Tears and Insecurities

The camera clicked and flashed as I posed for the last picture of this section.

My muscles were screaming for me to lay down right were I was, for I had been on my feet nonstop for almost the entire day. Starting at 6:00 this morning, I had to be in the studio, working on my new songs and recording. After that, we headed to the head to go workout for another few hours. Our video shoot was at noon, and I had practice with my acrobatics before the photo shoot.

To put it short, today was a busy and long fucking day.

I huffed and nearly growled at the stylists as they yanked and tugged on my hair while a few of them applied makeup onto my face. I hurriedly changed clothes and ran out to the set, where all my other band members where, exhausted also. They all sat slumped in their seats and stared straight ahead, small bags under their eyes underneath the makeup.
We all posed in our correct order, each of us holding our instruments and I held my microphone.

The camera clicked and flashed again, over and over.

I wiped all of the makeup away from my face and pulled my hair into a ponytail before turning to leave the studio. I was one of the last to be out of the studio, it was obvious by the empty hallways. I walked out the door, pulling my sunglasses on and walking to the car, unlocking it and getting inside.
I sighed again and started the car, but I stopped imediately when something white caught the corner of my eye. I slowly looked over to the passenger's side and slowly picked up the white square shaped paper.

It was a picture.
Of me.

I couldn't remember what was going on or where I was, but it was apparently my birthday.
My blood red lips were puckered over the small cake and mini firecracker, ready to blow it
out. A small shot glass sat near the cake.

I raised my eyebrow at the sudden appearance of the picture, but I shrugged the feeling off and began to drive home.
The silent drive was becoming a little unerving, I only thought more of the picture, so I turned on the radio. I hummed softly to the song as I eventually pulled into the driveway of my home.


~Angel's POV~

Cristo and I tiredly walked into my house, dropping our bags next to the steps, too lazy to unpack our bags. We made our way upstairs, our muscles aching from the long day we all had.
I entered the room, throwing myself at the bed and enjoying the soft matress and silk sheets.

I looked over to Cristo, smiling.

"Wanna take a nap with me?" I reach out for him.

He only laughs softly as he stares at me.
He slowly crawls onto the bed, his face now inches from mine and he bends down slightly to kiss my neck gently.

"I think I have another idea.."

I blush at the subliminal suggestion, trying to hide my face and camoflauge it with my red hair so that he didn't notice it.

"I-I thought that you said t-that you were tired.." I stuttered, blushing even more out of shyness.

"Hmmm..." He moaned and looked at me, amusement in his eyes.

"Who said anything about being tired?" He smirked and slowly moved the hair from my face.

"Don't hide your face. Your'e too beautiful for that." Cristo smiled as I blushed even harder.

Within seconds, his lips were on mine, full of passion. This was the side of Cristo I usually never see, the one I love so much. No one would ever imagine someone like Cristo settling down or being in a solid relationship. No one has ever seen the sincere and gentle side, only the reckless part of him that fucks anything with tits and an ass.

I kissed him back fully, loving and cherishing every second of it. Our tongues were soon fighting for dominance and suddenly, my body wasn't so sore or tired anymore.

Our makeout session lasted for quite a few minutes before I felt his hands slide under my shirt slowly, tugging at the hem of it. My own fingers were tangled in his silky smooth hair.

I yelped in suprise as he suddenly pinned me to the bed, a smirk plastered on his face...

Notes

Skin-Rihanna
Again, I apologize for the tardiness of this update. I missed you guys and knew that I needed to update as soon as possible.