Anderson
An indistinct cough from the people around us finally made me realIze how long we were holding onto each other. I decided to let him go least awkwardly, a slow detachment and made the mistake of staring into his eyes.
"Did you feel that?..." He whispered deeply into my ears. Blood rushed in my system in the weirdest of all ways as I loved into his light grayish eyes under the luminous light of the studio room. Those same gray plates that looked like old blade sheets that have seen the brink of the apocalypse and prevented the end of our race, the eyes that reflected the middle of the deep night illuminated by the weakest of moonlight after a full moon.
He pulled away fully breaking the heavy eye contact as he looked around the room looking at everyone looking back at us expectantly as if they were expecting me to yell 'He said yesss'.
He cracked a loose smile looking back at me before giving a small funny bow that made his hair pour in front of his head showing the beauty of its length and lustrous hair. The deep jet black hair with few brown strands that were almost unnoticeable because of how dark his hair was matching his equally dark eyebrows.
Whipping his fair front, he revealed a little scar mark that looked very familiar. It was the scar of the first moon after the full moon which was when we were at our weakest, but it was a different approach. It had another clocked to it facing the opposite direction looking like The Aries horoscope sign, So he wss Aries.
"Well, that was a good wrap and a very heart touching hug after I heard y'all went at each other's throats the first moment y'all saw each other...which I believe is how true love starts between two egocentric men in their prime," Everyone else laughed at his statement so casually like it was the brightest of all joke when my system just turned itself inside out because I felt exposed weirdly, I hoped my face was still expressionless because my inside was far from it.
I turned to look at Hakeem and he had the same dead expression staring back at me and all he had to do was crack a one sided smile and I released a breath I wasn't aware I had been holding in. What the hell was happening to me?? why was this fucking happening to me?? This wasn't all I was told about getting my mate, I mean I did feel and smell the pheromones but That was it, this felt like I was being unfolded on the inside by a stranger who has done nothing more than sweep me off my feet and boil my once inert heart and mind both figuratively and literally. I needed air.
"Hey guys, I want to catch up on a call with Dave, Could you excuse me for a bit??," I asked but walked away regardless of anyone's reply, their reply really wasn't anything that was going to get me to stop, I needed to be away from him so I could think like me, In a very controlled manner with the help of a good weed.
"We still have to do the legal work today because we are behind on schedule, the fans have been grow increasingly impatient that we show them the new drummer that has gotten the gig," Darla called out and I stopped in my tracks and turned around the face my crew waiting for my call, That was when it occurred to me that Chris actually never came down, the self absorbed bastard.
"We could do that tomorrow. Hakeem, would you be able to pull up tomorrow by 9 so we could do all the official works and come with a lawyer so we could sign the papers before fans pull up at our doors trying to tear it down in search of you," I said and he replied with an "Aiit" and turned around to face my half little sister and I took the opportunity to save myself from another wave of loose brain chemistry making me feel anything other than nothing.
I headed out on the upstairs balcony which was the only balcony attached to the mansion and it was attached to my room and it also led to the hallway with white barred transparent glass. I sat on my favorite white chair which I used to call the chair for dawn. It was my meditating chair where I sat down at 6am and smoked weed of different species and let it relax my tense nerves that got the best of my anger most times.
I didn't like to think of myself as an always angry person who other people have to walk on eggshells around but that didn't change the fact that that was what people thought, resting back on the chair, I opened the little drawer attached to it and brought out a little bag of weed, a crusher and favorite three year old baby lighter.
Crushing the sativa and smelling the skunk already did well to calm my nerves that seemed to be all over the place all because of a certain man. I crushed harder faster, then poured a generous amount into my weed pipe and lit it before talon a good depression letting the bitter skunk taste spread all over my tongue and I swallow, it is always going to be better than nicotine.
A far click of my door broke away the therapeutic invincible massage the sativa gave me and from the scent I perceived, I knew it was Darla, besides she was the only one who could comfortably walk into my room without having me throw her away from my balcony into the well trimmed wild bush with thorns for days.
"Done making the call huh??," She said shaking my phone in my face and I took another deep puff and breathe it in intentionally letting it choke me up and making me cough for a bit before I looked at her and she stared back at me with almost a look of pity, I wasn't a big fan of pity but my veins were too loose and my head felt lighter than my body to care.
She dropped my phone on my lap and I took it and slipped it into the pocket of my shorts without saying anything.
"I'm your best friend Anderson, I don't know what you are going through but you have been acting really strange these past few days since the wedding. Do you think we shouldn't have gotten a drummer this soon??," Darla asked with a worried look. How accurate and far from it was her statement right now.
Yes, we could have gotten any drummer, but not this one.
Not this mysterious man who knows how to make me feel when I was an inert stone for a heart.
Not this man whose smile was enough to make me breathe well.
Why HIM??