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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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Chapter Three

Days upon days went by since Emily had last talked to Chad. She had left everything she did behind and laid around drunk all day everyday. Emily honestly thought that she fucked up with the CIG man, but something also told her that he would call one day.

Laying on her couch with a bottle of Jack on her table, she wore old, ripped up sweatpants and a shitty bleach stained shirt. Flicking through channels on her telly, she came across an old cKy music video and she started to cry.

'Emily, you need to get a hold of yourself. He even said that you didn't fuck up. Chad's a busy man.' Emily said to herself as she reached for the bottle of whiskey. Only moments later, her cell phone vibrated. Emily looked at the caller id and Keisha showed up. This would be the first time the bitch tried to contact her since that night.

“You fucking bitch.” Emily answered.

“You're drunk.”

“Yeah, and you fucked up my future.”

“Emily, you aren't in the right mindset to fight. I'll call you later.” Slamming her phone shut Emily rolled over and cuddled close to her blankets. She wanted him to call her, damn it! That's all she wanted. She wanted Chad to tell her that everything was fine and Emily wanted to tell him how much she missed him. They only met in person once, but something told the young girl that this man was the one.

Just as she was falling into an alcohol induced sleep, she noticed that Chad walked through her flat door. Walking over to her, Chad saw the empty beer cans, the three empty Jack bottles and the two ashtrays that haven been cleaned in a while.

“Emily? What's wrong?”

“I thought I fucked up. You didn't call me and, oh God. I'm in shit clothes.” Chad smiled.

“It's okay Ems. I came over to see if you wanted to spend the night at my place tonight. I have some mixing to do on The Moxy's new album, but we can sit together in the studio and talk.”

“I'd love to.” Within that three minutes since he walked in the door, Emily felt great. Although still drunk, she was excited to be going to his home.

“Get dressed then.”

Stumbling off into her room, she picked out a clean pair of panties, pajama pants, and an old cKy shirt that had been ruined by paint. For next day clothes, she figured that she would raid Chad's closet if he didn't mind. If he didn't at least she would be comfy riding home. Emily grabbed her backpack and threw some odds and ends in it, like her phone charger and toothbrush.

“Ready to go?” Chad said to her.

“Mhm.” Grabbing her keys and phone, she looked back at the small flat and smiled. Locking the door, she ran down the steps and followed Chad to his car.

Going down 202 back up to New Hope, silence was enthralled in the vehicle as Emily thought. Wishing that she had brought her laptop, Emily started to brain storm the next chapter to her fic. Reaching into Chad's glove compartment she found an old receipt and an ink pen. She started to write the first paragraph.

'He came to her that night after not seeing her in three weeks, baring gifts of love and forgiveness. Gina had a relapse and Chad didn't want to be near her. All she wanted was her heroin and booze. Gina began to remind The CIG Man of Brandon Novak.

“Gina, I love you. I've looked past the addiction, but I want to know if you love me too.”

Looking up at him then back down to the used syringes on her glass table, she nodded.

“Chad, I love you.” '

Emily looked at Chad then back at her paper. She wondered if Chad would ever love her the way that he did Gina in the story. Looking over at Emily, Chad smiled and placed his hand on hers.

“Emily?”

“Hm?”

“We are here.”

Driving up his driveway, Emily looked out the window and couldn't help but smile. One would think that being out in New Hope was a lost cause, but for Emmie, it was like a dream come true.

Throwing her backpack on her back, she followed Chad into the house. It wasn't big nor was it small. It was perfect for him. Dropping her stuff on the couch she looked around and touched so many new things. Chad on the other hand just watched her go on her fan girlish ways. He kind of figured that this would happen. He could tell that Ems was starting to sober up a lot. Smiling, his phone rang.

“Yeah? What? Well I have someone over here. Yes. No. Sure. Where at? Alright we will be there.” closing his phone he threw it at Emily and she caught it.

“Want to go to a party?”

“To be honest Chad, I'd rather sit here and party with you, but if you want to go we can.”

“This isn't a normal party. It's at someones house whom you kinda know and theres going to be good drugs there.”

“It's at Bam's house I know. Like I said I'd rather sit here and do my drugs with you. At least I knew where they came from.”

Emily was more nervous then excited to be going to Bam's. She didn't want to go and to be honest, Chad didn't want to either. Sitting there thinking he smiled at her as she opened up a secret zip in her bag and dropped out all kinds of drugs on his floor.

'I want her more than a friend but I don't know how to tell her. As if that kiss a few weeks ago wasn't enough.'

“What do you want to do?” Emmie asked.

“What do you have.”

“Anything you can dream of.” She smiled.

“Got any good bud?” Nodding she pulled out a quarter of her own stash and sat up at a table. Reaching deeper into her bag she pulled out a pipe and a grinder.

“Chad?”

“Hm?”

“You know that I have feelings for you right?” He nodded.

“Yeah, and I do for you.”

'Thank God that is out in the open.' He thought to himself

Packing the bowl for them, Emily sighed thanking god that that got out of the way. Chad had always meant something to her. Even when she was just started to play guitar, he was her inspiration to do so. Hence, her Ibanez.

Chad got up and moved closer next to her. Sitting on the couch and placing her in between his legs. Getting up and spreading her legs so she could sit on his lap, she handed him the bowl.

"It's Orange Kush. Got it in North Philly." Taking a hit a smiled and handed it back to her.

"How much you pay for that quarter?"

"About a hundred bucks." Chad started to cough and look at her.

"What?"

"About a hundred bucks." Looking away from him. she took her hit.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How do you pay for your bills, booze, drugs, and shit?"

"I'm a writer."

"Yeah I know. You write about me. How do you get paid for that?"

"No Chad, I'm a dignified writer."

"No, shit? They why haven't I heard your name before?"

"I write under a pen name."

"Ah."

With the bowl gone and the both of them on cloud nine, they decided to go to Bam's party, but not unless she could bring some 2CE with her.

"Come on Chad please?"

"I don't even know what that shit is."

"It's a hallucinogen. Way better then 'cid."

"Wait..." Chad said.

"We can't go. I have to do that damn album."

"Well then lets head down to the studio. I'm still bringing the hits of 2CE with me though." Smiling, he lead her down into the basement.

Before Chad got a start on the album he played some music at sat with her. Many of thing were running through his mind. A mix between feelings for the girl and fear; Fear that she would turn out like Novak, or for instance Gina, in her story line. Chad feared that Emily would kill herself one day and he didn't want that.

"Emily?" Chad said, laying on her.

"Yeah."

"Will you slow down on the drugs? I don't want to lose you to them."

"I will. I'm not an addict. Even though it seems like it." Emily smiled.

Smiling Chad leaned down and kissed her. She hadn't felt this for weeks. Memories, tastes, and scents flooded her mind. Her senses flooding, Emily could feel the slightest touch on her face. Taste the cigarettes mixed with the hint of pot. Smell the scents of soap, cigarettes, and marijuana. With her eyes shut she could almost see her idol. The vibrations of Chad's phone in her crotch made her gasp, then moan.

"Chad." She managed to gasp out.

Ginsburg started to bite and suck on her neck, leaving as many marks as he could to prove that this bitch was his, and no one elses. Pushing up on the hem of her shirt, Chad could feel her curves. Wrapping his hands around her back he undid her bra and pushed both items of fabric off of her body. Cupping his hands around her full breasts Chad squeezed them together before licking the tips of her nipples.

Moving his hands down Emily's torso, his fingers rested in the waistband of her pajama pants.

"Please?" She begged.

Slipping his fingers underneath the boxer shorts she was wearing, he pulled down a bit almost teasingly.

"Please, Chad?" Emily breathed.

Pulling the clothing all of the way off now, Chad could see that she was clean and shaved. Spreading her legs open, he took a single digit and ran it from her ass all the way up to her clit. Hearing the woman under him moan, as he hit her clit, Chad started to become hard. Pulling her lips apart. he slipped in a finger a pushed up. Guessing by her bucking reaction, he must of had touched her g-spot.

Letting out an exaggerated heavy 'fuck' Emily begged him to keep going.

"P-P-Pleease." She stuttered, wrestling with getting his shirt off.

Slipping another finger in, Emily shut her eyes.

"Just be inside of me. Don't tease with foreplay."

Sitting up, Emily rushed with Chad's belt and jeans. She wanted him here, now, and in her. Chad positioned his self over her, pushing the tip of his member in her. He could feel her muscles tighten and loosen in response to being fully inside of her. And Jesus Christ, Chad thought, she was fucking magical.

Pulling out a bit and slamming back in, Emily started to match his rhythm with her bucking. Letting out load moans and screams. She couldn't believe that she was fucking this rocker.

Picking up the pace a bit, Chad could feel her squeeze down on him.

"I'm going to come." Emily moaned out.

Feeling her muscles tense, Chad's whole world shattered around him. The tightness around him making him scream into his own orgasm. When the world because clean again around him, he was laying on her chest still panting and just realized...Oh shit, I came in her. Chad felt around her hips and ass, until he felt a patch. Feeling better he let himself fall back to the mounds of her chest. Still panting Emily strung her fingers in his black oily hair.

"Better than your stories?" Chad said.

"Best thing I ever had."
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