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A Dream	By : Tathiela Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Third Eye Blind Views: 1057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Third Eye Blind. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Dream
- 1
I sat in the small dark room, people were on either side of me chatting away, I listened to some conversations, slightly bored being by myself and a shy person. A girl next to me tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hi.” I turned around and smiled.

“Hello.” She stood up, stepped over the bench I was sitting on, and sat next to me.

“I’m Anne, and you are?” I held my hand out tr, sr, she took it and I shook it.

“I’m Catrina.” Anne smiled.

“So, how long ya been a fan?”

“Of Third Eye Blind? Um, about six years now I guess. You?”

“Oh, about eight years. I know Stephan from before he even started the band. I’m an ex of his actually.” She pulled out an all access band pass, she must have used to get back to the question and answer session.

“Wow, that’s awesome. Well, not the being an ex part, or maybe it is. Guess it’s all how you look at it.” Anne laughed.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing. Stephan is great, but he’s hard to get along with. He’s got quite the ego on him. Even before Third Eye Blind made it he was like that.”

“Yeah, he seems the confidant type.”

“Very confidant. So, how did you like the show?” I squealed slightly.

“Oh it was amazing. I loved it when Stephan played the drums on Red Summer Sun. I never expected them to play that again. It’s been so long since Blue came out. I love how they change their set lists. One of my other favorite bands neeeeever changes their set list. It gets quite annoying.”

“Yeah, I’m amazed they still have so many loyal fans though, ya know? They don’t tour enough anymore.”

“Well, Stephan isn’t getting any younger. He is what, forty-two now?”

“Forty one actually. Just turned in September, 30th I think.”

“Ahh, yea, so um, I’m getting a little nervous. Do you know how these things go? Do you get to talk to the band? Or just sit here and they sit there, and you ask questions?”

“Well, yeah, that’s how it goes for everyone. You sit, they sit, you ask questions, they answer. Sometimes they sign autographs, but no one really gets much of a chance to talk.” Feeling disappointed I put my head down and mumbled an okay.

“ Cat Catrina. You want to hang around with me after this? I may be hanging with the band tonight.” My gaze shot right up, and met hers a stupid grin on my face.

“Really?!” Anne smiled back.

“Yeah, of course, I’ve enjoyed talking to you. I usually sit by myself bored stiff until Stephan and the band finally have time to talk to me.” I nodded.

“I understand, so do I, well except for the band talking to me. I’ve never met them before.”

“Never? How did you get here?”

“I won a contest, radio.” Just then Anne nodded towards the door, and it opened a crack before Brad walked out, followed by Tony, then Arion, and Stephan took up the rear. I rolled my eyes, and squealed. Stephan always looked so good, the man was 41 fucking years old and sexy as hell. Anne grabbed and squeezed my hand, apparently sensing my excitement. I grinned at her, and she smiled back.

Stephan sat in the middle of a long black leather couch in front of a small microphone stand, he took the microphone in his hand and tapped it.

“Hey, ya’ll hear me okay?” Everyone nodded, myself included, and some called out a yeah or yes.

“Good, so, how are you guys doing? Enjoy the show?” Everyone screamed, and clapped loudly.

Stephan grinned, and stood up, walking around in front of the crowd. Back and forth like a caged lion.

“He always reminded me of a lion, ya know? He’s never content to stay in one place. He prowls the stage, like he’s searching for prey.” Anne nodded, and stood up, waving in Stephan’s direction, she then quickly sat when he waved back.

“Alright, he says everything is cool for tonight.” I looked at Anne confused.

“How? How do you know?” She smiled.

“He doesn’t wave back if it’s not.”

I turned back to where Stephan was pacing and talking to the crowd.

“And what about me? Is it alright if I come?”

“Sure, he doesn’t ever care if I bring someone.”

The question and answer session was entertaining, though, rather disappointing. The people there, didn’t have any one on one time with Stephan, but they did sign autographs. I got one from each member, on my blue vinyl, I was just grateful for that, when Anne pulled me to the side, while people were ushered out of the room the question and answer session had taken place in.

A man, obviously security walked up to us, and said we had to go. She flashed him her pass, and said I was with her. He left us alone in the room. She led me through the door the band had come in through, and down a narrow dark hallway. I thought that the band must lead depressing lives if they were faced with places like this daily on tour.

We ended up in a small room, with several chairs, a couch, a bed in a dark corner, a TV, stereo and small fridge. ‘Heh, room for boys? Probably full of beer.’ I thought to myself. I looked around the room, only Brad, and Arion were there. They looked up at Anna and smiled, then to me, and did the same, I smiled back. Anna crossed the room, and took a seat, patting the space next to her, I too crossed the room, and sat down.

“Arion, what you guys up to tonight?” He looked up, and closing his lap set set it on the table.

“Uh, dunno. Ask Stephan. Hey, I gotta change.” Arion stood, and went into a door I hadn’t seen before, and Stephan came through it after him.

“Anne!” he shouted, startling me from my dazed state.

He crossed the room and Anne stood. They embraced, and talked a moment, when she poked me in the shoulder, beckoning me to stand next to her.

“Steve, this is Catrina, she’s a friend.” Stephan turned and stared at me a moment before he held his hand out.

“Hey, nice to meet ya Cat.” I took his hand, and felt my knees go weak. His hand was so smooth, and warm. I stared into his eyes, observing his features, the man was beautiful, sexy, perfectly flawless.

Anna was taken back into what was obviously the changing room, for a makeup touch-up, and Stephan was sent back out to keep me company. He picked up the laptop Arion had left on the table, and motioned for me to follow him. We made our way through the dark dank hallway again, all the while he was talking, asking questions.

“Catrina, how do you know Anna?”

“I met her tonight, we talked for a while until you were supposed to come out and answer questions. She invited me to hang out with her tonight.”

“Cool, you liked the show?”

“Yessss.” I spat a little overly excited, and then lowered my head in embarrassment when he turned and grinned at me.

“It was wonderful, I can’t get enough of your concerts lately, I’ve actually been following you for about a week now. Just got lucky you’re in my own city tonight I guess, and won the contest for the Q and A.”

“Cool, hey, want to hear something we’ve been working on? It’s on Arion’s laptop here.”

Looking up again I noticed we had come back to the room the question and answer session had taken place in. I looked around confused.

“Eh, I wanted to get away from everyone, let you hear some new music, if you want to of course.” He replied seemingly knowing what I was thinking.

Stephan took a seat on the black leather couch, and I sat on the other end of it. He flipped the laptop open, and sorted through a folder full of MP3’s.

“Wow, is that all your music?”

“Yep, this is all the stuff we’ve worked on, but haven’t released yet, or plan to release in the future.”

“Wow, that’s like wow. Any fan would kill to hear any one of those songs. They’re kind of starved for new music you know? Fans of Third Eye Blind.”

“Are they now?” I smiled.

“Yes sir.”

“So, okay, how about we listen to this one.” He clicked on an MP3 and it opened and started to play.

It sounded statticy, unfinished, but good, I was drooling the entire length of it. When the song ended he turned to look at me, I stared back in awe.

“So, what do you think?”

“Oh my god, it was wonderful, are you going to release that? You have to release that, it reminds me so much of something that could have been on your self titled. I loved it. Release it please?”

He laughed, and then searched through the MP3’s again. He played songs, and we talked, for what seemed like forever.

Some time into the fourth song he played for me, a man came in the room, and whispered something in Stephan’s ear. He stood and thanked the man, who then left.

“Hey, I need to take care of something. I’ll be right back alright?” I nodded and he left.

I sat there, silent listening to the song he had left playing till it ended. Then I sat contemplating all that had happened in the past hour. ‘I have met Stephan Jenkins, I was sitting here, listening to music only they have heard. Wow.’

Stephan entered the room again about 15 minutes after he had left. He sat again, this time closer to me than he had been before, because the laptop was set down on the couch where he had been sitting before. I sat there, taking in his scent as he fumbled around with the computer.

“Sorry about that. Where were we?” He turned, and I got a good look at his eyes, completely mesmerized I could only sit and stare.

I said nothing, and he stared right back. I reached my hand out to do something I’ve longed to do since I first set eyes on this man.

I traced my finger up the line of his jaw starting at the chin, and up to his ear. He shuddered slightly as I traced his ear, never breaking his eyes from mine. His beautiful green eyes held me captive, I tried to speak to end what I thought to be an uncomfortable stare when he put a finger to my lips, and turned to put the computer on the table near the couch.

He searched through his files, and finding what he was searching for opened it. He again turned to me, and our eyes met again, and I heard the familiar sound of Jeff Buckley coming through breaking the silence.

In a moment, without even having noticed a chance I found myself lying back on the couch, him beside me, still looking into one another’s eyes. He broke free of the stare first, and leaned in and kissed me without warning, for a moment I hesitated, then returned the kiss in full force.

After what seemed like an eternity I broke the kiss, needing air. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest at any moment. I stared, observing Stephan’s every feature, while catching my breath. He then attacked my neck, placing tiny kissed, and nibbles as he went. I returned the favor. I started high, right behind his ear, and nibbled it when I found it.

My breath on his ear made him shudder, I licked a trail down his ear right around the edge. I grabbed his face with both my hands and again found his mouth, kissing, and nibbling his lower lip. His tongue found it’s way into my mouth, and mine into his, our tongues danced, entwined, and explored one another. I pulled mine in, and his followed willingly. I found the bottom of his shirt, and tore at it trying to figure out how it came off. He laughed at my troubles, pulling away he unzipped his hoodie. Hey what did I know? I wasn’t looking there.

All the while Jeff Buckley serenaded us, I sighed when Morning Theft began to play. I love that song. Stopping what he was doing, Stephan sat up, and pulled my shirt over my head, and I tore at his belt buckle. He laughed.

“Lil anxious are ya?”

I moaned a ‘mmmhmm’, and finally found success.

His hands snaked their way behind my back and he undid my bra, slipping it off my shoulders, and tossed it aside. One hand found it’s way to my nipple, where he tweaked it, and then rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.

He slid a hand around to the back of my neck, and slowly he pulled myself, and himself into a sitting position. Not even breaking his eyes from mine, he reached around to his jeans back pocket. He released me from the kiss, and dug around in his old, broken, tattered looking wallet.

“Ah! Success!” He chirped, pulling out a condom, from it.

He stood, and pushed his jeans down the rest of the way, kicking them into a corner of the room. Stephan Douglas Jenkins stood before me, dressed in nothing but his plaid boxer shorts. I looked him up, and down stopping to appreciate the bulge in his boxer shorts. Again, I found his eyes, and our gaze met. He moved forward, leaning his head down to my level, and our lips came crashing together.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he lifted me from the couch. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hips rubbing against his rapidly growing bulge, in a slow circular motion. He moaned into my mouth, and set me down on the floor. I quickly shed my cargo pants, and they joined his in the dark corner. I took Stephan’s face in my heads, and pulling him down to my height, I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His hands slid down to my waist, where he slipped my underwear down, lifting me from the ground again, they slid off my body to the floor.

He slowly, and gently laid me down on the couch, and he knelt down, his knees on either side of me. He trailed kisses down my neck, andng mng my collar bone, finally ending up at a nipple, which he took into his mouth, and sucked. I moaned in pleasure, and ran my fingers through his hair. He released the nipple, and with a light nip set to work on the other.

I sighed, and pulled his head up to meet mine in a kiss, and wiggled my hips, urging him to stop teasing. He broke from my kiss, and standing up, he slipped his boxers off, and left them where they fell on the floor. He ripped open the condom package, and readied himself. I practically drooled on myself watching him. The man is complete and utter perfection. He’s tall, for me anyway, 6’ at least, he has shoulder length brown hair, which is slightly curly. Gorgeous green eyes, that hold you captive, and lips to die for. The man, was in fact to die for, and I was with him.

I sighed again, and he took his place on the couch with me again. This time between my legs which I had spread, in anticipation. He put his lips to my knee, and trailed kissed and licks down the inner thigh, then on my stomach until he reached my face. Our lips met, and he entered me, in more ways than one. I felt him, in my soul, we were connected, and for a while, nothing mattered. He started out slow, being gentle and loving, which is very sexy, and romantic. Not at all meeting the rock star expectations.

I trailed my fingers up, and down his back, creating gentle circles. His pace quickened and so did our breathing. The kissing ped,ped, and his eyes grew darker, and intense. My hips rose to meet his in a perfect synchronization, my nails intointo his back. His teeth found my neck, and nipped, and sucked it creating an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he penetrated deeper, and deeper with every thrust.

I found myself shaking uncontrollably, and my inner muscles contracted around him, causing him to shudder. Yet he continued his thrusts, never tirering, and together we experienced the most wonderful high. I shook violently, and he released in complete ecstasy, biting down on my neck to control his trembling.

He lifted his head, and again our eyes found each other. He smiled, and kissed me on the forehead, then collapsed on my body. I sighed, and wrapped my arms around him, and we fell asleep like that. Sometime later, I don’t know how long, for I hadn’t checked the time in hours, someone knocked on the door, Stephan had obviously locked. Groaning, he lifted his head from my shoulder, and looked around the room, then back at me. He growled, and rolled off of me, standing. He searched the room for his clothes, finding his boxers under him, where he left them. He handed me my underwear, and then my pants.

We both dressed, and he walked to the door. Turning to check that I was fully clothed he opened the door. He spoke for some time, then turned and spoke.

“Everyone’s ready to go to the club. You’re joining us right?” I nodded my head yes, not even sure I could speak.

“Alright, I’ll see ya there then.” He opened the door, and left.

I sighed, and then Anne entered the room.

“Hey girl! You two have been in here for over an hour and half, what you been up to?” I just smiled and said nothing, but I think she knew.

We went to a club, where we were all seated up in a balcony for VIP’s. Anne and I danced with Arion and Brad, while Stephan had girls hanging all over him the entire evening, and morning. Feeling rather neglected, I opted to drinking more than normal, and found myself a handsome young man to dance with. Stephan was already on the dance floor, with a skinny blonde, practically making out with him. I honestly felt a pang of jealousy, and decided to make a little show with the guy I was with.

Maroon 5 Harder To Breathe blared throughout the club, it pounded in my chest, causing my heartbeat to quicken. I found myself rubbing seductively against my dance partner, whom I hadn’t even asked a name of yet. I leaned in, my chest against his, and breathed on his neck as we danced. His hands found their way onto my ass, and although a little shocked, I went with it, and licked his neck. He pressed his lower half into my pelvis, grinding into me, to the beat of the music.

I broke free of his grasp, and made my way to his back. I looked around for Stephan, and seeing he was watching, I snaked my hands around my partners neck, pulled him back into a kiss, and then seductively rubbed my hands down his back, stopping just above his ass, and made my way back to his front. I slowly got into a crouching position, and pulling up his shirt, ran my hands over his stomach. He in turn did the same. I gasped, what was I doing? Alright, if he goes any further than that I’ll end things. I grabbed his hands, and put them at my waist, and again danced, this time a little less wildly.

I found myself glancing back at Stephan the entire time I spent on the dance floor. He hadn’t once asked me to dance, his entire evening spent with this blonde he just met. ‘Well, he did just meet you too ya know’ I then told myself to shut up and continued dancing with the man I learned was Erik. A familiar song sounded through the speakers. Deep Enough, by Live. ‘Shit’ I said to myself. This was a rather, sex inspired, and inspiring song. I started to walk away from Erik, but he grabbed my hand, and whispered in my ear.

“One more dance, love. I’m off soon.” I shrugged and continued to dance with him.

He seemed to be growing braver with each passing song, and often felt me up, through my shirt though, so I let it be. I had after all, felt him up first. I chuckled to myself. I had never done anything like this before.

Soon, I found Erik was sneaking his hand under my shirt. I’d slap it away if it went too far, but soon he stopped caring, and his hand found it’s way into my pants. Pissed off, I pushed him away, and screeched.

“This is a public place asshole. I’m not like that.” And stalked off. I decided I needed a bathroom, and found my way towards the back of the club.

I splashed some water on my face, after I had done my business, and left the restrooms, to find Erik waiting for me.

“What?” I asked, and walked past him towards the crowds again.

He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into his chest.

“Piss off will you? I’m done for the night. Thank you for the dances, but I’m tired, and I’m leaving.”

Erik wouldn’t release my wrist, and I started to worry.

“Think you can tease a guy like that all night, and then leave him hanging?”

I glared at him. “Yes, that is my right thank you. Now let go of my wrist.”

His grip tightened and I really started to worry, no one would hear me over the music if I needed help, and the hallway was very dark.

I pulled away again, this time harder, and I fell to the ground, bumping my head against the wall.

“Ouch, shit! Asshole.” I started to get up, but he knelt down, and pinned me against the wall.

With one hand behind my back, and being pressed so hard against the wall, I only had one hand to defend myself with. I screamed for him to get off me. He put a hand over my mouth, and with his free hand, he tore at my shirt. I closed my eyes, wanting to forget what was going on, when suddenly the weight against me was gone. I cracked one eye open to see a man pushing Erik against the wall, cursing at him. After some time Erik was allowed to slink silently away, and the man turned for me to discover his identity.

I grinned, and he offered me his hand. I accepted, and he pulled me up, inspecting me almost, for injuries.

“You okay?” I sighed.

“Yea, I’m okay, a little shook up maybe. Thanks Stephan.” He smiled.

“No problem Cat. Come on.” And he led me out of the dark hallway to the table we were seated at. He called out to everyone.

“Hey, guys. I’m going to take her home, alright.” Arion shook his head.

“Keys, cab man! You’ve been drinking.” Stephan handed Arion his keys, and then he and I walked out of the club.

I let out a huge breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding back, when we exited the club, and hit fresh air.

“Ahhh, I can breath.” I whispered.

Stephan chuckled. “Yeah, it is a bit stuffy in clubs at times.”

And he winked.

“So um, let’s see. How did you know I wasn’t fucking that guy in the hallway?” I grinned.

He rolled his eyes.

“Well, for one, what happened out on the dance floor. I saw you push him away, and storm off looking rather pissed off. Then there was the fact he wouldn’t let your wrist go, and then the falling. You just looked in need of a bit of assistance milady.”

I stared at him, which I noticed I hadn’t done since I was staring on the dance floor.

“Milady? Nice! Very debonair.” Stephan bowed in front of me, taking my hand in his, and kissed my knuckles.

I giggled like a little girl, and hated myself for it.

“Of course milady, what else would you expect from moi?”

I shook my head and mumbled

“Rock star.” He laughed, and waved to the cab that drove by.

Once we were in the cab, everything went silent, and for a time I thought he had maybe fallen asleep. I searched through my wallet in my pants pocket to see if I could cover the fare, when he spoke up.

“I’ve got that. Hey, I’m sorry about the club, that chick just latched onto me, and I couldn’t get away. I wanted to ask you to dance all night.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s okay.”

The remained of the ride I spent staring out the window in thought, I guess he did the same, cause he didn’t attempt conversation again.

The cab pulled up to my home, and Stephan got out, and came around to my door, which I was half out of, and offered me his hand.

“Stop being such a gentleman. You’ll give me the wrong idea about rockstars.”

He yawned, and then laughed.

“Yeah, that we’re decent human beings? Wouldn’t want that aye?”

I shook my head.

“No sir. Anyway, thank you, so much for the evening. Despite that jerk, it’ll be a night to remember for some time.”

Stephan smiled, and held his arm out to me. I blinked, stared, then I linked my hand through his, and he walked me to the door.

The cab driver called out the window.

“Hey, what about my money?” Stephan turned around.

“Oh, I’m not staying here. I’ll be back.” Stephan walked me to my door, and I rumaged through my cargo pants for my keys.

Finding then, I unlocked my door, to be greeted by my puppy Paris.

“Hey, back you.”

I shut the door leaving only a crack opened, and turned to Stephan.

“Um, well, thanks.” I went to walk in when he touched my arm.

“Wait, you have paper, and something to write with?”

I looked at him questioningly, and then shrugged to myself.

“Yeah, want to come in for a sec? I’ll try to find something.”

He nodded, and I opened the door a crack more, and picked Paris up. Stephan stepped in then thinking, turned around to the cab and put his index finger up to indicate he’ll be a second.

I put Paris down once Stephan had shut the screen door, and she ran up to him, sniffing his leg.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Paris.” He knelt down to pet her.

“She’s cute, Paris Hilton?” I shuddered.

“Hell no. Paris, Trojan prince.” He shook his head.

“Ahh, cute.”

Finding a paper and pen, I returned to the front room, and handed them to him. He tore it in half, and handed me a piece. He started scribbling on his half, and then handed me the pen.

I looked at him and he seemed to understand the look cause he spoke.

“Your number Cat. Write it down for me please?”

“Oooh! Okay, yea, sure.” I did as he asked, and he handed me the paper he had written on.

He crossed the space between us, and hugged me.

“Goodnight Catrina. Call me, or else I’ll call you, whatever.”

I shook my head yes, taking in his scent one last time, before he would likely walk out of my life forever, with the exception of maybe concerts. He released me, and then left. I watched him walk down the path from my house, get into the cab, and wave goodbye. The cab pulled away, and I in a dazed and exhausted state, crashed on the living room couch.
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