Summer of 1975,
His name was prince, no literally prince. He's my best friend who I also have a crush on, it's just a shame that he doesn't like me back.
I tried everything just to distract my racing thoughts about every single mesmerising feature t...
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Two weeks later ...
Prince and I had still been hanging out a lot and gradually becoming closer. I had gone over to watch the band play multiple times, they were great; like breathe of fresh air as a pose to the typical music that is around at the moment.
The time we went swimming was probably the longest we had seen each other with barely any clothing on, it was fun I just anticipated for us to maybe show our love for one another physically. He had been very affectionate with me, he always held my hand everywhere and wasn't afraid to let everyone know that I was his.
Since I have nothing better to do today, I made my way over to Andres to watch them practice. I attempted to look a little more sexy today, maybe to entice prince or even just tease him. I applied more makeup than usual and wore a slightly revealing boob tube. I guess you could say I wanted more physical things to happen between us, maybe it'll do the trick.
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i waited after knocking as the door swung open to the view of Andres lovely mother Bernadette "oh hello Bella, I assume you're here to watch the boys. Just head down sweetie" she attempted to raise her voice over the bellowing sound of guitars, drums and vocals mixed together.
" thankyou, mrs cymone" I smiled, the vibrations shaking the house enough to send a chill through our bodies.
I made my way down the creaky wooden basement steps that lead to the practice/princes bed room, opening the door to find the guys looking already fed up with princes demeanour. As battle of the bands is approaching he was bound to be stressing out today.
"Why can you never get it right? Start again idiots " prince shouted at the others, not even noticing that I was now sat across from them on the edge of his bed. Every time I came over to watch he was always controlling and very much a perfectionist, it was either his way or the highway.
