Make Believe with my Rockstar

Sweetheart, we got a situation

**Drew's P.O.V**I wrap up at the studio for the day, then meet with my friend Ash, who I had unintentionally avoided for the past months. Then I go to finish my "roommate duties" and buy groceries. I may have thrown in the cart a couple articles that weren't on Audrey's list, but I swear they were 'must haves'. We've been living together for over a month now and we were getting along well. Jace is disappointed we haven't killed each other yet. We had our differences, yes, but mostly things were smooth. Evenings were homier, no more crazy parties and nights getting drunk and shit. She'd work on her laptop, I'd write lyrics, we'd watch superhero movies, 'cause thank God we were both DC fans, but the problem is, I like Batman and she loves Superman. You can imagine how the night goes when we watch Dawn of Justice. We had a literal political debate once, whether our character of choice was better acceptable then the other. I knew she was mostly right, but I liked how fiercely she was protecting Superman and the arguments she used were to the point of a worthy court case, so I just kept pushing it farther to enjoy how cute she looked doing that. Oh fuck! I get back to the task at hand when I read the next article on the list. Pads! Freaking pads! What do I know of them? And she haven't even written what kind. I look around for any kind of assistance and my eyes land on who I think would be less embarrassing in this situation, an old, nice looking lady, sporting the supermarket's red uniform.-Umm, excuse me? Could you please help me? – I approach her not really knowing what my request was.-Of course! – She kindly smiles and patiently waits for me.Ok, here goes nothing.-I'm checking the list and it says I gotta buy pads, for you know umm ...pads.I throw my eyes in the air trying to make sense. She looks at me for a moment then lets out a little laugh.-Oh honey, there are hundreds of them. I wouldn't know which kind you're supposed to get. Maybe you should just ask your girlfriend?-She's not my...ughh whatever! Could you please wait with me so I can give her a call and you know, she can tell you?-Of course. Take your time.I quickly ring Audrey. Pick up, pick up! This is already freaking uncomfortable. Which part of me being a social freak doesn't she get, to put me in this position. I smile awkwardly at the patiently waiting lady and thank God, Audrey picks up.-Umm, sweetheart, we got a situation. -What is it?-What kind of pads do you use? 'Cause I know shit about them. Can you please tell the lady next to me so that she can help me?Her scream makes me laugh and want to hide at the same time. She shoots a streak of "Are you fucking nuts" and other words which I guess I kind of deserve, but then breathes and tells me to pass the lady.Bags in hand I open the front door, hearing a distant singing coming from Audrey's bedroom. I recognize the lyrics to Sally's song...a classic. What will become of my dear friend? My favorite "Nightmare before Christmas" song.Where will his actions lead us then?God, I forgot how she sounded! Fucking A! Although I'd like to join the crowdIn their enthusiastic cloudTry as I may it doesn't last...I'm already at the door to her room by the time she's about to go into the next line, so I decide to join:-And will we ever, end up together? That makes her jump, causing the sketchbook to fall from her hand to the ground.-You scared the shit out of me! - She complains holding a hand on her chest.-Sorry, couldn't resist joining you.She laughs and gets up from the bed reaching for her sketchbook, but I catch it faster. -Give it back!-Nope! - I pop the P, looking at what she was drawing.-Drew...- Her voice insists but I don't budge. -Audrey, - I look at her, a blush already visible on her cheeks. - Is this ummm...outfit for the band?My question causes her to smile, snort and deny all at the same time.-Please tell me it is, 'cause it's fucking brilliant! - I exclaim.She thinks for a while then finally speaks:-Well I was just...umm...I don't know, experimenting I guess. Hearing you babble lyrics all day about the new album, and getting to know you guys from this close and knowing your philosophy...I try to read her eyes for a moment then I add:-You know I'm going to take this, right? - I indicate to the sketchbook. - I'm sooo going to make this shit happen. This was exactly what was missing.She shakes her head no, and tries to flee, but I block the door.-You're not going anywhere until you promise me you'll work with me on this.-Drew, I already have a fucking job.-Consider it a side gig then? Come onnn...just say yes! - I insist.-I'll think about it.She wasn't having it, but I would fucking live to see the day I get my hands on those jackets. -Now I'm gonna tease you about earlier. - I say as I move from the door and head back to the kitchen.-What do you mean?! - She walks close behind me-Your voice...-Pfftt...don't even start. You weren't meant to hear that. - She's embarrassed by her voice. What the fuck?!-I'm glad I did. It came back in a rush. The past I mean, when you and I used to talk about my songs and you'd find the back vocal range to perfectly match...She seems lost in thought. She remembers it too. She wasn't confident about it, about her voice. She never was, no matter how many times I'd said it that she sounded amazing. She had a full chest voice, a distinguishable 'h' that sometimes gave a little 'hiss' when she'd touch some mid-tones, kind of like an Amy Lee vibe. And yep, she could go all the way up to the high notes and still keep her voice full and intact. Not a single scratch, falsetto or rasp. I'm surprised how she never considered going into singing. I mean, I am now a professional and I can see it even clearer that she has the potential. She could nail Evanescence songs in the head...and it wasn't easy singing such material. She made it look so effortless.-The song choice though...- I add, getting her attention once again-What about it?! - She raises her eyebrow at me, already knowing what I'm thinking. -Nothing...I like it...-I pretend to shrug it off but my smile gives me away.-Oh, come onnn!!! Not everything is about us!!! - She scolds me, but I can sense her smiling too. Bingo!I laugh lightly, my voice sounding huskier than I intended to. Something shifts in her eyes but she doesn't cave.-What do we eat tonight? - She asks, more to herself than me, as she starts sorting the groceries.-I really want a fucking burger!! - I sigh defeated, helping her put everything in place. I've been eating healthy, home cooked meals ever since I put foot in this house. And to make it worse, that healthy food mostly consisted of vegetables. She said it was good for my detox and hell, I had believed my sanity in her hands so I couldn't complain about the food. -I'll make you a burger. - she says flat like it's no biggie. Oh, my poor heart. She's fucking killing me!!!-Have I ever told you I fucking love you? - I declare excited. A burger is the way to man's heart.-Maybe like a couple of times. - she winks.-You're spoiling me, sweetheart.-I'm building you healthy habits. Where's the 'spoiling' in that? - She admits genuinely.-Well, you're like always cooking, doing laundry and everything...-Would you like to start doing all that?! - She turns to me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.-Umm...I...I could help, yeah, but I wouldn't know how to do everything. How do you even do everything? We're both practically all day out, yet every time I come home, everything's ready.-It's called time management, multitasking, whatever you'd like to call that. You'll learn it when you grow up. -She wings and starts preparing the burger patty.-Ouch! Touché!-By the way...you haven't talked to me about drinking in two days.Thant makes my skin crawl. I walk behind her looking at the process of making the burger from scratch from over her shoulder, but I don't touch the drinking topic.-Are you gonna help, or just stand there behind me doing nothing? - she asks, her focus on the food.-I'm not doing nothing. I'm keeping you warm while you cook. That's doing something. - I say as I get closer and wrap my hands around her, resting my chin on her shoulder.