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In The Studio	By : PunknessBenji Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I woke in the morning to a loud bang at the door. I groggily got up and looked at the clock, it was 11am. I looked to the other side of the bed and Benji was gone. Just my luck. There was a little note on the pillow. I picked it up and read it.

Skye,
I had to go to work. See you later.
XxBenji

Fuck! Why couldn’t he wake me and tell me? Dumbass. I mean it, from now on no more sex for him! At least he got my name right this time. There was another loud bang on the door. “I’m coming” I yelled out enough for whoever it was to hear. I got up, with the note still in my hand and put my gown on. I walked into the living area and to the door.

“I’m going back to L.A. if you want me to drive you, get ready.” Steve said as I opened the door. I screwed me face up and rubbed my nose.

“Fine. I wont be long.” I walked back into the room, yawning and got dressed. I put the note in my suitcase, I wasn’t going to throw it out in here. I’ll do it when I get home. I grabbed my suitcase and jacket and walked back to the lounge room.

“Looks like you had some fun last night,” Steve said looking at the lounge room.

“Yeah,” I picked up my phone from the floor and went to grab the glasses from the coffee table, when I noticed Benji’s phone was still there. What am I suppose to do with this? I looked at Steve. “Can you give this to Benji when you see him?” I asked, handing it to him.

“Aren’t you going to see him?” He took the phone from me.

“Not that I know of, no.” I said.

“OK. I’ll give it to him later. Well, we have to go then.” He picked my suitcase up and I walked behind him out the door. I closed the door and followed him to the elevator. Once we got to the first floor, we went to the main desk. “You got your card?” He asked me and I reached into my pocket and produced the tacky card that was meant to be a key. I handed to him.

I looked around the big building. It was huge. You wouldn’t really think a hotel could be so big until you actually had been in an expensive one. There wasn’t any kids like you’d think, just all adults walking around, chatting all at the same time, which made it sound like a volcano ready to explode.

When I was younger my dad took me to a little hotel near where we lived in Australia and I pretended to be a rich princess and walked around like I knew where I was going. I ended up in the kitchen, crying because I had got lost. When I think about it, it was like a huge maze to me, now it’ll be a pissy little hotel. I was 8 so don’t laugh.

“Come on.” Steve said in his deep voice.

When I got home Erica wasn’t there. The whole place sounded so eerie, and I really didn’t want to be by myself. Steve had to go because his wife was waiting for him at his place. He did offer for me to go with him but I refused cuz I didn’t to be a burden. So I sank into the couch after putting my suitcase in my room and taking my jacket off. I grabbed the TV guide and flicked to today’s date; there was only a really crappy, old movie on, news and sports. How I hate TV no one will ever know!

I decided to just get a book and read, just for something to do. I grabbed the book from under the cushions (I always keep it there; 1: It doesn’t get lost, 2: No one knows. It’s really handy if ya don’t want to get up). I leaned back and started to read it from where I left off last time, when my phone rang. Oh god, I didn’t want to get up but my phone was in the kitchen. I got up and answered my phone, walking back into the living room and laying back down. “Hello?” I said.

“Hey,” It was Erica, she sounded…excited? “You home yet?”

“Yeah. What’s up with you being so cheerful?” I asked confused.

“Nothing. I’ll tell ya when I get home. Love ya.” She hung up without waiting for me to answer her.

I threw the phone on the coffee table and went back to my book.

Half an hour later the door flew open and when I looked up, I saw Erica smiling face. “What’s happening?” I asked, getting up and putting my book back under the cushions.

“Well,” She said coming over to me and sitting with her face to me, on the coffee table. “Like, I stayed at Johns last night, obviously, and when we were eating dinner he asked me to move in with him.”

“And?” I had a smile on my face now too.

“Of course I said yes. But I told him we’d have to talk about it to cuz I don’t want to leave you alone.” I wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m happy for you. Go and live with him. I’ll be fine.”

She pulled back and with her hands on my shoulders, looked in my eyes. “You sure? I could stay if you want.”

“No. I’m glad you’re getting out of my hair. At least now I can party and shit.” I joked with her.

“Aw... You’re so great!”

“I try.” We hugged again and a voice was heard.

“Am I missing out on the lesbian sex, again?” We looked up at John. I threw a cushion at him, but he caught it.

“If we were having Lesbian sex, we would’ve locked you out!” Erica told him.

The phone rang and I went to get it but Erica was on the ball before me. “Hello?” She said into it. “Oh, you mean Skye? … OK. One moment.” She put her hand over the mouth piece of the phone and handed it to me. “It’s Benji.” She whispered.

“Tell him I’m not here.” I told her.

“What? Why?” She looked shocked.

“I just don’t feel like talking to him.” I said, then walked into my room and laid down. What does he want with me? I’m not anything special, just some freak who obsesses over him at any chance I get. What would he want with someone like me? Nothing. Nothing I have he wants…besides the obvious, of course.

I ended up falling asleep, and was woken by Erica shaking me awake. “Yeah?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows.

“I’m going to Johns tonight, is that ok?”

“Sure. Go for as long as you want.” I said rubbing my eyes.

“OK, well, there’s your dinner in the microwave if you want it. And call Benji.” I waved my arm at her as she left. Once I heard the front door slam I got up and un-packed my suitcase. Put my dirty clothes in the washing basket, in the corner of my room and grabbed the emergence cigarette packet and lighter from my bedside drawer. I don’t always smoke, just when I’m stressed, nervous or just in the mood for one.

I switched the radio one and sat on my bedroom window sill. Opened the window and lit my cigarette. I watched all the people out on the street; everyone always seemed like they were in a rush to get somewhere but nowhere in Los Angeles. They made me feel so tired. Australia was different, no one rushed (only the idiots with cars, you know, the young guys and stuff), mostly everyone was so relaxed and laidback. I should go back there sometime and visit family and old friends. I haven’t been there in so long, it feels like a lifetime. Not to mention the phone messages my mum has been leaving for me. She says I don’t care about them anymore and I’d rather my famous friends more then family. I don’t say anything because I know I care more for them, hell I send her most of the money I make. I brought her a house with my first pay. It isn’t a huge house but it does her. And I don’t have many friends here anyways, let alone famous ones. Probably the only famous one I have is Sarra and I hardly ever see her. She’s always doing some movie deal or trying to catch her favourite bands on tour.

She’s always telling me about her ‘thing’ with some band member. She once had a one-night stand with Billie Joe from Green Day, I still hear about it to this day! I dare not tell her about me having a ‘thing’ with Benji. She’ll want to meet them and then try and have something to do with Joel or one of them. don’t get me wrong, she isn’t a slut or band whore or anything like that. She just loves music and she has her favourites and I suppose all music fans want to have something with their favourites. I did, I’ve always wanted Benji. And now that I’ve had him I don’t want anyone else at all.

I took a long drag from my cigarette and butted it out on the window sill, I threw the butt out of the window and watched it hit the floor. I closed the window and sprayed some LYNX around the room. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when the door bell singed.

I spat the toothpaste in the sink and yelled, “One moment.” I washed it down with water and wiped my face with a hand-towel.

I looked through the peephole and sighed. What’s he doing here? I chained the door and opened the lock. I slowly opened the door. “Hi” he said.

“Hey,” I said, sorta sour. “Do you want to come in?” I asked, feeling sorry for him.

“If its ok with you.”

“Of course.” I opened the door wide up and let him through. “Sorry about the mess. We’re hardly here.”

“’We’?” He said looking around.

“Yeah, me and Erica.”

“Erica’s the girl who answered the phone earlier?”

“Yeah, that’s her.” I told him. “Do you want something to drink or anything?”

“Tea?”

“OK.” I walked into the kitchen, he followed. “Yeah, Erica’s been living here for a while. She’s my best friend. Stays at her boyfriends all the time. She’s moving out soon.” I filled the cups up with boiled water.

“Oh. Getting married?”

“Nah. They’re just going to live together. Her and John are like the perfect couple, so in love.”

I handed him his tea. “That’s gonna leave you by yourself then.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind though. I love living by myself. Even though having her here has been a comfort of some sort.” we went into the living room and sat on the couch, I sat with my foot under me.

“I know what ya mean. when me and Joel lived together it was the same. But he moved out with Pavo and since then its been lonely for me, but I get through the day.”

“Them two live together?” I asked surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah.” He gave a slight giggle. “Don’t look so surprised. They’ve been together for about a year now and hardly leave each-other out of sight.”

“She’s a nice girl.” I said trying to sound not jealous of her from having a Madden.

“I guess you’re wondering how I got your phone number and address?” He asked me.

“Actually I already have a clue, so I wasn’t. Steve, right?”

“Yeah. He came by earlier today to give me my phone and I asked him.” He looked sheepishly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Yeah, I do. “No. its ok.” he started to fiddle with the rings on his fingers and tap his tea cup.

“I was wondering if you want to come to a party with me tonight.” What does he mean, a date or just as friends?

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Its ok. You don’t have to. I just thought you would.”

“What sort of party is it?” I am so stupid! I cant say no to him, EVER!

“Just a few friends…actually it’s a proper party. All of us are going to be there and friends and stuff. It’s to celebrate the new album being finished.” They finished it?! When?

“Oh. Well, ok, I’ll come.”

“Great! It starts at around 7 but we don’t have to be there on time.” I looked at the clock on the DVD player, it’s 6 now.

“I’ll just have a shower and get ready. Make yourself at home.”

I went and had a quick shower, shaved my legs and other places and washed my hair. Rinsed myself off and got out, dried myself. Put my hair in a ponytail so it wouldn’t drip water everywhere. Put on a purple pair of G-strings, and a matching bra. Then I went in the cabinet and got out my perfumes and make-up. I picked J.Lo’s Glow and sprayed myself with it. Then put on my short black skirt, and a helter neck, black top. Put some foundation on and eyeliner. As I was walking through my room to the living area, I got my lip gloss from my hand bag and applied that. Flinging my handbag on my shoulder I walked out of my room and found Benji laying on the couch.

He looked up and his eyes grew wide. “Wow. You look amazing!”

I blushed, “Thanks.”

“So you ready?” He got up.

“Yep. All set.”

“Good. We wont be late then.” He got up and I followed him out the door.

Locking the door behind me, I asked. “Is this a date?”

“I thought we were just friends though?” He asked. I felt my whole body go weak. Is that what he calls this? FRIENDS? I pushed it to the back of my mind and walked on. “Skye, are we friends?”

“Yeah, of course we are. I was just asking.”

As we were going to the party I watched the night life of L.A. and thought about where this, me and Benji were going. Why do guys always just wanna be ‘friends’ with me? Am I ugly, or fat or just not the girlfriend ‘material’? I felt a tear rolled down my cheek, and brushed it aside with the back of my hand. Can he see how much he means to me? Can he see what he’s doing to me? All this time and I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe there’s a chance for me and him, but I was being stupid and blind like all the other times. There’s never going to be a time I can call him mine, he’s never going to be mine and I should face up to that and stop being so foolish. I mean, come on, Skye, we’re talking about The Benjamin Madden here, he isn’t just some guy who you meet, he’s the sort of guy you lusted over when you were a teen in high school. I wiped the next tear from my eyes, and sniffed.

“Skye?” Benji said putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Hmm?” I said without looking at him. Scared he might notice I’d been crying.

“You ok?” I heard concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks though.” we pulled into a parking lot and he turned the engine off.

“We’re here. Ready?” He said.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” I still didn’t look at him. I wanted to clean my eyes and re-apply my eyeliner before looking at him.

He got out of the car and stood with his back to the front window. I watched his back. I’m so very stupid! Why do I let myself get into these situations? Damn myself! Fuck it, I should just be happy that I’m fucking him and move on with my life. Be happy in The Now, and not think about if’s and when’s…I took a tissue out my handbag and wiped my eyes, wiping all the eyeliner off and then re-applying it. I looked in the mirror and said to myself “Skye, you’re gorgeous even if Benji doesn’t want you.” I knew it wouldn’t last, but if it just got me through tonight, it’s done its job!

I got out of the car, Benji looked at me. “You right?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little homesick.” I lied.

“I get like that too. It’s natural.” He waved his hand at me to go to him, I walked over to him and he put his arm ‘round my shoulder and we walked to the club.

Once we got through the crowd that were waiting outside the club and in the doors. Benji turned to me and said, “we gotta look for Joel or Pavo, both said they would be here early.” I looked around and noticed the same girl from the radio station, Lia, she was dancing to the music and looked like she was drunk. I also noticed another girl dancing in-front of her that was kinda tall, probably my height or a little taller with long dark hair. They looked liked they had been dancing for hours.

“I cant see them” I told him.

“I cant either. Want something to drink?” He asked me.

“Lemonade…?” I kinda asked. I didn’t want to drink alcohol cuz I know his had problems with that before.

“You don’t drink?”

“Yeah but ya know.”

“You can drink. I cant tell you not to.”

“Ok then.” I said with a smile. “Vodka and coke.”

He walked off to get the drinks and I sat at a nearby table. My phone rang and I searched through my bag for it, I finally found it and answered it. “Hey?” I said into it.

“Hey, babe…” It was Erica. “Where are you?”

“At a club with Benji.” I told her.

“Ohh, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come out with me and John, no matter though. I’ll call ya later.” She hung up the phone.

“Wow, that’s some crazy ass shit out there. You should come and dance.” I looked up and the tall girl with dark hair was standing there.

“err…” Who is she?

“Sorry. I’m Whitney. Benji told me you were here.” She stuck her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Skye.” Does she know Benji?

As I shook her hand I noticed her hair was brown with black streaks, her skin was tanned and she had a nice shade of Green eyes. “So, you’re Benji’s new fling, then?”

“Umm…” How was I supposed to answer that? “I suppose.”

“Don’t get too caught with him, or fall for him.” Too late for that one. “He is always hurting girls. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great friend but to just leave it as that.” Who was this girl and what’s she talking about? Has she been in my situation before or has she just seen too many girls with him?

“What are you two lovely ladies talking about?” Benji said putting my drink on the table and sitting beside me. I felt his hand slide behind me and rub my lower back.

“I’m just telling her how much of an ass you are.” Whitney grinned at him.

“oh I cant be that bad.” She eyed him from the top of her glass.

“Whatever ya reckon.” She said and looked at me. “Dance?”

“Sure.” I said to her. I’m not that much of a dancer but tonight was special. I was actually at a Good Charlotte party. Come to think of it, it’s not a party at all. Just people getting together for a good time. But that was enough for me. I got up and Benji pulled me down to him, he kissed me lightly on the lips. When he let me go I took Whitney hand and we went to dance.

We danced to up-tempo beat of Good Charlotte’s ‘I Don’t Want To Stop’, since it was a Good Charlotte party they were only playing G.C songs.

This has gone on for way to long
And im tired of moving on
This has gone on for way to long.
This has gone on for way to long
And I'm tired of way to long.
This has gone on for way to long

“How long have you known Benji?” Whitney asked me as we danced.

“About a week and a half.”

“Still have a lot to learn ‘bout him then.” What does she mean by all this? “He’s an awesome guy but to be more then friends, or as he puts it ‘friends with benefits’ isn’t the best thing.” O…k.

All of a sudden the music stopped and we looked at the D.J. set-up wondering what was happening. Joel sat there on a stool with Benji beside him. “Ahem,” He coughed into the mic so everyone would pay attention. “I just wanna sing a song for a really special lady that is among us tonight. I don’t know if everyone knows who she is but she’s the love of my life and she deserves this cuz she’s stuck by me through everything. And because I love her more then anything else…”

“Hey…what about me? You don’t love me no more?” Benji said. I laughed and I heard Whitney laugh too.

“of course I do. Just this is for her, now shut up. Anyways, as I was going to say before my brother interrupted; this is for Pavo.”

If you want me to wait, I would wait for you
If you tell me to stay, I would stay right thru
If you don't wanna say anything at all
I'm happy wondering

I looked around for Pavo, and spotted her sitting at the bar with a beer in her hand and a big grin on her face. She’s so lucky.

Since I was a young man I never was a fun man
I never had a plan and no security then
Ever since I met you I never could forget you
I only get you right here next to me

I needed to go to the bathroom, so I told Whitney, and apparently she needed to go too but didn’t want to leave at such a great moment.

We were in the ladies laughing about Joel and Benji. “He’s a riot.” I said. But I didn’t hear Whitney laughing anymore. I looked at her through the mirror. “What’s wrong?” her face straight and she was staring at me. I turned to face her.

“Well, it’s about you and Benji. And I know you’re gonna say that I keep at it but I’ve just seen too many girls in your situation and it always ends in the girl crying and him having a laugh about it.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl and can look after myself.” I pretending not to be bothered with it.

“I know you are but I’m… oh stuff it, I’m like an old goose. I’m always worrying about others when I should be worrying about me and Chris.”

“You’re with Chris?”

“Oh, no. we’re only friends but he is soooo fine and I wanna get with his little tosh.” We giggled about it.

When we got out of the bathroom we decided to sit down at the table with everyone else. Paul was there with some blonde girl, Billy had his arm around…wait, that’s Lia. Are they together? Chris was by himself at the end of the table. I sat down beside Billy and Lia, and Whitney sat with Chris.

“Sorry, we’re late guys, the terrific was horrible.” Josh said coming over to us with some dark haired girl. Josh was Benji and Joel’s older brother and I assume the girl was Sarah, their sister.

“Where’s Joel and Ben?” Sarah said.

“Benji’s gone somewhere and Joel is over at the bar with Pavo.” Chris told them. Sarah walked off and Josh sat down.

As the night went on, more people got drunk and I met some of Benji’s family and friends. His mum was probably the nicest. She was really lovely and told me Benji would be lucky if he could have me. I giggled a lot while talking to her. I hadn’t seen Benji since Joel sang the song for Pavo. I was getting worried about him but Joel told me that Benji’s a big boy and can look after himself.

Once everyone was leaving, I was sitting there waiting for Benji to come and get me. I was contemplating calling Erica or a cab. Then Whitney came up to me and said “Do you want a lift home?” I denied it, since I HATE people going out of their way for me.

“Skye. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I had some things to do. You ok?” Benji said half an hour later, I was just considering to call a Cab after I finished my drink.

“Yeah, I’m fine. We’re going?” I asked.

“Yeah, one minute. I just gotta talk to Joel for a second.” He walked off and I finished my drink. Ten minutes later and we were back in the car and driving to my house.

“are you mad with me?” He asked me, turning the car off.

“No. why would I be?” I knew what he was talking about and I was a little pissed off about it but I didn’t expect much from him.

“About me not being around tonight. I was busy. I had to do some things and it couldn’t wait.” He took hold of my hand. “I’m sorry.” I sighed. He kissed my hand. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s ok. I wasn’t angry or anything.” He leant over and kissed me gently on the lips. I leant into his kiss and let his tongue enter my mouth. I felt his hand on my leg and it started to creep up my skirt. I pulled away. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” I said getting out of the car.

As I was running up the steps of my apartment I heard him yell “What’s wrong?” but I didn’t look back.

I got into my front door and threw my jacket and bag on the couch. I ran to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up. Pulled my hair back in a ponytail and puked. I felt so drained and sick. I sat on the floor for what felt like all night. I don’t know wether it was cuz of the drink I had that night or maybe something else. I started to puke again just thinking of the possibilities of it all. I got up and rinsed my mouth out. Putting my phone on silent, laid in bed with just the sheet over me. I finally fell asleep.
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