This week's words from 3WW are... wait, if I tell you you'll look for them and not pay attention to the story. Let's just say, I was glad I found a story that let me incorporate all three. Happy Earth Day! Read on-line, save a tree!
Camilla fist-bumped Janky. "Hey all, sorry I'm late."
"Home pregnancy test. Medicine cabinet."
Camilla flipped Nori the bird. "Watch it, we already got the mini-fridge."
"Cold, so cold." He put down his bass, went to the refrigerator for a beer. "Nice hardware."
Camilla touched her two new lip rings. "Thanks. A little swollen—"
"Anga—LEE—nah!" Janky shouted.
"What?" Camilla asked. She straddled a chair, helped herself to Stone's flask. Her eyes watered as she concentrated on the swallow.
Stone took the flask from her, brushed her fingers. Camilla tried to hide her gasp. He took a pull, wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist, his gaze intent on her mouth. Camilla wished she could hear his thoughts. He hadn't said anything to her about Tuesday night.
"What's the purpose?" he asked.
"You don't like?" Camilla pouted for Stone then turned to look anywhere but into his unreadable walnut eyes. "Is that really a turntable?"
Janky swiped her teal spikes with black-tipped fingers. "You know Bud. He saw a yard sale, went old school on us."
Camilla sighed. "So what random-assed band is this?" Bud gazed at the ceiling as he fingered the melody on the keyboard.
"No, really. I mean, pierced tongue has a purpose, but lip rings?" Stone shook his head.
"What do you care, gage-man? A dolphin could jump through those earlobes."
Bud stopped playing to stare at Camilla. "You're taking those out. Gig next Saturday and we've gotta have a look."
"Tell her." Janky closed her eyes, beat a complicated rhythm against the table.
"Hey, I know this one," Nori shouted.
"Indoor voice," Janky admonished.
"The song from 'Ghost'." Nori straddled behind Camilla, nuzzled her neck and sang, "I hunger, for, your touch."
Camilla elbowed his stomach, glanced at Stone. Maybe Nori's antics would get Stone jealous. Stone walked away from the table, picked up his guitar. She admired his molded butt, remembered how amazing it looked without skinny jeans. "Bud, lip rings stay in. They're part of my 'look'."
Janky continued drumming. "Not this gig. Tell her."
"Tell me what!"
Bud restarted "Unchained Melody". "This one is the couple's favorite song. We're learning it for their first dance."
"No, no, no. You didn't."
"Oh yes he did," Janky said. "Late bloomer, but he discovered Craig's List and got us—wait for it...." She drummed a fast roll. "...a wedding gig."
Camilla snatched Stone's flask, took a huge gulp. Nori laughed, Stone shrugged and Bud spoke. "Shut-up Janky. Listen. Camy. A gig's a gig. Plus I negotiated us dinner, drinks and an obscene amount of money."
Bud smiled, wide enough to crinkle his dimples into chasms.
"Two K. Worth learning the Righteous Brothers, don't you think?" Bud stood still as the song changed. "Oh! This one's important. 'Ebb Tide.' The bride's parents' wedding song. Apparently this wedding's also the 'rents twenty-fifth."
Stone picked up the album cover. "So what else do we have to learn?"
Bud changed the track. "This one. It was—is—the most played song on the radio. Ever."
Stone cocked his head at the opening lines, then stared at Camilla and chortled. "This song's for you!"
The other band members looked and laughed. "Oh man... I gotta hear that again!" Bud dropped the turntable's needle back to the beginning of the track.
Nori grabbed Camilla's arm, half-closed his eyelids and crooned, "You never close your eyes—" Stone, Janky and Bud joined in on "—anymore, when I kiss, your lips!"
"Ef you, all 'a you." Camilla sucked on her tongue, a trick to stop the tears. She expected them to mock her, but not Stone. "No Stone, this isn't my song. It's yours."
Janky did a double-take between the two. "Uh-oh. No. You two didn't. Shit!"
"What?" Nori asked.
Camilla ran out of the room to Janky's swearing. "They fucked each other, I don't believe it. Now we're fucked."
Camilla leaned against the closed bathroom door. She could hear the band members' murmurs. Janky's voice carried over the others. "You asshole. You know you don't shit where you eat, right? If your hormones blow this for us, I'll kill ya both!"
The knocks against the back of her head made her jump. "Camy? Open up."
"Never mind. Forget it."
"It's me, Bud."
"I know. You're the only one who calls me Camy." She couldn't hear the others.
"You coming out?"
Camilla opened the door, wiped her eyes. "Where is... um—"
"They'll be back. We'll practice later." She followed him to the band room.
Camilla picked at a loose thread on her strategically ripped tee. "Um, yeah. About that."
"No, uh-uh. You're not quitting over a stupid mistake."
"But I can't look at him, knowing—"
Bud gave her a fresh beer, then sat on the couch. She never noticed the tawny flecks inside his steel-colored eyes. He patted the cushion for her to join him. "Listen, this happens within bands. They don't break up over it."
"Fleetwood Mac. No Doubt. Rolling Stones."
Bud chuckled. "Just checking." He took a sip, then settled against the cushions, stretched almost horizontal. "It's just a part of the scene. Sex and drugs and rock 'n roll."
"Got any drugs?"
Bud smiled. She noticed his dimples again. "Why don't we keep it at two out of three."
Bud balanced his beer on his chest. "Hey, guess who sang back-up vocals on 'Lovin' Feelin'?"
Not that song, Camilla thought. She shrugged.
"Cher. Think you can handle it?" Bud raised his eyebrows. She knew he didn't mean vocals.
She sighed. "Sure. I'll get all throaty and buy a hair extension."
"You're hair's beautiful just the way it is." Camilla faced Bud, considered him. He offered her his knuckles. "Band?"
Camilla hesitated. "Yeah. Okay." She tapped his knuckles, then let her fist rest against his. "Band."