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Inspirations	By : GentooNiXGeek Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > cKy Views: 1556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Chad I Ginsburg or any other persons named in this story. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was about six-thirty when she finally got ready. Emily wasn't one for getting all dressed up. Why would she? Seriously? It was just a rock star and she was living in his old...apartment... Okay that is kind of creepy, but nevertheless.

Going over to her stereo she put in a mixed disc and pushed play. The first song that played was Plastic Plan from cKy. Singing along to the lyrics, Emily put on her new 'GG Allin' shirt and her skate jeans that she hadn't worn since high school. Threading one of her black belts through the loops, her phone rang.

“Hello?” Emily said as she slipped a black studded belt below her waist.

“Want me to bring anything to drink?” Chad said on the other line.

“Whiskey and vodka, but get Absolut or Finlandia. I can't drink anything else.” Chad smiled on the other side.

“My type of girl.” Laughing, Emily hung up the phone and finished getting ready.

Rushing, she laced up her Adios, slipped them on, and ran for the bathroom so she could brush her hair and teeth. When Ems reemerged Timbaland was now playing through her speakers and she couldn't help but laugh at herself as she changed the track and Children of Bodom played.

At about seven-fifteen, there was someone knocking on her door. Opening it, all Emily could do was stand there and stare. Talking to him on the phone and computer didn't phase her and now that he was here, she didn't know what the fuck to do.

“Are you going to invite me in?” Startled, Emily smiled.

“That's not very CIG of you to ask to come in.” Pushing past her, he walked into the small kitchen and sat the bag down on the counter. Reaching up in the cabinet, Emily pulled out two shot glasses and two tumblers.

“I like your shirt.” Chad said to her almost laughing.

“I like it too. It's comfy.” Starting to get nervous she poured their drinks and they sat down in the small living room.

“I'd figure I would order something for dinner. I didn't feel like cooking.”

“So what did you do for the past six hours?”

“I went back to sleep until a half an hour ago.” Rudy + Blitz now played form the stereo.

“Fucking fan girl.” Chad said smiling.

“Fuck you.” Emily smiled and started to drink.

“So what did you want to eat?”

Chad watched her not even thinking what he wanted to eat, he wasn't even hungry. Watching her sip from the cup, he wanted to reach other and touch her hair. Chad could tell that there wasn't any product in it like normal girls her age. Emily never even wore make up, maybe once in a great while a hint of black eye liner, but that was it.

'Bet you every word out of her mouth is fuck.' Chad thought before Emily shook him loose of his trance.

“Chad? Chad?! CHAD!”

“What?”

“Are you hungry?”

“No.” Emily got back up and refilled her tumbler with now half vodka and half juice.

“You are going to get shit faced if you keep drinking like that.”

“I know. Plus, I'm tweaking out. I had a line before you came over.”

Being right here was kind of odd for the rock star. Usually he had sixteen year old girly girls all over him, but Emily was different. You could tell that her hair had been dyed many different colours, by the way her roots were growing in and the six different shades of black and purple that were still left. She wore mens jeans and what Chad could get from her GG Allin shirt, Emily had a great taste in music. Not to mention the sweet sounds that came from her stereo when a track on the CD changed. Another thing that made Chad smile was the fact that she was opened. Who else would of told someone she just met, let alone her 'idol', tell you that she just did a line of coke? The clicking of the stereo meant that the CD was changing and now The Plasmatics could be heard.

“You like them?” Emily nodded her head.

“Yes.” He could hear her words start to slur a bit.

The uncomfortable silence between then was deafening. Emily wanted to touch him and Chad wanted to touch her. It was almost like a sexual tension that needed to be broken.

“What do you want to do?” He asked.

“Heh, want to watch a movie?” Emily lit a cigarette and smiled at Chad.

“What are you writing now? Well, besides the novelette that I have been reading.” Getting up to make himself another drink, Chad knew that this might be a long night.

“Nothing. I was thinking about writing something different besides Chad OFC.” He came back to the couch and sat terribly too close to her.

“Like what?” Chad's ears perked up as soon as he heard his voice. Chad's in Hi-Fi was now playing and Emily was singing to it.

“Like a song fic to this song.”

Chad wasn't interested in hearing about her writing. Sure he loved it, but he didn't want any spoilers. Looking around he spotted an Ibanez sitting in a corner behind her desk. Walking over, he picked it up and handed it to her.

“Play for me.” All Emily could do was just glare at him.

“What?”

“Play for me.” Putting her drink down on the table she plugged in her amp and pulled a pick out of her pocket.

“I'm no CIG, mind you.”

'Yeah, she's a fan girl. A wonderful beautiful fan girl.' Chad thought to his self.

Within seconds, the stereo was off and Emily was playing and singing Plastic Plan. After she had finished, The Human Drive in Hi-Fi started to play.

“Is that all you know how to play?”

“What?”

“cKy.”

“No. Get me another drink and I'll play more.” Reaching over her for the cup Chad's arm brushed over her breasts.

“Sorry.”

“Don't be.”

Looking into each others eyes, Emily noticed that Chad isn't all that big of a dick as she had seen and heard. He could in fact be a nice person when he was alone. Closing her eyes and taking a breath she felt chapped lips on her own soft ones. Popping her eyes open, Chad's eyes were closed too and it seemed that he was enjoying this as much as it shocked her.

Pushing her guitar on the floor, Emily grabbed the back of Chad's head and deepened the kiss. Both tongues and teeth fought for dominance, until Emily gave up the fight at let Chad take lead. Running her hands up the back of his shirt, she admired the feeling of touching his spine gave her. Grabbing his hips, Emily pushed him away a bit so she could breathe. Sitting up, she licked the rest of Chad's kiss away and savored the lingering flavor of cigarettes and whiskey. The both stared at each other, until there was a knock on Emily's door.

“Fucking hell.” Opening the door, her friend Kei walked in not even noticing that she had company.

“What are you doing tonight Ems?” Emily bit her tongue and looked at Chad.

“What does it look like I am fucking doing.” Kei eyed Chad.

“Is that?”

“Yes?”

“How?”

“Don't worry about it.”

“You fuck him yet?” Banging her head on the door frame, Emily started to grind her teeth.

“No.”

“Does he know about....” Kei twitched her head twords the computer.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I don't know.”

“Stop speaking in fucking code about me! Jesus fucking Christ!” Chad said, looking at both girls.

“Well, well, well. The CIG Man. The one that Ems always writes and fantasizes about.” Emily shot Kei an evil glare.

“Yeah, that one just got you kicked the fuck out of my place. Goodbye Keisha.” Emily slammed the door in her face, grabbed her cup and sulked into the kitchen to get some more vodka. This time straight.

“That was Keisha. A cheeky bitch, a fucking cheeky bitch indeed. I'm sorry Chad. She just doesn't know better.” Pouring half of the glass full of vodka, Emily killed it in one gulp and was now feeling the effects. Walking over to her Chad pulled Emily to him by her hips and started to kiss her again then let go.

“I'm going to head out. You should call me tomorrow. We can go do something or hang out at my place.” Emily nodded, kind of sad.

“I fucked up didn't I?”

“No. It's just almost midnight and I have to drive back to New Hope buzzed up.” Entwining his fingers with hers, he smiled and kissed Emily again.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” And with that he walked out the door and was gone.

Emily savored that lingering taste again until she finally passed out into dream world.
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