Indecent Behaviour

"So you actually met Ben Bruce?" I groaned deeply in reply. My best friend Allie laughed, having a feeling that she is shaking her head side to side. "So what are you doing now rich and fabulous?"

I arched my brow, hearing a slight stream on the phone. "Allie, are you on the toilet while talking to me?" The girl giggled, and i knew that was a yes. "I don't care if you text me while you on the crapper, but calling me, really?"

"Facebook won't work, and Candy Crush is updating, and i forgot a magazine so i called you."

"Best friend you are, anyway did you ask your dad if you can come to LA to visit me, for a week or so, and before you say anything else Alice Cooper, i need my best friend and you can come stay here, tell him you are visiting colleges." Alice Cooper was my best friend, and is my soul mate, we met in grade one, fighting over the colored paper, and we both lost seeing we ripped it, since then, she and i had been close to the hip-- until now. Her father was a classic rock fan or so i heard and that's why she is named after the singer or is it band- Alice Cooper.

"Fine, okay. I am gonna ask him, he owes me, seeing he is fucking a twenty one year old, i have to wipe and go. Bye!" I laughed and hung up, gazing at the ceiling, my lip under my teeth. Ben Bruce, wow... We actually had an encounter, this was amazing, and i don't know what else to say... he is just... well amazing. I sighed and stood up, shuffling to the bathroom, turning on the shower, tapping my finger on my inner thigh, i never was a great singer, i sucked at it, my father can sing, i think... My mother not so has the most awesome voice ever, Celine Dion meets Amy Lee, and here i was... the one who can't sing to save her life.

I love writing songs, i want to produce them, i want to write music for people who can sing... unlike me. I walked back into my room, grabbing my note book, humming loudly as i wrote down a few verses that popped up.

Whispering softly i read the lyrics to myself. "All you have to do is lie a little better, i can see it on your face, your cheeks growing redder." i shook my head and made a few changed before singing again. "All you gotta do is lie a little better, just the look on your face, your cheeks growing redder-- fuck. Okay the first one sounds good."

"I think so to." I looked up seeing my father, walking in my room, handing me a cup of Banana ice cream. "Do you have a song that is finished?"

I shrugged and flipped through the pages. "Most of it's personal, but yeah i do. I like this one." i tapped my finger on the page, don't make sing." I warned my father, pointing at him with the spoon.

"Well whisper sing it to me," He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Gonna give you the lyrics." He nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed. I cleared my throat and sighed. "Maybe if you died, i would be alive... you bury me deep, six feet under, how does it feel to get away murder.. Maybe if you died, i would've cried." I finished. "It's basically a girl who trusted a guy with his life, and he ruined it by killing... well emotionally but i always had this dream that she is ghost in the music video and was standing behind him, while he was staring down at her in a coffin... "

"Maybe a director will do you well, and it sounds dark and perfect, one of the artists are actually looking for a Ghost writer, i believe you know her... Juliet Simms."

"Juliet Simms?' My eyes grew wide, "Blonde, snake tattoos, passion for fashion, my girl crush, voice that kinda sounds like God's or an angel, or the guy from ESPN?"

My father looked at me with a confused expression before he nodded. "Yes Alex, i will talk to her, i am producing her new album and she is sorting one song, i think that song works,"

"Dad!" I screamed and tackled. "Thank you! Thank you!" He laughed and pulled me away. "Right, sorry... Suit, ice cream, thank you so much daddy."

He kissed my head and smiled. "Go to bed, we are having Sunday with Andrew tomorrow." i groaned and flopped down on my bed. "Night buttercup."

"Night daddy." i stood up and removed my clothes, shutting the door with my foot, climbing in the shower, this was an amazing day, but of course Andrew, the weird man who looked at me all rapey.... Okay yes, he is hot as hell, blue eyes, tall as a giraffe, the way he licked his lips, that suit on his thing body.... I shook my head starting to get wet, thinking of him. I shook it off and grabbed the soap, washing myself. After twenty minutes, i climbed in my bed, wearing a loose cheer leading shirt i used to wear and slid on my full grandma white panties, that covered the entire bum and laid down. Pulling the sheet up to under my chest, i laced my fingers together and hummed in content on how good i was smelling, coconut, i smell like a fruit. Smiling, i turned, getting comfortable i fell asleep by the cars honking and sirens outside.

Notes

Hey girls/ or boys or whatever you are, aliens? Tell me what you think about this chapter, i will update again, so please don't say update, i would like you to give your input. I am making this fan fiction as realistic as possible. I am not going to hate on Juliet, cause she's amazing, she is an angel and she is really sweet.

Once again thank you so much, i would love some feed back.

-Damaged One.