So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 63: Backstage Shenanigans

Thursday, March 6, 2008

We all went backstage afterwards. Some of us followed our respective guys into their dressing rooms, and the rest went into the main room that was already set up with drinks and food and had soft music playing. As David and I went into his dressing room, Jon called out, “Leave the rest of your clothes on, wouldya, Jeeves?” Sam gave him a questioning glance, and he said, “Tell ya later,” and they disappeared into Jon’s dressing room.

“Jesus,” I said, blushing. “He’s not gonna let that drop is he?”

“Nope,” David said. “Don’t be surprised if you get a hamper or something in the mail.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “He said we were done with this payback battle. He starts a new one, and all bets are off.”

David shivered. “I’m glad you’re not using your powers of evil against me,” he said.

I just smiled.

“Right, Hath?” he said, getting worried.

“Of course, dear,” I said, crossing my fingers behind me.

David groaned. “What are you going to do?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” I said, laughing.

Jon burst in the room, bowl of blue M&Ms in his hand, and Sam trailing behind him. “What is this, Jeeves?” he demanded.

Exasperated, I looked at David. “Jesus, David; learn to lock a door, please!” I turned to Jon. “Uh, boss, that’s a bowl full of blue M&Ms, otherwise known as Smurf balls, as it says on the label,” I said sweetly. David and Sam just laughed.

“I distinctly remember saying I wanted only green ones in this bowl.” His eyes twinkled. He wanted to see how far I took it. He knows me too well, and it’s only been a day and a half.

“Well, if you want the frog-balls, they’re in the vanity, left side, bottom drawer,” I said triumphantly.

“Maybe it wasn’t green…” he trailed off, and I picked up, ticking off on my fingers.

“The RED ones are in the vanity, right side, top drawer. ORANGE ones are on the dressing table, under your newspaper. YELLOW ones are in the bathroom, under the sink. LIGHT BROWN ones are in the closet, in your left sneaker. DARK BROWN ones are in your guitar case, under the neck box. And, finally, the BLACK ones are in Sam’s bag.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “So there.”

He just gawped at me. Sam left the room, and came back with a bag full of black M&Ms. “How’d you do that?” Sam asked. “I’ve had my bag with me the whole time.”

I shook my head. “Not when you went to the bathroom after dinner,” I said.

“But this must be a pound or more of M&Ms. My bag doesn’t feel any heavier!” she exclaimed.

I went to David’s closet and pulled out my bag. “I have some of your stuff in here,” I said, and handed her a baggie full of stuff from her bag: an umbrella, key ring, and mp3 player.

“Son of a bitch,” she said, laughing.

“Now, Jon,” I said, purposefully using his name so he’d know I was invoking the night-rule, “Unless you want a front row seat to exactly how my panties wound up in the middle of the floor, I suggest you get your narrow little ass out of here.” I reached for the laces of my bustier, and pulled.

“Jesus, Hath” he yelled, and turned. “C’mon, Sam,” he said.

“Nah, I wanna watch,” she said with a wink.

“Well alright,” David said, and advanced on me. Jon scooped up Sam, and all but ran from the room, Sam laughing delightedly the whole way.

This time when David shut the door, he locked it.