Jem…Chapter 137

*Summer…………………

I roll over and I wake up and it’s started…ow…and just fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate this, I hate it because I’m like out of control sometimes like this.

I can smell things cooking and that’s actually becoming more and more a thing here ever since Hannah has moved in and she’s been like this little explosion in my life actually and I think it might actually be a good thing.

I can smell something that is spicy and it’s tomatoish?

I don’t know I just eat and not really cook.

I sit up and I look around at the bedroom. It’s a loft we’re sharing and it’s really kind of a shithole and kind of not. It’s an old industrial building and this was sort of the warehouse part of it and Adam’s family owns it or some shit but we’re using it and it’s basically the old offices are bedrooms here upstairs and they converted the washrooms to bathrooms and the downstairs is like one big common area that has the kitchen being the old break room and the rest we sort of have divided between the living room/wreck room and the band/stage area.

And that’s changed… Starlight Butterfly’s been really hitting heavy game lately and as much as I hate that and I really don’t like Rayne taking off again and stuff without me and catching up to us…and yeah passing us.

That Angel…Jem she knows her stuff.

So since we have the place and I don’t think that Adam’s going to give a shit what we do here I took some of the cash and bought a whole bunch of stuff that’s for carpentry and lumber and stuff and we have a sound wall now and that’s just metal building trusses those aluminum ones and dry wall but the sound proofing was done by Gary who like filled it with pop cans that had these slits cut in them and they were hot glued to the inside of the drywall and it like absorbs vibrations and stuff?

I don’t know Muzz and Gary both like were all geeked out for days doing this and doing sound checks and stuff and Hanners was into it too and being their gofer.

Yeah we call Hannah that now. Dee saw it in some webcomic she reads and that just became Hanna’s new handle and I even got her some stuff online like Etsy junk and tee-shirts from Questionable content…and some myself too.

The comic is actually okay and I do like the shirts, they’re better than some of the too cutesy shit in the mall.

We made it into a stage with studio sort of and we build a stage with 2X12’s and plywood and then that rolled flooring and it’s really basic but it has this mental effect of being on stage and stuff. And the thing has all the power outlets that we needed for stage and then there’s a table set up in front of us for like shooting stuff and Hanners is working with Dee in actually working at getting us online.

And we’re doing the weekly dance at the school on Saturdays now and Adam had done something to smooth things out with Charlie at Lucky’s and we’re doing a Friday night show there now and I landed us a gig for Thursday nights down at Dominoes.

It’s actually the pizza place but it’s an old A&W drive in that’s been refurbished and it’s down on the lower east side and that’s like the old part of town down close to the waterfront but that’s also by the highway too and the place is a solid hit now with the locals because they still have the drive in but the whole center part is where they can get out and dance and the servers keep to the parking lot and all that or use that during the day but after seven until midnight he wants a live band there playing and he’s got a lot of local little shit small garage bands playing and stuff but he jumped at getting us.

It’s an even hundred bucks for the night and he will let us have a twelve inch each or a coupon for one each and that’s cool by me.

It’s work and it’s exposure.

And I like had to tell Adam and he was actually okay with it so that might be okay.

I roll out of bed and smile a little still feeling the warm and fuzzies of having several really good orgasms last night with Hannah and we’re getting like more and more in synch with each other.

She’s a bottom which I really like and she’s such a champ too, she’s really learning her way around my pussy and she’s got these nimble little fingers and tongue and she loves it when I get the toys out and she’s really receptive.

And she has the cutest and most sensitive little breasts…I actually kind of adore them a whole lot.

But she’s a no go with her chick-stick…she’ll be okay with me giving her a blow job but I kinda have to be careful and role-play it up some, sometimes and she’s got a lot of serious dysphoria stuff going on.

But yeah we’re getting a balance and the sex is actually pretty good.

I head to the bathroom and take my pack of smokes with me and take a couple of Midol and I run a bath and I have do the dirty deeds and have a joint and a smoke and then I take a bath and a soak and I’m running stuff through my head like about the Dominoes show and then there’s some stuff that Adam’s going to want to do later he said at Blackjack’s which might mean working in the studio as he wants us to do some recording of covers or it could mean he wants me for sex too or both.

Well if he wants sex with me on the rag he’s all like welcome to the bloody dick he’ll get.

Yeah…I’m not going to worry about Adam…he’s easy to deal with and shit you just gotta realize that you’re not riding him or sucking his dick at all you’re riding and sucking his ego.

That dude stopped getting off on sex a long time ago if like ever. He gets off on like power trips and games.

And he can do like whatever he wants because like I said before if push comes to shove with him I’ll just effing leave.

I’m legal age and stuff so I’d just grab some stuff and a guitar and hitch my ass to someplace that’s a lot of dudes with cash like the oil-patch and I’d play guitar and fuck around literally for a while until I had another cushion and another place to like start over.

Invisible is easy when you grew up like that.

Nicely mellow and buzzed and feeling better I head down stairs after tossing on some clothes and the smell is stronger now and it’s pretty good. Hannah’s a good little cook and it comes I guess from her family who I think had a restaurant and stuff but her also working as a spare in kitchens as she was living on the streets.

I see her there just outside the kitchen with Tara who’s braiding her hair and it’s not those like simple braids either but almost like those really tight braids and Hannah’s got five rows of them on either side of her hair and it’s like three in front of her ears and two in back and it looks kinda punk and kind of cool too.

Tara’s and Dee are actually pretty good at that stuff and so is Hannah me I like my hair as it is pretty much right now it’s long and thick and blonde and I’m like known for it as much as I am for my tits and my lips.

I sneak over while Tara has Hannah’s head back and I lean over and I give her a long over and over kiss. “You look kind of hawt.”

She grins after the kiss. “Thanks, I love shit like this but on the street and stuff it’s harder to maintain.”

I nod. “You smell great and so does the food.”

She rubs my side and she kisses me again. “Flatterer, but thanks. I’m making shrimp stew.”

“Shrimp stew?” I’m not usually a fan of seafood.

She nods. “It’s like my take on a gumbo but I’d never like call it a gumbo.”

“Why not?”

Hannah just gives me this look like someone who’s into good food or like in the business does. “Because it’s not Gumbo, I didn’t make a really good roux and I don’t have sassafras and the right sausage.”

I look at her and blink. “Yeah…okay, it still smells kickass and you should call it whatever you want.”

Tara’s like. “It’s a total mystery to me how she can like cook this stuff being as young as she is and shit. Like serious Hanners that’s serious nomage.”

She’s blushing and smiling and even laughing. “You can’t run a rock band on frozen dinners and frozen pizzas and take out.”

She gets up and she heads to the kitchen and I wrap my arms around her and walk/waddle follow and nuzzle her neck and press my aching breasts into her back. “Mmm…you’re awesome y’know way better than a heating pad.”

She looks back at me and turns in my arms when we’re behind the kitchen island thing and she looks at me. “That time?”

I nod. “Yeah…” Then I look at her again but in the eyes. “You okay with that? It’s not going to be a thing with your triggers and stuff.”

She shakes her head. “No, as much as I would like trade places with you in a heartbeat it’s you going through it babe.” She kisses me and it’s really sweet too and I gotta say I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend that was this good to me about this…usually it was gross or meh…Even Rayne was not like girlfriend supportive on those days instead she was like almost grossed out by it all.

Heck I’m grossed out by it a lot too.

But Hannah’s kissing me and she did this thing where she held a dishtowel to the side of the pot and then she has it pressed to my stomach and it feel s’good.

S’good is like when you’re too relaxed to say so good.

She breaks the kiss. “Munchies yet?”

I tilt my hand back and forth in that so-so way.

She smiles. “Chocolate?”

“Oh fuck yes.”

She grins at me and she takes out some stuff from the cupboards and the freezer and I’m watching her and she plugs in the George Foreman grill. Hanners uses that as a Panini press half the time and she starts to take bread and she has block chocolate and Nutella and something else in a jar?

“What’s that?”

“Speculoos, it’s cookie butter.”

I’ve never heard of it and I’m staring at her as she does cookie butter on one slice and then Nutella on the other and then she cuts or like shaves off chunk chocolate from the block she has and then puts it on the sandwich and she closes it together and she butters the outsides of the bread and then puts it on the Foreman grill.

It’s like the ultimate on your period sandwich… salted butter and real butter making the toast all fried toasty and then there’s the cookie stuff and the chunks are melty and then there’s the other creamy chocolate and hazelnut and…

And she gives it to me on a plate with two slices of microwaved bacon and a small handful of potato chips and I’m almost wanting to…cry? Hug her? I’m just swimming in the damned period feels and there’s been literally no one who’s done this for me.

Ever.

I kiss her a lot with cookie stuff still in my mouth and chocolate stuff and she kisses me back and we do that really almost way too much and Muzz comes through weaving and swaying like he’s blitzed again and he stops sways and readjusts with the skill of lots of practice and he looks at us.

“Oh…it’s that time.”

Then he grins. “Bloody Hell.”

I give him the finger and kiss Hannah again and I grin when he opens the fridge and he sees this Tupperware container that has his gross pepperoni sticks and other things in it like that labeled in black marker. Muzzles sausage fest.

He looks at Hanners and he takes one of them out and he waggles it at her. “Cheeky missy.” He grabs a beer from the cupboard…oh right it’s that dark stuff and you don’t fridge it I guess.

He heads away weaving and singing something unintelligible that sounds like it’s from over there like maybe Welsh or something? I don’t know it’s from over there someplace I never really paid that much attention to him when he started spouting off on things like pasties and how custard isn’t just a pudding but it’s an actual flavor or something.

Hannah checks on her stuff and I see shrimp in the sink thawing out and she’s stirring the stuff in the pot and I can see tomatoes and chili seeds and stuff and the smell is really burny but in a good way.

“The shrimp go in last?”

She nods. “Yeah, that way they won’t over cook but the chicken legs can cook right until they fall off the bone and the sausage will go back it just before the shrimp so the bits don’t fall apart.”

I nod and kiss her again. “That was the first and the best period food that I have ever had.”

She nods. “I was actually planning on it.”

“You planned it?”

She kisses me again. “Yeah well we’re together and it was going to happen so what kind of a girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t like prepared for it?”

“Uhm like pretty much all of them.”

She kisses me and she looks at me. “Well I’m not like the rest of them or any of them Summer.”

I nuzzle with hr and she does it back and says. “That needs to simmer for a while longer and I wrote something new so you feel like checking it out and us jamming some?”

I brighten. “Sure, that actually sounds good.”

We head to the stage room and we sit in the folding steel chairs there and she takes out lyrics and sheet music and we do the run throughs of it first getting the sound in her head out there and into like the world and it’s good I like it there’s a sort of like this Alanis Morrisette sound and vibe to it and I get a headful of the lyrics and I start to sing.

*Edge of My Seat.* By Kisses and Thorns.

You stop me…suddenly.
Like a red light.
You smashed through the grey days.
That was my life….

You’re kinda scary…
You’re kinda thrilling…

I feel so silly…when I’m with you.
And I feel unbalanced…in the best of ways!
You keep me guessing…
You keep me hoping…

(Chorus) You’re like a rock and roll mosh pit!
You keep bouncing my feels!
You’re like a good horror movie!
I’m so scared to breathe.
You’re like that closed eyed first kiss…
Clumsy but true.
You make me hang on…
Oh you make me hang on!
To the edge of my seat.

I honestly feel.
You’ve changed up my life.
There’s nothing stranger.
Then feeling something’s right.
I’ve learned to be scared…
I’m so mistrustful…

(Chorus)

You’re kind of scary…
You’re kind of thrilling…

(Chorus)

I stop and I’m looking at Hannah and I’m happy and sad at the same time. “That I’m so mistrustful line?”

Hannah looks at me and she shrugs. “It’s true I’m kind of like that you’re kind of like that too.”

“Me?”

She looks at me. “Yeah you, you’re all fucked up and broken too Summer, everyone here is.”

(Sniffle.)… fucking hormones. (Sniffle.) “Okay that’s true.”

Hannah looks at me. “And it works good as a song point, people will identify with that too because we’re like all a little damaged and fucked up right?”

I sigh and nod. “Yeah you’re right, you want to do another run through?”

She nods but goes to stir her pot and she comes back with the guys and they take some time to learn it and Muzz is really buzzed and he kind of does that really out of it zone out of it stare at the sheet for a few minutes and then Gary starts with the drums and Muzz starts playing like it’s an autonomic reflex.

Yeah there really are people who are like Keith Richards out there.

We play it through three times and we get better and better at it and now we’re in the mood to play for a while since we’re into that feeling and we do. *Patience* By Guns and Roses and then we do *Only happy when it Rains.*

And by that time we’re like all done and Adam’s there and he’s sitting and smoking with his dude Justin and he’s looking at us through a camera and a laptop.

We stop and I look at him. “No…go ahead please just come in.”

He takes a drag and he looks bored. “You didn’t answer my phone calls and you didn’t see the e-mails for you to come to the studio so I came here.”

Justin looks at me like he wants me…well he’s not Adam. Fucker’s eyeing the other girls too.

I look at him. “Tomorrow then?”

“No we can do it now.”

“We were going to eat.”

“I’ll get a pizza, we’re doing your promo posters and I want you to do some voice shots.”

I look at him. “What the hell is a voice shot?”

“It’s like a blurb a sort of endorsement commercial.”

“For what?”

“For a couple of stations that are going to play K & T songs.”

“Oh…”

“Oh and we need posters to go with some of them and for the website and the band logo.”

“Okay…” I look at the guys and they’re nodding and I look at Hannah.

She nods. “The shrimp will keep in the fridge it’s still frozen and the rest can develop flavor it’s not a big deal.”

Adam says. “It smelled great actually.”

She glares at him. “I wasn’t cooking for you.”

He stares at her and she stares at him and she has that look like a street kid has that has really little to lose.

Adam says. “I’ll pay your three hundred dollars to dye your hair pink.”

WTF no fucking way, he’d find out and…and well he’d fucking kill her.

Hannah laughs at him. “I heard what happened backstage at Lucky’s and let me to be the second woman that told you this….NO…”

Adam actually looks pleased or amused but his boy doesn’t and I step in front of the whole thing.

“Can we just do this, you hired a bunch of people I’m assuming Adam and that’s costing money.”

He nods and he gets up and Justin follows him and he’s giving us the dirty looks and he points to Hannah. “She can stay the fuck here because she’s not part of the band.”

I look at him. “It’s my fucking band and I’m the sole fucking say so.”

Adam turns. “Well actually you’re my band under my label and studio and Hannah isn’t under contract."

He is looking at Hannah and they’re staring at each other again. She sighs and says. “Fine I’ll sign on…”

She’s looking at me with this look I’m look that I’m not sure I get or like but it’s weird…and I feel weird like I’m sort of disappointed that she’s joining the band.

Adam and Justin look more than pleased though as they leave ahead of us.