by eight o’clock. I don’t know when the table was reserved, but it was and it’s right at the back, tucked around a corner. Despite this, the boys still end up signing autographs for half the night. We laugh, joke and talk in the way that we always have, five lifelong friends catching up. There’s no rock stars amongst us, it’s just my two big brothers, my best friend and my boyfriend, until we head outside to our cars and all hell breaks loose. Somebody has obviously called the press and as I walk out of the restaurant first, looking behind me as I chat to Marley, I’m first knocked in one direction and then the other as cameras flash in my face. There’s suddenly chaos all around me as I’m asked my name, my relationship to the band, am I going home for a threesome with Marley and Sean. I hear Sean roar at them all to fuck off from somewhere behind me, then Marley tucks me under his arm and walks me to Sean’s car as it bleeps and is unlocked by someone I am assuming is Sean, behind us. Marley pushes me into the passenger seat and then goes back to help Sean out, as he is now being mobbed by pap’s, reporters and a bunch of screaming girls. I jump as I hear a loud crack when a camera lens is pushed up against the window of the door, I lock the door quickly and just try and keep my head down and ignore the questions. Sean makes it to the car but then can’t get in because I’ve locked it; he scrambles for his keys, jumps in and locks the door behind him.
I know as soon as I look at him that he’s angry. “Fuck G, you okay, they didn’t hurt you did they? Fuckers.” He looks me over.
“I’m fine, it just freaked me out, fucking hell, they’re aggressive.”
“Tell me about it and they’re getting fucking worse, you sure you’re alright? I’ll knock them the fuck out next time, they’re pigs some of them.”
The commotion is still going off all around us, cameras flashing, people banging on the windows asking for autographs; he starts the car and moves slowly forward.
“Move you stupid fuckers!” he shouts and punches the hooter on the steering wheel. “I swear these people have a death wish.”
I don’t know why but I get the giggles and by the time we escape the ‘stupid fuckers’ we’re both laughing at absolutely nothing.
“Where’s Marley?” I ask when I realise he’s missing.
“Gone with Len, he’s gonna stay at their place tonight.”
My belly goes over as I wonder what that means for us, he looks from the road to me and then back to the road. “I wanted to take you to mine but them wankers know where we live, they’ll probably be there waiting for us.”
I keep staring ahead; he reaches across and takes my hand. “Would it be okay if we stayed at yours? They’d never know to look there.”
“Of course, it’s not as flash as yours and I don’t have a Ronnie at the front door.” He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it.
“As long as you’re there G, I don’t give a fuck if it’s even got a front door.”
I laugh at that. “Ah, now that I do have, in fact I have two, my Dad’s boys did the refurbishment, it’s something that he insisted on and I’m sure if he thought that he could get away with it, he would also have got me a Ronnie.”
He throws his head back and laughs and the sound makes me smile. We drive back to mine without being followed and spend the rest of the night making love in my bed, which smells of Cam. I fall asleep in Sean’s arms, dreaming about lights flashing and being pulled in different directions by two tall, dark haired, dark eyed men.
I’m woken in the morning by my phone ringing. I look across at my clock radio, shit, and its eleven forty-five. Sean is wrapped all around me and hasn’t stirred at the sound of the phone. I wriggle out from underneath him and grab the phone from its base and walk out to the kitchen and put the kettle on as I answer.
“Hello.” My voice is dry and raspy from my long sleep.
“I’m sorry Kitten, did I wake you?” For some reason, guilt washes over me as I hear Cam’s voice. I look down at my naked self and think about all the different ways Sean fucked me in my bed last night.
“Mmm, yeah, you did,” I say as I stretched, trying to disguise the guilt in my voice.
“Did you have a late night baby?”
“Not really, just needed the sleep.” Lie.
“What did you do last night?”
“Went for an Indian.” Not a lie.
“Right, who with?”
“Jimmie.” Sort of not a lie, Jimmie was there.
“Oh right, no Ashley?” Shit, I nearly always go out with Ash on a Friday night. Double shit, it’s Ash’s party tonight at the club, shit, fuck, bollocks, I have a hair and makeup appointment at three.
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