You Belong With Me (6 page)

"But mom I was planning to stay at Ly's tonight. Her mom is sick ( a lie) and it gives me a chance to help take care of her since in a few months I'll be starting my clinicals." Her mother's face turned into a scowl.

"Oh Casey I wish you would reconsider another profession other than nursing. It's such a dirty job and you aren't the most compassionate person either." Carter interrupted Dara.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Colbert but did you say Casey is not compassionate? I must respectfully disagree with that observation. I think your daughter is the most compassionate person I have ever met. She is caring, loving, strong, and smart. I think she will be a wonderful nurse. I would only pray that if I were hospitalized for some ungodly reason, that Casey would be my nurse. It would be an honor if she took care of me." Well, that left Dara Colbert speechless.

"OK. Casey. Be home early tomorrow." When they made their way to their cars Casey grabbed Carter's arm and pulled him in towards her.

"Carter London everyday you surprise me with your words. Thank you for being such a good friend to me." She kissed his cheek and Carter found that the bottom fell out of his stomach the second her lips touched his skin. They left and made their way to Lyla's. Her parents were in the Bahamas and the guys were going to spend the night. It began to rain so the hot tub was out of the question, so they decided to sit on the living room floor and listen to music. Casey had packed some stuff for Carter to hear and convinced him to keep an open mind. They drank a few beers and Tommy and Lyla had looks in their eyes like they were going to get lost or laid. Tommy stood up after they played a few games of cards.

"Well, I'm beat. Lyla, would you like to show me where I'll be sleeping?" She smiled at him and he grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor.

"Sure Tommy, then I think I'll hit the sack too." She gave a fake as balls yawn. " Goodnight, guys." And with that the fuck marathon between Tommy and Lyla was on like Donkey Kong. Carter and Casey laughed at their obvious excusal for getting ass. Casey pulled out one CD and popped it in for Carter.

"Now Car just listen to this with an open mind and listen to the beat. This is good stuff." She put in an Al Green CD and she gave him the biggest smile. " I love Al Green! Case, you like him?"

"Oh my God Carter I love him."

"What else do you have in that magical bag of yours?" She pulled out an Earth, Wind, and Fire CD and played " Dancing In September" Carter shook his head and smacked his hands on his knees in a happy gesture.

"Holy shit Casey I love them. Come on I need more!" She was thrilled he loved the kind of music she did.

"OK this next one is a little more current but definitely R & B."

She stuck on Keith Sweat's Twisted and danced around seductively. Carter felt his cheeks stinging and a shift in his pants. His mouth was a gape and he wished with all his being that she was his. He so badly wanted to stand up, grab her face and kiss the ever loving breath out of her lungs. He wanted to run his hands down her sun kissed skin, nibble at her neck, bite her ear lobe and tell he how much he wanted her. How his need for her went beyond all reasoning. Then he imagined gently kneading her breasts and then reaching down under her skirt and massaging her fine, young ass. Then he would make his way to the front and slide his hand inside her tiny panties. He would take two fingers and coax them inside her wetness. Stroking her from the inside. He would profess his love for her and make her come against his strong fingers. Carter imagined Casey breathlessly saying his name as he played with her clit.

"Oh God Carter, please don't stop baby. It feels so good. Take me to bed and make me yours."

Casey began waving her hand in front of Carter's face to get his attention.

"Car. Earth to Car. You in there buddy? Kind of lost you for a second." Carter shook out of his daydream or nightmare if you want to call it that.

"Oh sorry. Guess I was just getting a little tired. What else you got for me?"

Casey put in the last of the ones she grabbed from her house. As soon as the music started playing she started moving her head back and forth and tapped her foot with her back to him. He laid on the floor and watched her dance. Marvin Gaye's "Got To Give It Up" was playing and it was one of Carter's all time favorites. How did she know that or did she? Maybe just a coincidence? Casey was such a free spirit, fun, playful, and sweet. He ran his hand through his overgrown hair and rose to begin dancing with her. He grabbed her hand and spun her around the room. He was a terrific dancer for a guy. His moves were smooth and effortless and he moved Casey in his arms like she was a rag doll. He grabbed both her arms and suddenly pulled her through his legs and she popped out the other side. She was so surprised but it made her laugh hysterically and she loved every minute of it. For the next hour they choreographed a routine to the song. A dance that was only for them so when they heard it, they would dance to it together. It was only theirs and they wouldn't share it with anyone. They were the best of friends and this was just the thing that the best of friends would do.

Carter snapped back from his thoughts of the past.

Carter and Casey finished their routine in Casey's kitchen as the music faded. The pancakes on the stove were now burnt to a crisp but neither one of them cared.

"Oh Car, we haven't done that in so long. That was so much fun." They were both out of breath but Carter's breathlessness wasn't from over exertion. Casey just simply took his breath away. It made him sad that she was not his. Why didn't he tell her how he felt? There was knock at the door and Carter went to answer it. When he opened the door, Tommy and Jake stood there looking like rock stars. Tommy was tall, skinny with a blonde mohawk. He had his eyebrow pierced and he wore tight black jeans and a Foo Fighters t-shirt which was ripped in a few places. Tattoos covered both arms and his knuckles were tattooed with Roman numerals on them. He never told anyone what they meant. Carter always wondered but never asked. His nails were painted black and he wore combat boots. Jake was shorter with light brown hair that was longer on top and shaved on the sides. Both ears were aligned with earrings and at the base of his neck was a tattoo of a Dragon that cascaded down his back. He had green eyes and a tiny nose. He was tan like Carter and Tommy and some freckles spread on the bridge of his nose. Both of them were lookers and Carter completed the hot package.

"Yo guys, what's up?" They all greeted each other with guy bump hugs. They carried in Carter's keyboard and his traveling file cabinet that housed all of Carter's music he played and wrote.

"Guys thanks a lot for bringing this over. I know it wouldn't fit in the cab. Casey heard talking and came out of the kitchen. Carter's eyes bugged out of his head after realizing Casey was still in her underwear. " Christ Casey, put some fucking clothes on."

"Carter London, you need to relax. These two are like brothers to me."

"Oh yea? Do you walk around the house like this when Chris is around?"

"Haha. Very funny." She blew him off and his overprotective attitude. She threw herself in Tommy's arms for a big hug.

"It's so great to see you lug nut. I missed you guys." As Casey was in Tommy's arms she faced the door and Tommy faced Carter and he began making googly eyes at him and started mouthing silently " Oh yea baby, fuck me, oh yea Casey, do me." He bit his lip and shut his eyes. Carter shook his head and gave him the middle finger knowing that Tommy was trying to get a rise out of him. The hug ended and she went to hug Jake.

"Come on in guys, I have bacon cooked but I burnt the pancakes. I can make eggs."

"No thanks Case, we have to get going and head down to Beach Bums with the rest of the equipment for tonight."

"Do you guys need me to come?" Carter asked

"Not really. It's just a few things. But I wanted to ask you if we perform "Saving Grace" from the last album if that would be ok then we can do a Dirty Heads cover."

"Sounds great man. I think two songs will be plenty. We are on vacation remember?"

"You got that right. I want to spend as much time with Chloe as I can before we go back on tour." Jake said. Chloe was Jake's girlfriend for the past two years. Jake was a long term relationship kind of guy and wasn't into the groupie thing. Never, ever. While Carter and Tommy were getting head from some random girls, Jake was back on the bus video chatting with Chloe.

"Alright then thanks for bringing over the keyboard and I'll see you guys at 6:30 for a sound check."

They hugged Casey again and headed out the door. Casey turned to Carter. " So then what are you going to do the rest of the day?"

In his mind he told her
, " Well first I'd like to take you to get a white dress and wisk you off to Vegas and make you my wife. I'd have your heart and you would have mine. I'd finally be able to taste your sweet lips that I've been longing to devour for nine years now. Then I'd make the best love to you for hours and make little musical babies that would look just like your sweet face. I'd give you the world until my dying breath."
Of course all that came out was, " Probably watch the Rays game, jerk off and take a shower. What about you?" She smacked his arm.

"Dude, your gross. Just make sure you clean up after yourself. I'm going in town to buy something for tonight. I want to wear something new for when I see Jordan tonight." Ah shit. Carter forgot all about the douche who stole the love of his life's heart. He would have to meet him tonight and pretend he didn't want to slit the bastards throat for stealing his woman. Who was he kidding. It was his own fault.

"I can't wait till you meet him, Car. He is so sweet and you would never even know he had money. He's just like us." All Carter could conjure up in his mind over and over again was
" Douche bag, douche bag, rich douche bag, I hope your ugly douche bag, you have the girl I love douche bag. Go fuck yourself douche bag.
He mustered up a fake smile and said to her, " I'm looking forward to it Case." She hugged him and made her way upstairs to the shower. Now the image of her naked and wet body in the shower was in his brain. The thoughts that he had never seen her in that capacity and that Jordan Reid had burned through his heart like fire and brimstone. He already hated him.

After Casey left to go into town, Carter did exactly what he told her he was doing. He watched the one p.m. Rays game. He headed up stairs and into the shower. He thought about how he could change Casey's mind and make her his. He had to prove to her that he wasn't the womanizing idiot she thought he was. He had to impress her and make her notice him. She always noticed him but he needed her to notice him in a different light. Make her see that he was a desperate man in love and that she was the only one for him. That she was all that mattered and she had been for all these years. All the woman he had in between were objects not of desire but ones of convenience. When he kissed them, he saw Casey's face. When he touched them, he pretended it was her body he was pressed against. When they went down on him he imagined it was her hair he weaved his hand through as he watched them suck him. But he saw and felt nothing when he fucked them because Casey was not to be fucked. She was a woman who needed tender love. Embraces, legs and bodies intertwined, soft words of love and devotion. As he stood in the shower and took his dick in his hands he saw her face and wished he was inside her instead. He needed her. Not just for sex but to love, forever.

It was almost 6:30 and Carter heard a knock at the door. When he opened it standing there in all her glory was Lyla Kenning.

"Well, hello rock star. What's shaking bacon?"

He enveloped her in a tight hug. " Ly you look great! It's so great to see you."

"Car, you look gorgeous as always. You handsome bastard." Lyla Kenning must have been five foot ten with long legs and long auburn hair. It was pulled up on both sides and she wore killer Manolo Blancs along with a pair of dark skinny jeans. She had on a strapless black sequenced top. She was a head turner but not to Carter. His beloved was upstairs getting primped to see her rich as fuck boyfriend and here he was a schlub who didn't even have a car or a place to live. The royalties were coming in from their two albums and from being on tour but they were an opening act. They still had a long way to go. He saved all he could after he paid the lawyers, the production company, his manager, and the P.R. company that took care of Luminosity. He made a few wise investments as well. He was well on his way. It would only be a matter of time.

"Where's Case?" Lyla asked.

"Upstairs. She's been up there forever. I have no idea what's she's doing."

"I'll tell you what she's doing. She's shaving her whole body down and cutting her toe nails in anticipation of Jordan Reid's arrival. Gross." He wanted to kill her for saying that but she had no idea that he loved Casey so why should she not say something like that. That's how they all spoke to one another. No holds barred. " So tell me all about the muff you guys got on tour?" Carter shook his head at her questions then they both laughed. He tried to play it off.

"You know Ly. They come and they go and then the come again. Literally." He winked at her.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. How's Tommy?" Tommy and Lyla dated all of Sophomore year but after he gave Lyla some kind of infection from cheating on her, she broke it off and things were never the same. They saw each other at functions at school and she still supported the band because Carter was such a big part of Casey's life and she needed to support her friend. She loved the band and Tommy cheating on her didn't change that. " He's good, Ly. I still worry about him but I think he's got things under control. I kept my eye on him during the tour." She was happy to hear that.

"Good Carter. I'm glad. That last rehab stint was a tough one."

"Yea, it was but now it's just a little weed here and there. No hard stuff. I'm like a hawk around him but I can't always be."