Isaac held the door open for Trisha as she walked into the hotel room carrying Chinese take out. "I can't believe you wanted take out!"
"I had a craving." She laughed.
"But that place was nasty. You know, I've seen a lot of things in my life, but never a Chinese-food-take-out-server named Butch."
"Oh shut up." She laughed.
"Why do women always crave food anyway?"
"Men crave food too." She set the food on a table and began searching through it to find what she had ordered.
"I don't."
"You're not the only man on this planet, Ike."
"I'm hurt." He mocked.
"Take your damn chow mien."
"Yes ma'am!" He saluted her and took the Styrofoam plate.
The two of them sat on a couch facing a small TV. "Are you hotels always like this?" She stuffed her mouth full again and motioned around to the room.
He shrugged. "This is actually one of the crappier ones."
Her eyes got wide. "You're kidding me!"
"No. This one is all one room, see, the beds are all in the same room." He pointed. "Usually there are two rooms. And I get one, Tay and Zac fight for the second and whoever loses sleeps in the main room."
She laughed. "I guess Zac has to sleep in the main room a lot."
Isaac grinned. "Not since he grew. He takes the room first and then when Tay tries to come in Zac picks him up and drops him right next the cot. It's pretty funny."
"How mean!"
"Not really, Taylor used to do it to him all the time."
She got up and refilled her plate. "You want some more?"
"Can you get me some of that chicken stuff you were eating?"
"Yeah." She refilled his plate and grabbed a beer while she was in the kitchen, from the fridge. "Here you go. I thought you might be thirsty."
"Oh thanks." He popped open the drink. "Didn't you want one?" He took note of her sprite.
"I don't drink."
"Why not?"
"Two reasons. One, everyone I know who drinks always has bad stuff happen to them. And secondly," she crawled over him until one hand sat dangerously in his lap and her lips were near his ear. "I want to experience all of life's pleasures, and be able to remember them." She laughed.
He grinned, "I always seem to remember, and I still drink."
She smacked his arm. "How many pleasures have you had?"
"Not enough." He was near her now, much nearer than she'd meant to allow him to get.
She laughed. "Yeah, anyway. You done?" She took his plate and left to throw it away. "Fortune cookie?" She asked, upon returning.
He cracked his open. "Oh, I got cheated on this one."
She laughed. "What does it say?"
"Hold on to the ones who really care. In the end, they'll be the only ones there."
She laughed and opened hers. "I think these people took notes on your songs." She showed hers to him. "A daisy and a rose are sweet all the same, but the rose has a thorn, be wary."
"That's just a bunch of cheesy shit."
"Why are you complaining? You're the king of cheesy shit, you should be honored."
He grinned. "Not unless I'm getting royalties."
Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him. "So it's all about the money is it?"
"That's dumb. It’s about the music, you dork." He was sarcastic, and she was laughing.
"I'm a dork?"
"Yes." He grabbed her and began tickling her like mad.
Gasping for breath she rolled off the couch, "Oh no, no, ouch!"
He smiled as she rested her head back on the couch. "You okay?"
"Mmhmm." He bent down and kissed her. "You know what?"
He pulled away, "What?"
"A dork is a whale's penis."
He burst out laughing, "Oh my god." She took advantage of his laugh and attacked him, trying to tickle him back. "Oh no, you cannot beat the tickle KING!" He pinned her down easily and watched her as her breathing returned to normal. "Keep in mind, toots, I have 6 younger siblings. I can out tickle them all." He smiled smugly.
She sighed. "All hail the tickle king."
He kissed her cheek. "That's right." On an impulse he kissed her lips, and was surprised when she kissed him back.
She hadn't even realized she had been kissing him until his tongue slid smoothly against her own. "Oh!" she pushed him away. "Gosh, Isaac, oh, I'm sorry."
He didn't want to let his opportunities fly and especially at this moment when she obviously wanted it a little bit. He pressed his lips against her neck and her chin, from behind. She turned away and hugged her knees to her chest and trying to ignore him. "Don't worry about it." He reached for her and she found herself wrapped up in him again. He didn't notice that she was pushing against him. "Relax." He whispered.
Despite how she tried, she could not ignore him, him or the way he felt. He wanted her, or at least a part of her. And she wanted him to want her. Whether she wanted to give herself was a completely different story, but she wanted him to adore her nonetheless. And that was why she kissed him.
Isaac noticed that Trisha's kisses were more formed. They weren't sloppy attempts at compensation for his sake. It seemed as if she actually wanted to kiss him, and so he reached up her shirt. It was a natural progression. Not because he was a pervert or was trying to take advantage of her, because he wanted to touch her. To find out for himself what she had done to herself those months he hadn't talked to her.
"Oh Trish." He meant it as sympathy, as he mentally made note that she had at least 5 ribs he could distinctly feel as his fingers ran up her sides. However, the soft note of caring came out as something of a moan.
"Isaac." She began to push him off.
"What?"
"I don't want you to touch my stomach."
"Okay," he breathed against her cheek. He drew one of her legs around his waist. "What can I touch?"
She sighed. His ran thumb back and forth over her cheek and then under her chin.
"Trish, please kiss me."
"I can't handle this." She kissed him anyway.
Can't handle this? We haven't even really done anything! "Okay." He kissed her anyway.
"You're not listening to me." She returned his french kiss.
"You're not listening to yourself." His lips were pressed hard against hers. Please don't answer that. Just stop speaking.
She didn't say anything but continued to kiss him, allowing herself on top of him as he resituated her. His fingers toyed with her jeans. "Mm, Ike, I"
"Sh sh." His hands pushed at the zipper.
"Isaac no." She pulled away from him, but immediately missed feeling his lips. What the hell? How am I supposed to stop him if I can't stand him not doing it? Damn mixed signals.
He found the convenient crook of her neck and began to suck on her skin while his fingers continued to play with the hem of her jeans. What is she doing? Does 'no' mean 'yes' in this situation?
Tearing herself from the comfort of his mouth on her was horrible, but she did it. Thank God, I did it. I did it! "Ike, stop it."
She sounded stern, but it sounded like the same type of stern that porn actresses used. Her voice was deep, breathy and it sounded like "Oh, Isaac stop it, you little rascal."
"Isaac!" She ignored the soft feeling of his fingers on her lower abdomen.
He could not figure her out for the life of him. Did she want him or did she not? He tried to place a kiss on her lips. "Ouch! Shit!" Her hand came fast across his face. "You slapped me?"
She frantically climbed across the room. "I am so sorry. I just; I didn't know what to do. I needed to stop, but I couldn't, it was all I could think of."
"You need some new anti-making out tactics."
"Isaac, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She apologized sincerely but refused to take a step nearer to him. She felt like a frightened animal, and she was pretty sure she looked like it too.
"Are you okay? Is there something I need to know? I mean, we've gone further than that before, I guess I don't understand the problem."
Storms never survived by any man welled up in her eyes. Her face flushed and she clenched her fists. "Should it matter whether or not we've gone further? The point is I didn't want to anymore."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"You're all freaked out, and I just wanted to know what was wrong."
"Well nothing's wrong."
"Trish, I just want to know…"
"You want too much."
"What the hell?"
"You heard me! I make sacrifices for you all the time, and you're still wanting."
"That's ridiculous."
"So you don't think I give up things for you?"
"Babe, you're biting my head off! I don't get it."
Anger drained from her face and tears began streaming in a helpless procession. "I have a name you know."
He moved towards her, and she hid in a corner behind the table. "Trisha?"
She wiped, embarrassed at her eyes and tried to hide herself from him. "I think I should go."
He knelt in front of her, "No, I think you need to stay here."
"I can't."
He touched her hand, If I'm holding her hand then she can't slap me. "Trish, you are not in any condition to drive yourself home."
"So now you're judging my condition?" She sobbed and recoiled her hand.
"Would you stop taking everything so damn personally!"
She slammed herself to her feet, knocking Isaac to the side. "Don't you dare swear at me!" She walked, determined to go out the door.
He caught her by the elbow, "I'm not letting go until you tell me what's wrong."
"Isaac, I'll scream."
"I'm not letting go until you tell me what's wrong."
"Didn't you hear me? I'll scream and someone will call the police."
"Go ahead, I haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you're the one who hit me."
She burst into tears all over again, wanting to be hugged and wanting to run as far away as she could all at the same time.
Instinctively he held her, and tears she'd withheld for months poured from her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry" She whispered.
"Just talk to me, tell me what's wrong."
"I have a chemical imbalance, and so my moods are really out of control. I while ago we were robbed and my medication was smashed. I haven't been taking my pills, and so I'm just horrible, I'm out of control, and I'm scared. I don't know what to do anymore."
"Okay, okay, this is no problem. You just need to take something that will calm you."
"its called Prozac, Ike."
He smiled, "Well I don't have any of that, but I do have something else that might help." He led her by the hand over to his bed.
She stole her hand away, "Isaac, no. I can't do that now. I really can't, I'm sorry."
"Relax, that's not what I walked over for." He bent down and pulled out his suitcase. "I thought maybe you could try this." He held a bag of weed in his hand. "I take it sometimes when we're on tour. It gets really stressful, going from city to city or from promo appearance to interview, you know, when the schedule gets full. Its relaxing, so if you want some…" he trailed off.
"Thanks for offering," she smiled. "But along with that 'I don't drink' thing goes an 'I don't smoke or do drugs' thing also."
He looked a little embarrassed and put the drug back in his suitcase. "Um, okay, that's fine."
She smiled, "Don't worry, you're secret's safe with me."
She noticed a stereo by the TV, "What CDs are in here?"
"I don't know, I think Taylor was listening to it last so probably Lenny Kravitz or something like that."
"Oh, can I listen to it?"
He shrugged, "Tay wouldn't care."
She sat on the couch and listened to the Jimi Hendrix influenced modern guitarist. Isaac sat next to her, and she fell asleep. How do you fall asleep to Lenny Kravitz? A chemical imbalance, huh? I'd hate to see what she's like when she's PMSing.
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