AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who patiently waited for another installment! Now, I know I said there would be two chapters added, but I'm having some technical difficulties! anywho, enjoy my lovelies! ;)
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"Face it kid, you're in love."
Staring blankly at the mirrored reflection of herself, Star tilted her head to the side and took in her body in the full-length mirror. She wore a tight black tube dress that went down to her knees, and clung mercilessly to her frame. The slight rueching at the waist added shape to her already curvy silhouette. Her hair fell down in loose waves around her shoulders and what lie atop her head can only be described as a raspberry beret.
She looked perfect. Wearing the minimalist of makeup, only mint flavored lip-gloss and a little mascara.
'You look perfect,' she thought to herself.
However, she could not tear her eyes away from the reflection staring back at her. From those eyes most importantly. On the outside, she looked beautiful, but her eyes couldn't hide the truth. That she was in love, head over heals in love, with her best friend. Something she would never have allowed herself to even think, let alone speak aloud. The words sounded strange and foreign coming from her mouth but she forced herself to speak the unthinkable:
"I, Star Rashida Langford, am in love with Micah Roberts."
Her heart thudded in her chest at the admission. She had said it, it was true, now what in the hell was she going to do about it? Weighing the pros and cons, she walked to her closet and pulled out her black stiletto's. Really, when it came down to it, she only had a few options. She could continue on as his friend, keep her big mouth shut and always have him in her life. Or, she could take the chance, take that gamble and tell him exactly how she felt. Of course, there was always the chance he didn't feel the same way, but there was always that chance that he did.
Star walked the short distance back over to her mirror. On the outside, she was beauty personified. However, on the inside she was a torrential storm of mixed emotions. Part of her was saying to keep quiet. It doesn't matter that you're not together; as long as you have him, you'll be okay. But another, larger part of her couldn't deny her feelings any longer. This side was screaming for her to pour out her heart and soul to the only one person who ever truly understood her. To take the chance, and risk losing him because in all honesty, she never really had him in the first place.
That realization hit Star like a ton of bricks. She looked directly into her reflection in the mirror.
"I never really had him in the first place."
She realized that even after all these years of friendship, she didn't have him. He wasn't hers, nor was she his. They were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And the only way they could ever be anything more, is if she did the scariest and most courageous thing she'd ever done in her life. She'd have to fight for him.
The thought filled Star's eyes with renewed vigour. She was going to tell him, tonight. Star grabbed the tickets off her dresser and dropped them into her clutch along with her wallet and keys.
"Look out Micah Roberts, the battle for your heart has begun, whether you know it or not!"
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Micah was in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with his hair when his phone began to beep for a missed call. Entering his password, he listened to the recorded message.
"Hey babe, it's me! I hope you have an amazing time at the concert tonight! Don't miss me too much! And call me as soon as you get home, kay? Alright, I'll talk to you later!"
Micah promptly deleted the message, and hung up. The Lindsay spell was already beginning to wear off, and it hadn't even been a week.
"Where do I find these girls?" he asked himself aloud.
Resuming the task at hand, he reasoned with himself that it wasn't that Lindsay had changed at all, it was more that his interest in her had changed. Just like last time. Hell, just like every time!
His thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the door. Hopping up and down he tried to get a full view of himself in his small bathroom mirror. Unsatisfied, he went to the door. What he saw made his jaw drop. Star looked gorgeous. Absolutely, drop dead gorgeous.
Star just grinned.
"You like?" she asked striking a pose.
"Wow, Star you look..."
Star wrapped her arms around him and breathed him in. Her heart was whispering two words, "tell him," her mind were whispering another two words, "not yet."
Micah's singing interrupted her internal battle. He started out, at first singing softly in her ear.
"She wore a raspberry beret, the kind you find at a second hand store..."
Smiling to herself, she joined in.
"A raspberry beret! If it was warm she wouldn't wear much more!"
Mikey pulled back from her to look in her eyes and continued singing.
"Raspberry beret... I think I loooooove her!"
He was grinning from ear to ear by now, and her smile matched his. In that moment, it would have been so easy to say. 'Then just say it,' her heart chided.
"I have a present for you!" he exclaimed giddy as a schoolboy, and interrupting her thoughts.
"Really? What is it? And is that what you're doing with your hair? What time is it?" came her barrage of questions.
"Whoa, one at a time! First of all, it's nearly 5:30. Plenty of time! I'm gonna go finish my hair, because as you've noticed, it's a work in progress. Your present, is on the table-"
"Ooooooh!" came her squeals of delight and she took off to find her gift.
Closing the apartment door, he joined her in the kitchen just in time to see her demolish the wrapping paper and rip open the box. And there he was. Prince, in his entire purple, frilly glory sitting atop a pile of similar recordings.
" I... I don't..."
Star was speechless. This didn't happen too often. Micah took the opportunity to peruse her body. Star always exuded effortless beauty. Barely wore makeup, and when she did, you knew it was a special occasion. Most of her clothing was from thrift stores or something vintage from one of her aunt's closets. That did not mean she lacked style. She was always her own person, marching to the beat of her own drum so to speak. And tonight she looked utterly delectable in that skin-tight black dress, fighting back tears.
"You don't have to say anything; this is my thank you for tonight."
She looked up at him though watery eyes, her fingers mindlessly tracing prince's motorcycle. She grinned, and tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Only Mikey would do something like this for her.
"Tell you what, how bout you go put one of those records on while I finish up."
Still incapable of speech, she nodded her head silently and began searching though the stack, as Micah stalked off to the bathroom. Realizing there was only one album she wanted to hear, she traipsed over to Mikey's beat up stereo and lifted the top to the record player. Carefully, she put the album in the player and dropped the needle. After a short pause, the sounds of "Let's go crazy" filled the room and she felt like she really was loosing her mind. Any resolve she had on the way over here was lost the second he'd opened the door. She had to tell him, she reasoned, just not yet. After the concert, that is when she'd tell him. She just hoped she didn't loose her nerve.
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Three hours, two wardrobe changes and a bottle of styling gel later, they were at the concert front and center. They'd missed most of the opening acts, but as long as they'd made it for the main event, Star was happy. The atmosphere was magnetic. There was an abundance of glitter and spandex, it felt like being transported back in time. The girl standing directly behind her was decked out in full 80's garb. From the stone washed tiered ruffled skirt, to the pink Lycra tank top. She even had the leg warmers and teased, feathered hair that probably took endless bottles of hair spray to achieve.
They'd seen countless reincarnations. There was Morris day, Apollonia 6, and of course, prince himself seemed to be in every row. The stadium was packed to the rafters with people who were growing more impatient by the minute. The stage was empty, save for the lonely announcer trying to rile the crowd. A bunch of people on the far left started singing "Darling Nikki." I guess as an ode to the old prince, seeing as how he doesn't perform songs like that anymore. Aaah, the good old days of the 80's, when star was barely a thought, and music was music!
The guy on stage was trying to get the crowd to chant his name, DJ so & so. The crowd responded with a muffled gurgle coming from all directions. After a few moments, it became clearer: Prince! Prince! Prince! The chant became louder, until finally the lights out, everything was completely black, and star couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. Firm hands enclosed around her waist and she jumped initially.
"Star, it's just me!" Micah yelled to her.
Star immediately relaxed into his arms and hugged him to her. The lights suddenly went up, a high-pitched scream/moan erupted over the microphone and the crowd went wild!
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Micah awoke the next morning feeling euphoric! Last night was one of the most amazing experiences of his life and of course, it was even better because he shared it with the most amazing woman in his life. The entire night his hands were itching to touch her. And when he finally did get her in his arms he didn't dare let her go.
The concert was fan-fucking-tastic! Absolutely worth the wait. He was on stage for almost 4 hours, singing all the old songs and some newer ones, like "Fury," and "Guitar." It was as if he died and went to prince heaven! And he of course, finished off the concert with his favourite song; Purple rain. He'd almost cried when he heard the opening. He was pretty sure star did cry.
It was hands down, the best night of his life.
Stretching in his bed, he heard a ruffling sound coming from his living room. He sat up, and thought about the bat he kept under his bed. That thought was pacified by the sounds of "Get off." Star came dancing into his bedroom, swaying and grinding her hips. She was wearing that t-shirt he loved, the one with the faded guitar on it, and a pair of almost too short shorts, her thighs completely exposed. She was singing along with the music, a sly grin on her face. It was all having a wondrous effect on him, and his body responded almost immediately, beginning to form a tent in the sheets.
She hadn't noticed, at least she pretended not to. She continued dancing her way over to his bed. When she began to crawl her way up the bed, he had a flash of déjà vu. However, this time instead of ripping his boxers off, as usual, she plopped herself down on the bed beside him and casually draped her legs over his.
"Top of the Mornin to ya!" she said.
Micah had that feeling again. He was itching to touch her, kiss her, fuck her... No! He had to redirect his thinking, try to concentrate on something else.
"Good morning beautiful, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
He was staring at her lips and she subconsciously licked them. Forcing himself to look away, he studied the muscles of her neck.
