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My Idea of Fun	By : GentooNiXGeek Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > cKy Views: 1183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not know or own any persons associated with this story, besides Hallie. She is just a figment of my imagination. I also do not own the song don't Stop Believein' or Journey!

A/n: Thanks to my reviewer Ero Sennin! This is the reason that I write! I hope that you continue to love more of my stories. This is now dedicated to you!

And now to the story!

Hrm. I think next chapter will be filled with smut and will be written as a song fic!

Chapter Four

Hallie walked into the house that sat just not that far off of I-95 in south Philadelphia. She couldn't believe how much she missed the area that she grew up in. It was weird to go by where Vets Stadium used to stand and look at the emptiness, or even to smell the pollutants off of the Delaware River. Sure they were there when she lived there, but it just seemed to new.

“Wow, you own this?” Hallie said.

“Yeah, I bought it with my first paycheck from MTV. It's not much, but I love it. I don't care how big I become, I'm like Bam. I want to stay home. Plus there all-”

“Fruitcakes in LA.” they chimed in together.

“I know. I went to school there. Plus it's too over pricey. You have to be someone to actually pay bills there.” Hallie chirped.

Walking into his bedroom, Joe put her stuff down on the side of the bed.

“This is going to be your room for the week.”

Hallie looked around and touched miscellaneous things on the shelves.

“Don't break any thing.” Joe smiled.

“Cheek.”

“If you want you can get dressed in your night clothes and meet me out in the living room. We can talk a bit more and have some wine or something.”

'Wine?' Hallie thought. She couldn't see Joseph Frantz a wine person. Just like she couldn't see him try to 'woo' a woman. Like he was trying to do now. Nevertheless, she opened up her bag and started to dig for her favorite part of sweatpants and one of her band shirts.

She walked out into the living room plaid in black sweatpants, an old cKy shirt, and socks. She could hear the sounds of Journey coming from the small stereo. Yeah, he was defiantly trying to woo her. Who listened to journey by their selves? 'Well,' she thought. 'besides me.'

Sitting down on his couch, Hallie heard the song change and Joe walking up behind her handing her a glass of wine. The red colour liquid smelled sweet. 'Thank god,' Hallie said to herself 'he knows good wine.'

Sitting down next to her Joe turned the music up a bit louder and they just sat there listening to the music.

Her favorite Journey song.

Just a small town girl living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere...

Hallie looked at him and smiled. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Joe was noticeably shaking, as if he had just did a gram of cocaine.

“Are you okay, love?” Hallie asked sweetly.

“Yeah. I'm okay.”

Hallie scooted in closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. Joe wrapped his arm around her, still scared.

“You have nothing to be afraid of. If anything I'm the one that should be afraid Frantzy-boy.”

He loved the way that she called him by one of his many nicknames. Just something about it rolling off of her tongue made it so much better.

“Why should you be afraid Ms. Price?”

“Because I have to be better then the rest of the girls out there that want you.”

A singer in a smoky room the smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night.
It goes on and on and on and on

Why did she love this song so much? Why did she have to be falling for this man after only meeting him eight hours ago? Wait, why was she loving his scent so much?

Pushing her nose deeper in his collar, she took an even deeper breath.

Joe had the same questions about her too. No, this can't be happening. He believed in waiting for love. It shouldn't be coming this quick. Why? What was so fucking special about Hallie Marie Price that had him rethinking his whole logical thought process on the whole boyfriend/girlfriend/sex/marriage standpoint?

Strangers waiting up down the boulevard.
Their shadows searchin' in the night
Streetlight people living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

'Fuck, why is my mind doing this shit to me?' Hallie wondered.

“Hallie?” he said.

“Hm?”

Working hard to get my fill everybody wants a thrill
Payin anything to roll the dice. Just one more time.
Some will win some will lose some were born to sing the blues.
Oh the movie never ends. It goes on and on and on and on...

It was the break of the song. Her favorite part of the song. Joe reached behind her head and pulled her closer to him as he leaned his head down and pushed his lips to hers.

Immediately, Hallie shut her eyes and enjoyed it. She could feel his tongue running on her own lips wanting entrance to her mouth. Letting him in, she melted. Kissing someone of the same profession let alone an almost celebrity shouldn't feel this god damned good. Why was it feeling this so fucking good?

Hallie plunged her hands into his hair and laid back on the sofa, bringing him down in between her legs. Arching her hips to meet his, a moan escaped from her lips. Breaking away from her, Joe sat up and looked down at her. Lips bruised, and wet with his own saliva. The smell of arousal entrancing him.

“Hallie, why does this feel so fucking right? Like this was suppose to happen?”

Gasping and grabbing at his hips, she answered.

“I don't know.”

Sitting up Hallie placed her head on his stomach as she reached for her glass of wine.

“I've never felt like this before and I've had a lot of boyfriends and fucks.” Blushing, something told her she shouldn't of said that.

“I want you Hal, but not yet. Not this soon.” Leaning his head down to her head, Joe breathed in the scent of her shampoo.

“Maybe I should go to bed.”

“Want me to tuck you in?” Joe smiled.

“I don't think that would be best. Especially since you want to wait Frantzy-boy.”

Hallie got up and started to walk into the bed room.

“Night Hallie.”

“Night Joe.”

~~

Pulling back the covers to his bed, Hallie climbed in and silently rested her head on his pillow. She could smell his scent all over again. Dear god why didn't she just stay at Bam's house? This wouldn't be happening. She wouldn't be this turned on.

Looking at the digital clock on the nightstand it read two in the morning. Maybe she should call Missy, she would know what to do. They had started to become friends, but dear god what if she thought that she was a fucking fruitcake?

No matter, Hallie picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Ring, Ring, Ring...

“Hello?”

“Missy? It's Hallie.”

“Hey, what's up? Any problems?”

“Yeah, one big one.”

“What's wrong Hallie?”

“Well, we started to make out on his couch and well, now I'm laying in his bed and I can't fucking sleep because all I fucking smell is him.”

“Is Joe sleeping with you?”

Hallie rolled her eyes.

“No. He's sleeping on his sofa.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe I'll go and take a walk see what that does.”

“You shouldn't be walking around that area at this time of night Hallie.”

“I used to live here, it doesn't fear me.”

“Why don't you stay there and Bam and I will come and get you.”

“Is he drunk yet?”

“Almost.” Missy laughed.

“Don't worry about it. I'll give you a call tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, night Missy.”

Hallie shut her phone and put it back on the night stand. What was she going to do? Then she realized the one thing that she could do.

Slipping her hand down the front of her sweatpants, Hallie touched a finger over her clit. Rubbing in a circular motion, she could feel her orgasm start to built.

Closing her eyes she imaged her first night with Frantz. The abuse, the roughness, god thinking about it wasn't going to be any better then actually doing it.

With her other hand she slipped two fingers in and came. God when did she ever get off so fucking quickly.

The last thing she remembered of that night was her moaning one name...

“Frantz...”

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