Temptress

Chapter 3

 To Sinisterdays for heaps of support. 

Rain hammered down against the glass windows of the hotel room. The balcony was a water park, and an uninviting one. Ned and Maggie stuck to the bed, as they had been all morning in each other’s arms watching the boring segments that came alive on the television. Not usually being one to have sick days Ned had used two to stay in this three star hotel. Her hairs a mess, I love bed hair, he thought, admiring Maggie. Last night was the first night they had formally eloped. Maggie hadn’t bothered to call in sick for her fashion classes she just simply didn’t show up.

“You want a joint?” Maggie asked, looking into Ned’s eyes, as she ran her fingers along his stomach. 

“No, I’m good thanks,” Ned said. He had nothing against recreational drugs he just didn’t partake.

Ned watched Maggie roll out of bed for the first time in hours, and rifle through her handbag until she found an already rolled joint. She lit it up, and collapsed back into bed staring up at the sealing as she smoked into heaven.

“So, you didn’t tell them you weren’t coming in?” Ned asked.

“No,” she said, not caring one bit.

He ran his hand through her hair, as she lay naked on the bed. “I wish we could stay here for ever,” 

Maggie looked at Ned now staring into the ceiling above. She wondered if he was getting high off the second hand smoke, is that possible? She asked herself, receiving no reply.

“Me to,” Maggie smiled.  

The two were losing touch of everything that they had been part of before meeting each other. Ned rarely saw his friends, stopped giving a shit about work, and hardly ever went online anymore unless it was to talk to Maggie. She barely went to her classes, stopped socializing, and had put a hold on writing any more music. But they didn’t seem to notice; all that mattered was that they were here now enjoying the company both presented. Filling their precious time with listening to music, talking, and now making love entered to the list of things to do.

Things were perfect but it was taking a toll on the two’s advancement in the world. Everything was different now they were becoming the outsiders.

Maggie’s phone beeped indicating a text message had arrived. She forced herself to the bedside table, and quickly read it before slumping back down to the comfort of the bed.

“Who was it?” Ned asked, trying not to sound too nosy.

Maggie didn’t look at him as she answered, “Just my friend, I was suppose to go to band practice today I don’t want to leave though.”

“Okay, so you haven’t told me much about this band of yours I want to know more,” he looked at her curiously.

“We started it in high school, it’s me on the vocals, Emma on the drums, Jarrod on the lead guitar, and Andy on the bass.” She explained.

“Nice, what’s it called?” Ned continued, with his playful interrogation.

“Scarcely Clad,” Maggie responded, kissing him on the chest.

“Scarcely Clad?”

“Yes, that’s how we play,” Maggie said, teasing.

“What?” Ned said, sitting up in shock.

“I’m kidding.” 

“Oh, I knew you were. So is Scarcely Clad any good?” Ned asked, smirking.

“I guess, we have an EP coming out soon, and we’ve got a song that plays on some ad on television.” Maggie said, not giving away anymore details, as she put her joint out and rolled back by his side cuddling into Ned’s warm body.

Ned didn’t look down at her head, which was level with his chest. He felt undeserving now that he knew she had more going for her, than he had originally thought, what the hell is she doing here then? He pushed the thought aside, but not completely out of his head and enjoyed the pleasant moment they were sharing.