Zoey and Yivi have been sitting off to the side, chatting. Zoey’s been showing Yivi her highly decorated planner. It’s covered with a thousand stickers of motivational sayings as well as drawings of flowers and hearts with her and Tate’s initials inside them. I dread to think what their wedding planner’s going to look like if that’s just a regular one.
Tate and I have been playing on Austin’s game console while the normally computer obsessed bassist is with Cameron, entertaining three women they brought back to the room after the meet and greet. Cameron’s kissing and playing with one girl’s tits while another sucks him off. Austin and his partner are engaged in a hot and heavy petting session. One of them tried it on with me, but given I’ve got a wife in the room, I didn’t think it was appropriate to consider taking up the offer.
The memory of Yivi’s virgin blood on the sheets haunts me. It should’ve been her greatest gift to give to someone, and I can’t remember taking it. I’m also pretty sure she doesn’t remember losing it since neither of us can recall getting married beforehand.
I grip the ball with my fingers and throw it toward Zoey and Yivi. “Heads up.”
Both of them look up at me in shock as the ball zooms past them and lands in the middle of the pile of stickers and Post-it notes surrounding Zoey’s planner.
Shit!
Paper flies everywhere.
“Liam!” Zoey shrieks.
Tate chuckles next to me. “You’re in big trouble now.”
“Sorry.” I jump to my feet and start trying to collect together all Zoey’s planning stuff that’s now fluttering around the room and landing on the carpeted floor.
“If any of these stickers are creased, you are so getting extra toilet cleaning duties when we’re back on the bus, Liam. Tate only bought them for me last week. They’re my favorite. My first Erin Condren ones.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologize again, but I see the little smirk that crosses Zoey’s face.
She’s not really angry. I give the puppy dog look too well. In contrast, when I glance over at Yivi, I see a look of panic on her face. She’s frantically trying to gather up and straighten out all the stickers. She picks up a broken Post-it notebook from the floor and tries to put it back together again.
“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m a clutz most of the time. Zoey’s not really angry at me.”
“They’re all so pretty.” Yivi sighs as she admits defeat with the Post-it notes and places them back down on the table.
“I’ll replace them tomorrow,” I tell her.
Zoey collects all her belongings together. “Honestly, it’s not a problem, Yivi. You should have seen the state of the first rota I did for them on the tour bus. It was a complete mess after a few hours. They all got hold of my coloring pens and white out and changed everything. It ended up with me doing all the horrible chores and them doing whatever they felt like. I’m pretty certain it was Tate who wrote in my favorite metallic gold pen that I had to spend half an hour each day worshiping and kissing his feet,” Zoey sneers at her love, who innocently holds his hands up. “He spent the next week on toilet duty as a result. That’s the first thing you’ll learn about these guys. They’re all pussycats and won’t hurt a fly.”
“I hope you’re only referring to Tate, Miss Danson. I’m a wild tiger,” Cameron pipes up. “No one will ever control me.”
“I’m going to enjoy the day you are tamed, Cameron.” Zoey laughs and puts all her planner stuff back into a bag.
“The day Cameron gets his ball and chain, I think the entire world will explode. It’s going to be one of those Armageddon moments.” Tate signifies an explosion with his hands.
“Fuck you all.” Cameron salutes his best friend with his middle finger. All the while, he’s still got a girl bobbing up and down on his dick. Normally, I’d have one on mine. It feels strange sitting back and watching our lead guitarist get head with Yivi and Zoey standing next to me.
“Speaking of fucking…” The other woman with Cameron licks her lips with anticipation.
“Soon. I think we should play a game first.” Cameron grunts and shuts his eyes while he comes down the throat of the girl sucking his dick.
“Did he just…” Yivi exclaims in shock behind me. I turn around to face her. Her eyes are wide open, and her cheeks bright red. It’s endearing.
“You’ll get used to it.” Zoey shakes her head and hands Yivi a small glass of wine. She drinks the contents down quickly.
“But isn’t it a waste?” She motions with her hands, and I’m not sure what she means. Zoey looks just as confused. “I mean, his semen. Isn’t he wasting it, surely he should save it to procreate?”
Yivi’s cheeks redden even more.
I can’t help thinking it’s a strange comment. I open my mouth to speak, but Cameron is up on his feet, the woman discarded onto the couch. He’s doing his pants up while heading toward us.
“Don’t worry, Yivi. I’ve got plenty to go around. And I don’t plan on creating little Camerons anytime soon.”
I glare at Cameron to shut his fucking mouth. The protective streak I’m developing toward Yivi, coming out again.
He snorts a laugh and grabs the now empty bottle of wine from the table by Zoey and Yivi. I know Zoey has drunk most of it by the lust filled way she keeps eyeing up Tate. I’m surprised they haven’t disappeared to their bedroom yet.
“I think we should play spin the bottle.” Cameron holds the wine bottle up in the air.
Austin and the three groupies applaud the suggestion.
“What are we, five?” I roll my eyes.
“Were you an early starter, Liam?” Austin nods my way. “I was at least eight before I had my first kiss.”
I flip him off.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Cameron moves a small coffee table out of the way and sits down on the floor in the center of the room.
“I’m up for it.” Austin joins him. The groupie girls excitedly sit down next to them.
“I’ll play, but any of you fuckers kiss Zoey, you’re dead.” Tate slides down onto the floor, and Zoey sits next to him.
“Same goes for the Tate. My lips are the only ones to touch him. You get him, you do a dare.”
I turn to look at Yivi. She seems nervous again.
“What is it?”
“I-I…I don’t know this game,” she stutters. “Maybe I should sit out?”
“It’s okay. All you have to do is spin the bottle when it’s your turn and kiss whoever it lands on. It can be a small peck on the cheek, or if Zoey and Tate get each other, it can be a full blown make out session. If you don’t agree to the kiss, you have to do a dare. It’s a bit of harmless fun.”
“Okay.” Yivi nibbles on her lip. “Will you play?”
“For a bit, but only because I’ve got the best dare to give Cameron when he spins and lands on Tate and can’t kiss him.”
“Boys can kiss each other?” Yivi peers around me, her eyes darting between Tate and Cameron.
“And girls,” Austin adds.
“The game isn’t wrong?”