rock star. He wondered if she would consider exploring whatever it was that was between them. Could he love an ordinary girl? Shit! She’s not some ordinary girl, asshole. She is everything you want and need. She could be the one.
I t did not take James long to become fond of a woman that he decided that he wanted to be involved with. He, also, knew that not everyone would want to be involved with a famous rock star. He could only hope that she was willing to give it a go.
She was so excited and nervous about being seen in public with him that it had taken twice as long to get ready, and in her nervousness she became uncharacteristically klutzy, causing her to bump into almost every piece of furniture in her hotel room. She had finally settled on a modest butter yellow sundress with spaghetti straps. She wore a comfortable pair of sandals, and put her hair up in a high ponytail so she wouldn't fidget with it if she got nervous, finishing her look with some mascara and clear lip gloss.
The first thing James told her when he came to pick her up was that she looked beautiful. Whether he was saying it because it was true, or because she looked like she might start to hyperventilate with the need for reassurance, was another story.
During the drive, James pointed out the places he used to go, things that had changed, and things that had stayed the same. Los Angeles was a beautiful city. It made her feel so special that he gave her a glimpse of where he’d lived his life before the world even knew he existed. Most importantly, she felt special that he was willing to share it with her. She was especially happy when he mentioned he wanted to stop by his parent’s house to see his brother who had come into to town for a business meeting. He assured her that it would only be an hour and if things got too uncomfortable that they would leave sooner. Destiny did not know what to expect but her essay did call for originality and this was pretty original. The fact that he was willing to allow her into his personal space and meet his family really did make her feel closer to him.
~~*~~*~~*~~
The sun started its descent, and they were in a good mood, blaring the radio. Spring flowed through the open windows. Destiny was ridiculously giddy and couldn't stop touching James because of it. She ran her fingers through his hair and listened as he sang along to the music. It always surprised her how good his voice was, since he rarely sang outside of work.
He didn't like to show off, but today he was in a n extremely good mood. When they had stopped by James’ family home, his family had loved Destiny, even his gruff, he-man father. James had almost pissed himself when his father gave Destiny a brief hug before they left. He wasn't the affectionate type, and his father had made it clear after the break up with Mary that he didn't think James was making many good decisions concerning his life. He may not have completely agreed with James's choices, but he couldn't deny that James was happy, either. And he couldn't deny that James's choice in a girlfriend had pleased him. James was now thinking about Destiny. Was he willing to let the weekend end the attraction hw was feeling toward her. Even his family had called her his girlfriend. She had not corrected them, and he hadn’t mind it either.
Since it was on the way home, he decided to make one more stop before they headed back to his house. It was funny how familiar the street were, how the road was still there when he turned and drove to the famous Hollywood sign. It took him all the way to the clearing at the top of a hill that overlooked the city. It always reminded him of those lover's lane images he'd seen in movies. This had been his favorite place growing up, the place he went when he just wanted to get away from people for a while, and he wanted to share it with Destiny. They parked, grabbed a blanket he kept in his trunk, and then he took her hand and led her to a spot under
I t did not take James long to become fond of a woman that he decided that he wanted to be involved with. He, also, knew that not everyone would want to be involved with a famous rock star. He could only hope that she was willing to give it a go.
She was so excited and nervous about being seen in public with him that it had taken twice as long to get ready, and in her nervousness she became uncharacteristically klutzy, causing her to bump into almost every piece of furniture in her hotel room. She had finally settled on a modest butter yellow sundress with spaghetti straps. She wore a comfortable pair of sandals, and put her hair up in a high ponytail so she wouldn't fidget with it if she got nervous, finishing her look with some mascara and clear lip gloss.
The first thing James told her when he came to pick her up was that she looked beautiful. Whether he was saying it because it was true, or because she looked like she might start to hyperventilate with the need for reassurance, was another story.
During the drive, James pointed out the places he used to go, things that had changed, and things that had stayed the same. Los Angeles was a beautiful city. It made her feel so special that he gave her a glimpse of where he’d lived his life before the world even knew he existed. Most importantly, she felt special that he was willing to share it with her. She was especially happy when he mentioned he wanted to stop by his parent’s house to see his brother who had come into to town for a business meeting. He assured her that it would only be an hour and if things got too uncomfortable that they would leave sooner. Destiny did not know what to expect but her essay did call for originality and this was pretty original. The fact that he was willing to allow her into his personal space and meet his family really did make her feel closer to him.
~~*~~*~~*~~
The sun started its descent, and they were in a good mood, blaring the radio. Spring flowed through the open windows. Destiny was ridiculously giddy and couldn't stop touching James because of it. She ran her fingers through his hair and listened as he sang along to the music. It always surprised her how good his voice was, since he rarely sang outside of work.
He didn't like to show off, but today he was in a n extremely good mood. When they had stopped by James’ family home, his family had loved Destiny, even his gruff, he-man father. James had almost pissed himself when his father gave Destiny a brief hug before they left. He wasn't the affectionate type, and his father had made it clear after the break up with Mary that he didn't think James was making many good decisions concerning his life. He may not have completely agreed with James's choices, but he couldn't deny that James was happy, either. And he couldn't deny that James's choice in a girlfriend had pleased him. James was now thinking about Destiny. Was he willing to let the weekend end the attraction hw was feeling toward her. Even his family had called her his girlfriend. She had not corrected them, and he hadn’t mind it either.
Since it was on the way home, he decided to make one more stop before they headed back to his house. It was funny how familiar the street were, how the road was still there when he turned and drove to the famous Hollywood sign. It took him all the way to the clearing at the top of a hill that overlooked the city. It always reminded him of those lover's lane images he'd seen in movies. This had been his favorite place growing up, the place he went when he just wanted to get away from people for a while, and he wanted to share it with Destiny. They parked, grabbed a blanket he kept in his trunk, and then he took her hand and led her to a spot under
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