Status: hiatus, sorry

Lingering Melody

Reach Dreamland

Why I stayed, I have no idea. But he kept his arms around me protectively for most of the time, and that was nice. It was two hours in finally and I knew it was near the end. “Hey,” he whispers in my ear. I glance up cautiously, from inhaling his orange scent. That wasn’t bothering him, was it? “I know a better distraction,” he grinned in the darkness.

“Hm?” I murmured, squinting in the darkness. “What?” I ask him more clearly, glancing at his face so I won’t look at the screen. He’s much nicer looking than all those Vampires…very much nicer.

He grins and leans down, touching my lips to his. It’s actually very surprising and I just sat there a minute, in shock. He gently bites my lip, bringing me back. It felt so delicious and smooth, I wanted more so I leaned forward into the kiss, pulling on his jacket to bring him closer. His fingers brushed along my cheekbone down to my neck, caressing my bare shoulder.

Not only my first kiss, but also my first make-out session. It ended a while later when we got kicked out as the credits ended, not that we’d been paying attention. We hurried out, me wearing a small smile and red cheeks and he was laughing.

“That was fun,” he admits as we climb into his car. He looks me in the eye. “We should do this again.” The blush comes deeper and I just nod. I notice the time and so does he. He makes a face, which makes me grin. “Eugh. Guess I’d better return you,” he gives his quirky grin and we drive back in contented silence.

Before I climb out, Sebastian kisses me again. “Be seeing you,” he murmurs in my ear and I scramble out, not wanting him to see my happy smile and flaming cheeks. I give a short wave and hurry into the studio where Webster is waiting in the lounge.

“Have a good time?” He asks as I stumble in, still amazed at what has happened.
I blinked and fumbled at my shirt shyly. “Yeah, it was…nice,” I flushed again a little, not as bad as before. I looked at the time and he caught on.

“Oh heck,” he mutters- or something to that effect. He got up and followed me out the door. “So what did you two do?” He asks. I roll my eyes as I climbed into my car.

“We ate and saw a movie,” I tell him and start the car carefully, Web keeping a careful eye on all that I did to make sure I didn’t get us killed.

“Yeah? What movie? Anything good?”

I shrug. The movie… I could barely remember it, only what happened near the end… I realized I was smiling and still had to answer his question. “Uh, not really. Something a bit freaky, that’s all,” I mumble and stopped suddenly at a stop sign. Web glares at me. “Oops,” I admit sheepishly. “Didn’t see it.”

He begins lecturing on keeping my eyes on the road- that distracted both of us from the first conversation. A good thing, because he doesn’t need to know everything, does he? Finally we reached my place and Web stumbled out in a hurry, eager to get out and away from my mad driving skills.

“All right, no more today, I believe. But I did come by and dropped off your schoolwork,” he adds. “I’ll pick you up same time tomorrow and then take you to school. Although,” he added as an afterthought. “There is a premiere in three days…” I make a face but he ignored it as I locked the car shut. “You really should go,” he comments. “You need more publicity, remember?”

I sigh. “Yeah, fine. I’ll try to find something to wear, I suppose. It’s just a drag, because people insist I should wear high heels- you know I tend to fall over,” I tell him frowning. We climb the stairs.

“We’ll find you some comfortable shoes,” he says agreeably. “The day after tomorrow, we may be able to get you a nice outfit, I think. At Perine’s?”

I chew my lip. “I suppose. Yeah, sure.” I’m entering my apartment. “Good enough, anyways,” I say softly and with a wave he is gone.

I lock the door and walk over to my table. All my homework is scattered there, along with an overview of what all the lectures were on today, perhaps a personal note from my professors. I honestly can’t wait until school ends. But then college… but that shouldn’t be so bad, of course. I hope. I still haven’t decided where to go.

As if on cue, I spotted a stack of papers near the end. I pick up the top sheet. ‘Miss Hampton, seeing as this is your senior year, we have compiled a list of all the colleges you may be interested in. I would like to talk about this more with you when possible- I’ll be available any time in my office. Get well soon. Mrs. Yugoscow.’ The Ukrainian guidance counselor at our school.

Putting that aside, I look at the stack. Pamphlets and such in a neat and alphabetized pile. I shuffled through them, finding a few familiar names and some in Europe, which may be interesting but I don’t think I have the guts to go that far.

Seeing as those are as important at the moment, I set aside my future and return to the mess of schoolwork that I need to work on. For the next four hours I work hard, stopping once for a small snack. I finished the work from yesterday and by seven, everything was finished except for some biology worksheets.

Relaxing, I sunk in my seat with a yawn. I should go to bed early tonight, I figure. In an hour or so. It was then I could see under the table, where a brown box was waiting with my stage name on it. I groan, pulling it out.

Fan mail. Okay, it’s sweet, so unbearably sweet. I love getting mail, but… it’s just too much. I set aside my school papers and shove the heavy package on top.

The first one. It’s from a thirteen-year-old girl named Leslie who’s gotten the courage to speak up more through my more inspiring songs. It makes me smile. “But why can’t I follow my own lyrics?” I mutter with a frown.

As always, Web has also stuck in a huge container of postcards, because I like to give small returns to my fans. I say how I’m so glad that she’s found the courage, and answer a few random questions in a few words. The post card already has a stamp on it and I set it aside in my empty finished pile.

‘Dear Shy, your voice is amazing and the lyrics fit with you are great. It’s cool how you’re going on tour finally. I’ve already bought a ticket to two shows and can’t wait to see you live! Wouldn’t it be cool if I actually met you? I was wondering about your new album, because I heard it’s coming out soon. I’ll be in line! Last thing, I like to write songs, and a few titles would be good for future stuff. Your Dream Come True, My Magical Wand, Fall on Deaf Ears, Can’t See, Heartless, and Burnt Flowers. Seeing as you love that style of songs and all, these might be cool. Just thinking. Marie Regis.’

I smile. A few fans have even sent in their own lyrics. Which aren’t the best, but they are cute. I sang one at a concert, just to see what everyone thought. I write down her name and the song titles. I thank her and mention some about my next album.

It goes on for another hour or so. I realize it’s become nine o’clock, so I shove everything down, change and climb in bed, because I’ve needed the sleep. It’s not long before I reach dreamland.
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