Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) (2 page)

Chapter
3

‘Although
my tongue can’t find the words, my body is screaming for you to hear me…please
hear me.’

Tanner –

    “What the fuck Lyrics? What
did I tell you about Tyler?”

     Lyrics looks at me and
says, “What are you so mad about, Tan? All I did was kiss him.” I don’t know
why I am so mad at her. Truth be told, I like Tyler. He is a nice guy, super
talented, and has never been anything but proper with Lyrics. All of the sudden,
the beast is unleashed. “You mother fucker! You were outside getting your dick
sucked by that fake ass wanna be cowgirl, doing God knows what else with her,
only to break her heart in the end…you have the nerve to make me feel like I
did something wrong with a man that has patiently waited for me to make a move
for over a year now! What the fuck, Tan?”

     I am stunned, she is right,
and I am completely wrong! I didn’t know why, but, man, I did not like seeing
her kissing him. It’s not as if I haven’t seen her kiss other guys before. I
mean, Jesus, she is gorgeous. I always knew those other guys wouldn’t last. I
mean, they were shallow and she doesn’t do shallow. If it weren’t for her, I am
sure I would be married to a shallow woman right now and we would have four
shallow kids. Lyrics took it deep with me. She made me push my belief system,
made me think beyond what I’d been told. Lyrics wrote songs that made me have
to sing them, need to sing them. I didn’t even know I had a voice until I sang
her songs. I thought my dad was going to snap my neck when I told him that I
didn’t want to play football in college. It would take up too much of my time. I
wouldn’t be able to play gigs with Lyrics and that is when I am most happy; when
she and I are creating music. I look at her and smile. I say, “I’m sorry. I
don’t know why I freaked out. Hell, you aren’t my girlfriend.”

     She sarcastically says,
“Yep, I know that.”

     I interrupt her and yell
even louder, “You aren’t my girlfriend, you are more than that. You are my best
friend. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

     Lyrics looks me in the eyes
and asks, “You or me?” Oh shit!

     As I said, she goes deep. That
question struck me in a part of my body that I haven’t felt pain in before I
don’t like this one bit! I look at her and I wonder why I never noticed the way
her eyes have so much yellow in them or the way her long sandy blonde hair
drapes around her face like a picture frame? I can’t wipe the image of her
kissing Tyler out of my head and that is really pissing me off. I grab her hand
and say, “Lyrics, please forgive me. I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy.”

     She interrupts me and sings,
“Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low.” We both laugh and
finish the song. When we get to our complex, I grab her bags and carry them to
her apartment. She grabs them out of my hand and as her hand touches mine, I
feel warmth. Not the normal warmth from her, but a fiery type of sexual warmth.
Instantly I get hard. She looks at me and says, “You okay, Tan? You look a
little pale. Did skanky bo banky already give you an STD?”

     I smirk. “Ha-ha, very
funny. I didn’t bang her you know.” Lyrics shrugs her shoulders and asks me if
I want a glass of orange juice. I plop down on her overly warn out couch and
say “Mmmmhmmm.” She gets into her pajama pants and a baggy shirt then sits down
on the couch with me. We both take a huge sip of OJ and lay back. She plugs her
phone up to the speaker and she wedges herself between my legs and gets comfy
on my chest. We have done this a thousand times before, heck even as kids, but
my body has never responded to her like this before! My mouth is dry and my
heart is pounding. Her smell is intoxicating to me. What the hell is going on? She
is my best friend.

     We were seniors in high
school and it was February 16, 2003, my eighteenth birthday. My parents had a
party for me with a bunch of kids from our class and of course, Lyrics spent
the whole time in the kitchen with my mom getting everything ready. My mom
became her mom. Mom never called her Lyrics; she always called her Dylan. While
the other girls were going to the mall and getting their make-up done, Lyrics
was helping her dad on the farm. That night, when Lyrics was bringing a tray of
food out to the party guests, Mandy Lynch, the class slut said loudly, “Oh, now
I know why he hangs around with you…you are his maid.” I knew that Lyrics could
whoop her ass but she never even batted an eye at her. I flew across the room
and told her to get her skanky herpes-having ass out of my house right now. I
looked toward the kitchen and Lyrics was staring at me with sadness in her eyes
that I would never forget. I was livid! It broke my heart to see her hurting. I
asked everybody to leave and just wanted to spend the rest of the night with
Lyrics, my best friend. That night was the first that my parents allowed us to
sleep in the same bed. She slept over often, but always in the guest room. We
wrote and sang songs until we both passed out, tangled up, completely satisfied.

     Tonight something clicked
in me and her lying here doesn’t feel so innocent to me. She smells like a
mixture of beer, cigarettes, and coconut oil…and it is so fucking sexy. I attempt
to adjust myself because it isn’t easy to hide the fact that I am rock hard
while she is lying directly on my dick! I realize that I have lost my mind so I
throw her off me and say, “I gotta go.” I cannot think of anything else to say.

     She looks at me as if I am
on fire and asks, “What? Are you okay? I thought you were staying here tonight.”

     I smile and brush the hair
away from her eyes and say, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

     Lyrics says, “Let me
guess, handkerchief top girl text you?” I forgot all about her, but it was a
great escape. I smile and leave as quickly as possible.

    This girl has been my best
friend for sixteen years, what the fuck is wrong with me? Most marriages don’t
even last eight years! What is it about Tyler that made me so damn jealous? Am
I scared that she won’t be my best friends anymore? What the hell is going on
with me? Of course, I have wondered what it would be like to be with her. I am
a guy, best friend or not, I still have a penis. I see the way men stare at her.
She is five feet ten inches with a thin but muscular build. She rarely wears
high heels because she would tower over her date, but not me, I am still taller
than she is, even when she wears heels. Her eyes are blue and, as I couldn’t
help but notice earlier, apparently have lots of yellow in them. Her skin is
soft, not pale, but not dark either…almost angelic. Seeing Tyler’s hand on her
skin made me want to punch him. I just cannot wrap my head around why it is
making me this upset.

     I get a text. Lyrics. “Hey!
You okay Tan? You were acting weird tonight.”

     I take a minute and
collect my thoughts before I reply. She is normally the one person I don’t have
to think before opening my mouth to but I don’t think I want to tell her that I
had to leave because I had an overwhelming desire to taste her begging lips and
to rip her clothes off and bury myself inside of her! Not sure that would go
over so well. I reply, “Yea, sorry…I be trippin boo” When all else fails, turn
to humor…right?

     She texts me right back,
“Want to talk about it? I can come over right now.” I smile because she is the
one that would be there for me no matter what, when, and why I need her.

      I text her back, “Thank
you, that is one of the many reasons why I love you! I am fine. Sleep well.” She
replies, “Okay, see you in the morning...ILU2”

Chapter
4

‘How
would you feel if I told you that I want to choke every girl that gets to taste
you?’

Lyrics –

     It is three a.m. and I
know Tyler is still awake. Although I am embarrassed from my girlish behavior,
I did tell him I would call. Not in the mood to talk, I decide to text him. “Tyler,
I am really sorry about earlier.”

     Tyler texts back, “Tanner looked
like he wanted to tear me up. If I was inappropriate, I apologize!”

     I laugh and reply, “No,
you were fine.”

     He texts, “Maybe Tanner
doesn’t only think of you as his best friend anymore?”

     His words strike me as if a
train just hit me square in the chest and knock the air right out of me! First,
I think Tyler is ridiculous. Tanner dates short, slutty chicks…not women like
me…hell, they aren’t even women yet! No way is that the reason he acted like
that with Tyler. Tanner is my best friend and I would never want to lose him,
which is the exact reason that I have never told him how much I want to be more
than just his best friend. I would give up the world for him. When I told him
that I wanted to move to Austin and write music, he insisted on coming with me.
I wanted to get some distance from him because it ripped my heart out every
time I saw him touch another girl. Every holiday Dad and I spent over at the
Staff’s house, I dreamed that one day he would be my husband and the family
would come to our house. The gentle way he brushes my hair out of my face sends
a shock through my stomach, which automatically slams my thighs shut. I wanted
him to be my first, but instead, he was the one I told first when it happened. How
weird is that?

     My phone gets a text. Tyler.
“Hello? Did you fall asleep?”

     I forgot all about Tyler. I
text back, “Yep, sorry, dozed off. Talk to you tomorrow.” He texts back a
smiley face but probably wanted to text a middle finger, which I wouldn’t blame
him for!

     I think about this one
amazing summer night Tanner and I spent together, it was June 29, my seventeenth
birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Staff made dinner for me at their house. Mrs. Staff made
my favorite dish, corned beef and cabbage. She was an amazing cook, well, an all-around
amazing woman! Dad gave me a gift wrapped in a small box with his best effort
at making a bow. It was actually very sweet. I opened it up and it was the broach
that he had given my mother after they shared their first kiss. He told the
story and everybody was enthralled. He always looked sad when speaking of my
mom. I was only eight when she passed away but I remember how sad he was. Under
the table, I felt a kick. I looked at Tanner and he nudged his head and dragged
his eyes for me to go outside. He looks at the broach and signals for me to
bring it with me. I get up from the table and ask to be excused. Tanner follows
me outside. I say, “What’s wrong? Were you bored in there or what?”

     He smiled and said, “Heck
no, I love hearing about your Mom. I just wish I could have met her.”

     I say, “Me too. She would
have loved you. So why did you want to come out here?”

      Tanner got real fidgety
and took my hand, removed the broach from the box. “Um, well, as your dad was
your mom’s first kiss…I would like to be yours. You haven’t kissed anybody,
right?” I shook my head no. I was so nervous I could barely move. Tanner took my
hand and looked me in the eye before saying, “I just want to make sure your
first kiss is special and with somebody that cares about you.” He moved in
slowly and pressed his lips against mine. He took my bottom lip in his mouth,
and when my lips parted, his tongue went in my mouth. He pulled away quickly. I
was in a trance-like state. In such a loving, romantic way, he pinned the broach
on my shirt. He leaned in, kissed my cheek, and whispered to me that he wished
that I had been his first kiss too. What he doesn’t know is that I had
fantasized about that kiss for four years and it was more than my imagination
ever dreamed it would be. Urgh, and now it has been twelve years since, and I
am still fantasizing about him.

     I try to lie down but the tossing
and turning is driving me insane. I pick up my notepad and start writing. This
is why he calls me Lyrics, because everything I feel comes out in the form of
song lyrics. I have many songs written about him and he sings them but doesn’t
know they are indeed about him. This one will be undeniable. I write at the top,
My Tanner. Then I cross it out as if I am in seventh grade.

♫
‘What
if I told you that not a day goes by without you running through my head at
least one thousand times?

What if
you knew you are who I think about when another’s lips are on my body?

How
would you feel if I told you that I want to choke every girl that gets to taste
you?

Chorus
- What if I told you that…

Labels
like shrapnel rip my insides to pieces

In my
head, it’s you and I forever

On my
heart, you’re tattooed there so deeply

Although
my tongue can’t find the words, my body is screaming for you to hear me…please
hear me. (end of chorus)

They
say friendships are ruined by romance but I say it gets enhanced.

People
don’t know a love like ours; it is unique in its entirety.

Do I risk
it? Yes I do! Is he worth it? Yes he is!

-Chorus-
♫

     I look at the clock and it
is six a.m. Holy crap, I gotta get some sleep. Out of my dead sleep, I jump out
of my skin, open my eyes, and see Tanner sitting up in my chair reading my songbook.
It’s ten a.m. My heart fucking stops. He is staring at it. I clear my throat
and say, “Good morning. Super glad I gave you a key.” Tanner doesn’t make a
sound. He puts the book down and is visibly nervous. He is stroking his hair
and sliding his hand up and down his knee. He looks at me then looks away. I
say, “What’s wrong?” Praying that either he didn’t read my song from last night
or read it and feels the same way.

      He looks at me with his beautifully
golden eyes and asks, “Dylan, how long have you felt this way?”

     I shit my pants! “What are
you…”

     He interrupts me and quietly
says, “Just answer the question, Lyrics, please.” I don’t know why but I become
teary eyed. His stare doesn’t waiver. He begs, “Please just answer me. Please.”

     I look him directly in his
eyes and blurt out, “Since the day after I moved next door to you sixteen years
ago!” Tanner stands up and then sits back down. He is speechless. I try to
lighten the air or maybe backtrack by saying, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the
same way, Tanner. We will always be best friends.”

     Tanner shakes his head and
says in a desperate tone, “I don’t want to lose you, Lyrics. You are everything
to me. I mean, I can’t lose you.” Tanner walks over to my bed and kneels down
beside it. He pushes my hair from my face and looks me straight in the eyes. “Are
you sure you want to do this? This will change everything.” I nod my head yes. He
places his hands on either side of my face. He looks down and then back into my
eyes. “Are you sure?” Our breaths join in unison and I pull him toward my mouth.
As our lips connect, his soft but strong kiss parts my lips and he takes full
control of my mouth with his tongue. I can’t stop little moans from escaping my
throat, and with each one, he is getting more desperate. Without removing my
lips from his, with sixteen years of desire pent up inside of me, I lean up onto
my knees and raise my hands in the air for him to take my top off. I fell
asleep with my bra on so he gives me a grin and slowly unsnaps it. His eyes
grow wild and his dimples get deep when my breasts are set free. He kisses down
my chest and teases my nipple with his tongue. He lets out a growl when he
takes my hard nipple into his mouth, which sends my pussy into a chaotic frenzy!
He slides his t-shirt off with one hand and his rippled stomach and chiseled
chest are skin to skin with mine. This feels right. He feels right. I have seen
his chest and stomach a million times but never like this, never in this way. I
can’t stop touching him. He is hard and smooth and although I have only been
with three men, none of them felt like this, none of them made me feel this way.
He glides his finger over my panties, which have to be soaking at this point. He
looks at me for a reaction, as if I am going to tell him to stop. I smile and
he smiles. He presses my legs open and begins kissing my inner thigh while
sliding a finger between my panties and my very wet slit. I can’t help but
grind on his finger. I grab the back of his head and squeeze his hair. He moans
and spreads me open with his wet tongue. Lapping my pussy and sucking up my
juices as if he has been thirsting for it for years. He stops and asks if I am
okay. I groan and nod. He says in a low tone, “You taste so fucking good.”

    I can’t hold back any
longer. My lower stomach gets tight, chills shoot through my entire body, and I
say, “Tanner, oh God.”

    He stops and I hear an
uncontrolled ecstasy like noise escape from him. He says, “Say it again.”

    I say, “Tanner, please
don’t stop.” His eyes close and I see the need in him. He finds my spot and is
relentlessly sucking and pulling on my clit. I grab his head and cannot hold
out any longer, F.U.C.K! The biggest orgasm I have had…ever! He slides up me
and takes control of my mouth once again. I want to taste him. I need to taste
him. I lay him down and I can hear his breath shortening, hell, my breath is
shortening. The size of his large cock takes me aback. All these years and I
never saw this part of him, not even on accidentally purpose! I clasp my
fingers around his shaft, which is quite thick, and ease the head into my mouth.
When his pre-cum drips onto my lips it sparks an animalistic reaction in me
that I have never experienced before. I can’t get him in my mouth fast enough. As
I take him deeper and deeper, he grows harder. I want to make him feel the way he
made me feel.

     He pulls me off him, flips
me over, and says, “I need to be inside of you, right now.” I reach in my
dresser drawer and hand him a condom. He looks at it, then at me as if he is
shocked that I have condoms. A smile fills his face and his dimples are sexier
than ever before. I can’t believe we are actually doing this after all these
years. I don’t even feel weird about it, I almost expected it would have
happened before now, I guess. When he tears the wrapper open, it gets very real,
very quickly, for both of us! My heart seizes, or at least that’s how it feels.
He looks at me with something in his eyes that I’ve never seen before and
whispers, “I love you, Lyrics.” His words wash over me like a milk bath.

    The words I’ve been longing
to say to him come out of my mouth without a second thought, “I love you too,
Tanner.” His lips connect with mine and in one forward motion our relationship forever
and completely changes!