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"A yobbo," he repeated quietly, trying to remember what it meant. If he were smart he'd have made an Australian slang cheat sheet but of course he hadn't so he was free to guess. "And just so you know, it's still too small and uncomfortable for us."


They were almost to Tommy's apartment building now, just a few blocks away. The scenery hadn't changed much, still the same grey city buildings and even darker grey sky. Although it looked like it, the weather wasn't really all that bad. It wasn't cold, even without the sun, and it wasn't raining.
 
She nodded. The girl propped her elbow up on the car's windowsill, and watched the scenery changed partially outside. Deciding not to argue about the bus any further, she just stayed quiet. Absentmindedly, she chewed at her lower lip. Tommy tended to do that when she was slightly anxious, or just tried to get herself to be quiet, and not say anything stupid. In this case, she just tried to get herself to shut up, so she doesn't say anything that would make her look bossy or anything of the likes. Soon enough after the thick, awkward silence, they were at her apartment, that was just a tad better than her boyfriend's. She lived on the top floor, and one of the walls just consisted of a one-way window. The living room was big, and connected to the clean kitchen. There was a small hallway and a bathroom across from her small, tidy bedroom. Her pitbull, Babe, often follows her on her heels. Babe is a friendly dog, but he tends to be lazy. Once the van parked, she unclipped a keychain from the beltloops of her jeans.
 
They got out of the van and walked to the building's front door which Alex held open for her. He waited patiently for her to unlock the second door, and he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they headed to her apartment. Alex's thumb brushed against the back of Tommy's hand in slowly circular motions.


"Hey, Tommy, I love you," he said casually, turning his head to look at her. There was no reason to tell her this, but he still wanted to, it was an easy way to fill the silence.
 
She got out of the van with Alex, and almost immediately, he held her small hand in his bigger one, lacing his fingers with hers. She blushed slightly at the straightforwardness. She walked forward with him, and one corner of her lips tipped up in a small, half-smile at his politeness when he opened the door for her. She went inside, her hand still intertwined with his, and she fumbled with her keys at the second door that needed to be opened. Tommy was a bit nervous since she felt his gaze on her and all of a sudden he spoke. Her fumbling paused when she all of a sudden found the right key to open the door that led to the elevators. She turned her gazed from to door to him and her lips curled into a slow smile. She couldn't help but smile, she couldn't hold it back since she liked little things. Holding onto her key with her free hand, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek before whispering, "Love you too, Alex." Gently placing her key into the socket of the door, she turned it a few times since the lock was wonky, and opened up the door. Tommy opened up the door, and walked a few steps to the elevators, and pressed the upper arrow, and she waited for the elevator to come down from the fiftieth floor.
 
It took awhile for the elevator to come down and they could hear it coming before it did, the cords making a wheezing, strained sound. It made a shiver go up Alex's spine, and although he had never said anything about it, old elevators made him nervous. Just the noise of them made him fear that the cords would snap and he'd fall several floors to hid painful death. Finally the elevator doors open and snapped Alex out of his gruesome reverie.


"So," he said as they took the few steps into the empty space, "We're going to need a merch seller. I nominate you." With his long middle finger he pressed the button for the last floor and then the button to close the doors.
 
She had never had a fear of heights. She just had the fear of falling. Once the elevator started to rise up, her stomach dropped, and the only thing she could smell is the dusty, confined space around them. The only thing she couldn't smell was her own neutral scent that was made from numerous showers in the same, fresh-smelling body wash. She could tell Alex was a bit nervous, so she squeezed his hand reassuringly.


"Well, I'd be glad to take the opening." She said with a playful tone in her voice with a smile to match. Though she was just kidding around, she was serious about taking the job. She was okay with selling things for them, she was kind to others, and considerate too, and just a bit charming. Maybe it'd get along with her well when she was ready to spread out the merchandise to fans while she raked in money for the band. With a delayed ding, the door opened on the top floor, and she walked out, leading Alex down the hall to her apartment, 5022.
 
Alex squeezed her hand back, the reassurance making him feel better. His breathing calmed a bit and the corner of his lips lifted in a smile. "Just promise me you won't flirt with the fans," he teased in a serious tone, echoing through the long hallway. The lights in the hallway were dim, a few of them in need of replacing and it gave off an eerie feeling.
 
Once they were down the hall, she yet again fumbled with her keys. She chuckled lightly at his remark, mostly at the thought of her flirting with a fan. She was too loyal to do that. Even if she had broken up with someone, the act of her flirting with someone wouldn't have popped into her mind. If she broke up with someone she had really loved, she would mostly dread over it. Tommy shoved the key into the slot and turned it, not yet opening the door. She turned to Alex.


"I'll promise if you do." She said, a wry smile upon her peach-colored lips. Her fingers stayed on the key, and barking could be heard from the other side of the door. She waited for a response from her boyfriend before she opened the door to her dwelling.
 
"Eh," he said, tilting his head side to side as though he were debating how to answer. He pretended to think his answer through before saying, "Yeah okay. I doubt I could find another person as perfect as you any ways."


He stepped forward, forcing Tommy back against the wall and they now stood very close. Alex could feel Tommy's hot breath on his face and he kissed her, enjoying the intimate moment. He pulled back an inch and whispered, "I promise I won't flirt with the fans." He stepped back, then frowned. "But I count you as a fan, so can I still flirt with you?"
 
At his first saying, she frowned, mouth ajar to give out a gasp, but nothing came out after he backed up his first reply. Her face went red when she was addressed as someone who was perfect. She was flattered that he thought he wouldn't find anyone else like her, but was too much surprised to say the same, her mouth still opened up slightly. He had stepped forward, and her back was against the wall. They were in a close vicinity, and the air around them was warm. He pressed his lips onto her ajar mouth, and her eyes closed as her hands held his sides. Her lips moved in sync along with his for a moment. He pulled back a bit, and her mouth was ajar, and her chest rose and fell from the sudden loss of air. He stepped back as he replied once more, and she was still left against the wall. She chewed her lower lip as her mouth curved into a smile.


"You can," she said. "But only with me." She added, smile playful along with the tone of her voice.
 
"Deal," he replied, lifting his eyebrows for a moment. He gestured to the door with a flick of his hand, then shoved both of them into his pockets. He folded them and rubbed the base of his palm, rough callused fingertips against smooth skin. It had taken him awhile to form those callouses, bleeding scabs and hour and hours of guitar playing definitely paid off. Now he barely felt a thing when playing the guitar, but he also barely felt a thing when brushing his fingertips over Tommy's perfect pale skin.
 
She moved from her spot against the wall, and turned the key, pushing open the door. Almost immediately, her dog hopped from the black faux leather couch, and scampered across the white tile floor and hopped on her legs. She patted Babe's head with a smile once she walked in. Turning to Alex, she beckoned him inside with a movement of her hand. Once he was inside, she closed the door behind her. Babe barked at Alex excitedly, running around him, his white stub tail wagging. Playfully, she rolled her eyes at her dog's and actions.


"Someone's excited that you're here." She said with a laugh.
 
"Hey, baby baby Babe," he said, closing the door shut behind him and then crouching down so he could pet and play with the dog. To Alex's ear's delight, the attention quieted the dog and soon he was completely silent except for his panting and the occasional smack of the dog's tail against Alex's leg.


Alex had never been a dog person before, but Babe had grown on him and now wiping slobber off his hands was as normal as brushing his teeth in the morning.
 
She smiled at the sight of Alex being all sweet with her dog. To suppress an aw, she bit her lower lip. Once she was calmed down from the giddiness the adorable sight had caused, she had mustered up the willpower to speak up. Though she was quite dismayed by the fact of her interrupting them both, Tommy reminded herself that it would end sooner or later. Her lower lip slipped from the grip of her teeth.


"Well, I'm going to go pack. You can play with Babe, or you both could follow me into my room if you'd like." She stated, voice giddy with a smile to match her tone that reverberated from her vocal cords.
 
Alex looked up and smiled, loving the look he saw on Tommy's face. He stood from his crouched position, lifting Babe up with him. This didn't last long and the snow white dog leaped from his arms, following her owner into the bedroom. Alex was the last in the line of 3, bringing up the rear.


He sat down on the bed, patting his lap to tell Babe that it was okay for her to sit up there with him. Babe listened and sat like a good dog right where he had motioned for her to sit. "Make sure to pack something sexy," he joked as he looked up from the dog. "For my enjoyment."
 
As he sat on her bed, that was covered in a white comforter, along with light pastel blue pillows, she headed to her closet. She leafed through a few shirts, and folded some, placing the folded clothing onto the light brown wood desk near the window-wall. She bent over and pulled out a black suitcase from the closet and she immediately stood upright at Alex's remark. She turned to him, face burning a light pink.


"Sure, sure." She added sarcastically, along with a laugh as Babe rolled onto his back on Alex's lap so he could get a belly rub. She walked back to her closet, and pulled out a few pairs of pants and shorts, and placed them into the deep suitcase neatly to conserve room so she could add more clothes.
 
Alex obeyed the dog's request, rubbing and scratching at the dog's exposed stomach. He watched Tommy move from suitcase to closet and back again. Every once in a while he'd take a more attentive look at the suitcase beside him, examining what she was putting in.


After a few minutes of silence Alex got bored and he set the dog aside and stood up, grabbing the acoustic guitar in the corner and settling back down on the bed. He strummed half heartedly, lazily changing chords.
 
As Tommy went around, finally satisfied with the clothing she had put in, she had went to a drawer that was inside of the closet to conserve room, and opened the middle drawer quietly so attention wouldn't be drawn to herself. Successfully, she put in a few bras and panties into the suitcase. She had angled it to the side so she'd save some embarrassment. Behind her, she heard the plucking of chords. She thought that Alex must've been playing around with her guitar. With him being on a new focus, Babe hopped off of the bed, and followed her right on her heels. She picked up a lacy black bra from the drawer, but with Babe leaping around her, she dropped it. She cursed herself mentally as Babe grasped one of the straps in his teeth, and ran over to Alex, jumping around him with the bra to get his attention. He must've thought that Tommy was playing fetch. She packed a few more pairs of panties and bras quickly before Alex looked up at Babe, and she shut the drawer.
 
Alex glanced from his fingers down to Babe, and he was taken aback by what he saw. "You're gonna ruin that," he said, reached down and pulling the bra from between Babe's teeth. She jumped up, trying to grab a hold of it. "And it's a nice one, too.I like lace," he added, tossing it back to Tommy.
 
She swallowed a lump in her throat, but it felt like swallowing a boulder. Her stomach seemed to drop, but her face burnt slightly in embarrassment. Babe just laid on the ground, a satisfied doggy smile wrapped over the pitbull's face. The bra was tossed back to her, and she caught it in her hands. Folding it, she shoved it into her suitcase. After that, she packed some toiletries, like toothpaste, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and deodorant and such. She knew she was as good as finished, and she sat on her bed next to Alex, and flopped on her back. Babe ran up, and hopped onto the bed next to her, and panted in her face. She gave a smile and petted Babe for him to relax, and he laid down next to her.
 
"Hey babe," he said, then frowned when Babe responded with a bark. "Not you, the other babe. My babe." Alex moved Babe out of the way so he could comfortably lean over Tommy and kiss her on the corner of her mouth without the dog getting in the way.


"You look so pretty when you blush," he whispered, brushing his lips over the perfect complexion of her cheek.
 
She just thought he was talking to her dog, so she just continued to lay thee on the bed, her arms over her head. Cocking a brow at Alex's remark, her face burned a slightly darker shade of pink. Babe was moved out of the way, and Alex leaned down, his lips pressing onto the corner of hers. Babe hopped onto the floor, and scampered over to the big, tan-colored dog pillow on the floor next to the window and laid on it. Her rosy cheek tickled, his lips were brushing over it as he spoke softly next to her. She sat up, pulling him by the shoulder, and she pecked his lips, pulling away slowly so the touch of her lips lingered.
 
Tommy had pulled away and Alex was left there open mouthed with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. He closed his mouth but the smirk remained, giving off a boyish look. "I love what you do to me," he whispered the barely coherent words.


He pushed off the bed and took Tommy's hand. He was hungry and he walked out to the kitchen, dragging his girlfriend with him. He opened the fridge and found some chicken in a container. "Can I eat this?"
 
The open-mouthed smirk gave her slight satisfaction and her own personal amusement. Tommy caught his quiet whisper and she let out an inaudible chuckle. She gave a light, slow kiss under his jaw after he had said so, and she reeled back before he could turn and kiss her back. He had pulled her to her feet, and she smiled. He led her to the tidy kitchen with her hand in his. He had pulled out a container of leftover chicken that was about a day old. Alex had asked her if it was okay for him to eat it. She nodded.


"Sure, just put it into the microwave." She confirmed for him, and wrung her hand from his grip gently so she could get something from the fridge herself. She pulled out a small box of strawberries, and set them on the marble island in the middle of the kitchen. Tommy headed over to a cabinet, and stood on her toes to open it, and grab a small bowl. She closed the door to the cabinet, and poured the strawberries inside of it, rinsing them in water, pulling off the leaves.
 
Alex did as she said and popped the lid off the Tupperware container and pushed it into the microwave. His finger hovered over the buttons before he decide to put it in for 1 minute and he pressed start, the microwave humming to life. He whistled softly a jolly tune and grabbed a fork from one of the drawers, twirling it artfully between his long fingers.


He started to speak but then the microwave dinged and he huffed out a breath as he reached to take the container out of the microwave. "Alright, so I'm hoping that we'll never have to sleep in the van. I think that the band has enough money saved up," Alex paused to eat a bite of the slightly dry chicken, "and with the concert money we should have enough spare money for a cheap motel. Is it worth wasting money for that?"
 
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