heaven ☆ mick mars

9.

i felt myself feeling the urge to skip childishly as i ran across the road opposite the hotel towards a small clothes shop. we'd all agreed to spend a day in the pool before the show tonight, i hadn't really bought anything with me except a few clothes, underwear, toothbrush and other essentials, so i didn't have any swimwear.

i opened the door, the sound of a little bell ringing softly through the shop. wandering in i gazed at the clothes hanging upon rails, fascinated by the 80s style. not quite sure why i was fascinated, guess it was just obscure. i swear i was born in the wrong decade.

i reached the swimwear section and decided on a long sleeved, black crop top piece made from bikini material, with matching bottoms. i chose this instead of a normal bikini because a) i didn't really have anything to be confident about and b) i don't want the bruises to show.

after paying the money, i excitedly left the shop.

i ran back and saw the boys already sat on the deck chairs, cheering as they saw me running along the poolside to the changing rooms. i laughed and rolled my eyes as this caused me attract a lot of attention.

"SHE'S GOT THE LOOKS THAT KILL!" i heard tommy shout followed by a mick comment, "dude shutup."

i slipped on the bikini top and bottoms before exiting the changing rooms with hesitation, uncomfortable with my body despite the bruises.

the boys were too busy laughing about god knows what to notice me leaving the changing rooms, but it was mick to notice first. his jaw dropped a little bit, his shades not able to hide his raised eyebrows. i smiled at him before he turned away and folded his arms almost pretending that he hadn't looked, but couldn't cover the small smile on his face.

next to notice was vince, who dropped his plastic cup on the floor, quickly leaping up from his chair to stop it from rolling into the pool.

next was tommy, who simply had a shocked expression as he pulled his sunglasses off his face.

"jesus drummer could you gawk at her for any longer?" mick asked looking angry.

"gawk at what?" nikki asked before his eyes landed on me. he too jumped up from his seat, snatching the towel from vince's chair and running up to me. "quick, lillian, cover up!"

"what, why?"

"cause i don't want any of these ASSHOLES hitting on you!!"

i rolled my eyes, grabbing the towel from him and wrapping it round my shoulders. i sat in the chair next to mick with the table under the umbrella.

"no please, take the towel off-" vince began before my brother slapped his arm.

tommy laid back in his chair, his arms folded with a smirk across his face. "come to think of it lill, what did you and mr mars get up to last night?" i gave him a death glare as my cheeks flushed pink.

"i-well, nothing." i stuttered, hoping the conversation would change.

"nothing at all?"

"that's right drummer, shocking right? a girl in a room with a boy and they didn't fuck." mick said casually, as if he was completely chill about the situation.

vince shook his head as he too laid back in his chair. "okay so not only do we have one alien, we now have two. honestly, i don't understand how you guys function. i think you need to chill out."

i think i could function pretty well if i woke up in mick's arms every morning. but i don't say it.

"lillian, are you a virgin?"

"tommy would you politely shut the fuck up?" nikki snapped. "i mean, forward question much."

"no, i'm not. i just don't have sex with everything that moves."

the drummer looked at me with his jaw open, completely shocked. "i just don't get it, not having sex is like...not breathing. you need to do it or you just...well you just die?"

i rolled my eyes for the 700th time since i'd met these idiots. "god you're such a dumbass..." i mumbled.

"i am not a dumbass." he replied, now sitting up in his chair.

i shrugged. "you're dumb. you're an ass. dumbass!" mick snickered beside me while tommy scoffed.

"so, are we going in the water or what?" vince asked.

before you know it, tommy was cannon balling into the pool, splashing little kids with water.