|Trainwrecks and Firewater: The return of Sonny
Author: Draven Valentine PM
Sonny, Skylar, Nikki, Jilly and Lexie are back as Trainwrecks and Firewater, but what will break down first - the band or the relationship?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 16 - Words: 32,538 - Reviews: 73 - Favs: 5 - Updated: 09-25-06 - Published: 05-13-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2172809
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A/N: This chapter was co-written by my amazing friend, Nikki Manning.
"Boys, don't do that unless the camera's on!" Jilly said impatiently, whipping her hand held video recorder from her bag and pointing it in our direction.
I pulled my mouth from Skylar's and turned to face Jillian. Skylar took that as an invitation to start kissing my pale neck, the clever boy. I gave Jilly my best icy queen glare.
"Jillian, sweetie, I'm not a porn star," I smiled my faux innocent smile.
"Not anymore anyway," Nikki added with a giggle.
"Sonny, think of it as a service to the gay community," Lexie grinned.
"Oh come on! I know you use it to "service" yourself," I snorted, sitting up from Skylar's king sized bed where we were all sitting rather comfortably.
"Well don't you want to make your friends happy?" Jilly asked with a puppy dog expression.
Friends, real friends. Isn't that mind boggling? I was always popular, what with my nancy boy pin up looks and charming personality. The misfit kids hailed me as their Messiah and I willingly accepted and encouraged their worship. Wouldn't you? Sure, I was as hated as I was loved, but attention is attention and it was all I wanted.
I practically used to beg for attention. I was the prettiest boy in school, buried under make up and acidic comebacks for any comment. My reflection was my best friend.
And in my defence, I have one Hell of a reflection. With my awesome thick black hair, faux innocent eyes (they go with the faux innocent smile - it's all about accessorizing dahling) and the best pout you'll see this side of Michael Pitt, I'm definitely easy on the eye, if not the ego.
Oh yes, I was (am, whatever) a bitch with a side of bitch and a nice cold glass of bitch. I'm insecure deep down, blah blah blah. I was a bit (a big bit) of a whore, a cocky and cold emotionally little kid with no real friends.
So what changed?
Well…I did. Obviously. Duh. Well ok. Cheesy version? I fell in love with the long limbed luscious lipped Skylar. I'm still a bitch, still as gay as your dad and still a (the) nancy boy. But that's not all I am anymore - I'm the vocalist of Trainwrecks and Firewater, I'm Skylar's boyfriend of two years, I'm a best friend to Nikki, Lexie and Jilly.
I removed myself from Skylar's lap with some difficulty, deftly plucked Jilly's camera from her hands and sat down in front of Skylar's mirror to get to work. On went the straighteners, out came the make up bag and up went the Placebo.
Four hours till my senior prom and I had to look my best, because Trainwrecks and Firewater were playing. We had a name for ourselves on the local scene and I was excited to be playing. I was going to be spending the most special night of my life doing what I loved with the people I loved. And possibly doing the boy I loved, if he played his cards right.
My hair takes a while. Beauty is a long and delicate process. Why do you think Courtney Love only spends five minutes a day at the mirror? Not cuz she's a natural beauty (like me) but cuz she just doesn't get that if you want to do something (or someone) well, it takes time.
I straightened my fringe till it touched the tip of my button nose, then separated it, curtain style. It's not just for the Backstreet Boys anymore ya know. Then I helped myself to Skylar's hair gel and ran it through the back of my hair, giving it a sort of spiky, choppy kinda look. If there's anything Nikki taught me, it's that Billy Martin is a God who should be worshipped and imitated at all times. And fondled if the opportunity ever presents itself.
I ended up talking half an hour over my hair. Whatever, it was totally worth it. Next challenge: make up. Choices, choices! Do I go with the bright pink or the sultry grey? Eyeliner pencil for that smudged sexy look, or pen for a nice clean sweep of black? I'm an artist and my face is my canvas. If that makes me vain…well I am vain. You're just bitter cuz I'm prettier than you.
"Sonny, you're not the only one who needs that mirror," Skylar pointed out, his honeyed voice carrying the patience of a saint. "You look beautiful."
"I suck you off to say that!" I snapped. No one should interrupt a work in progress. "You completely neglected to tell me that I had total bed hair yesterday, how can I ever trust you?!" I wailed.
"Well at least you didn't have the orgasm face to match. Shame, really…" Skylar quipped, winking at me. We all laughed and it was such a sweet, natural sound.
Skylar scrambled over the bed and swung his long legs round either side of my waist, you know like in Ghost? Except without the clay cuz icky. I don't like getting all messy. Skylar started placing feathery kisses on my neck, slipping his hands round my waist and putting them in naughty places.
"Jilly, put the god damn camera down!" I yelled, catching a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye.
"Just one time!" She pleaded.
Before I knew it, Skylar had pulled me back onto the bed. He's much stronger than I am. Your grandmother is much stronger than I am, but that's another story. My shrieks of "my hair!" went unnoticed as a triumphant Nikki stole my place in front of the mirror.
"You look amazing, Sonny, you always do," Skylar smiled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I pouted, but didn't move to reclaim my rightful spot at the mirror. The spot I had in Skylar's arms would do.
Prom was fun! I'm not a fan of crepe paper but I am a fan of the stage and holy John-Cameron-Mitchell, we owned it! I like performing, very much. I like hearing everyone scream when I unbutton my jeans. I do that a lot anyway so to get screams out of it is always a plus.
And we sounded really good, everyone said so. I couldn't believe how easily I had slipped into the role of vocalist. Like being Skylar's boyfriend, it was just natural to me. I didn't know how to be anything else anymore, and I loved it.
You know what else I love?
Standing outside the school gym, with Skylar leaning against his car with me in his arms. He had his hands tucked into the back pockets of my very tight jeans and we were just kissing. Just kissing. No hand down the pants (not until later), no "come back to mine", no pressure. Just kissing. Well ok, I had unbuttoned Skylar's shirt. But that's all, I swear!
"I am so proud of you," Skylar smiled.
"What for? Managing to get your shirt unbuttoned without you noticing? Cuz I've done it before and…"
"No. Although I am impressed with that," he laughed. "I mean…I don't know. As a vocalist, and as a performer, you have just grown so much. Mocking you in ProTypical that night was the best thing I ever did."
"Awh," I kissed him softly, a reward for his mushiness. "I love performing. I love singing. I love you," I giggled.
"I love you too," he beamed, before getting this super sexy thoughtful look on his pretty face. "Sonny, I think it's time for us to take the next step."
"Next step? Honey, we took "the next step" pretty much right after we took the first step," I replied, confused.
"No, I mean as a band. You're graduating next week, and I just think maybe we should do what every serious band does."
"Uh…you've lost me," I shrugged.
"I think we should move to Los Angeles."
Well kids, I wasn't expecting that. Choices, choices, eh? I much prefer the ones concerned with make up though. Moving away with my boyfriend and my band, halfway across the country with no job waiting for me, without going to college…screw next step, that's the step.
And it wasn't one I was sure I wanted to take.