Chapter 7

Mic and Gia were led off to a side entrance and down a long concrete tunnel past doors which Mic noticed one said dressing room, until they were led into a big room that had a stereo system, couches and a bar in the corner, a scattering of girls that were dressed a lot trashier than them were littered around the room."Jesus, groupie central" Mic muttered as they were left in there. Mic couldn't help but notice how much alcohol was in the corner.

"So it seems, Damn Mic does that mean those idiots think We're like that?" She glanced around her nerves stretched taunt, as she scanned the room. Taking Mic's hand she pulled her towards the bar and leaned against the wall there. For some odd reason touching that one wall seemed to ease the knots her belly was tying itself into. "I think I need a drink."

Richie eased under the hot spray that always felt like heaven at the end of the day. Leaning back against the steamed porcelain tiles a jolt shot through his body. He spun around and eyed the wall touching it again with his hand, and had the same thing happen again. What the hell?

Gia jerked as if shocked and bit back a low moan. Pressing harder against the wall she closed her eyes and waited. "Mic, seriously get us a drink." Her voice was whisper soft as she fought the sensations tugging at her soul.

Mic nodded, confused as she watched her friend. She was doing the weird spaced out thing again. She searched the room but nothing seemed out of place, the dark headed man of the visions was not in the room at least. God I hope he's not mind plaguing her if he's that sort of Shimulo was her only thought. She grabbed two beers from the counter as a young brunette wearing practically nothing sauntered up to her. "Which one are you after?" she asked Mic with a sly grin.

Mic shook her head "None of them, why who are you after?" she humored the girl.

She giggled "Jonny of course, he's sooo sexy, and gawd you've seen those pants, imagine what's in them" she wiggled her eyebrows. Mic rolled her eyes and walked back to Gia and handed her a beer.

"Well that ones after Jonnyyy," Mic drawled dramatically.

Gia glanced at the giggling girl, "and just which one is Jonnyyyyy?" She shrugged as the girl tittered and looked at her like she was nuts. Upon hearing the words lead singer she glanced at Mic with a ONE down one to go expression.

Jon took a long pull of his beer and continued his shower. His blue eyes closed as the heat of the water washed away the exertions of the show. He wanted to see if Miss Bright Blonde was as hot as her stare promised. Stepping from his shower he glanced over to see Richie rubbing the wall distractedly. Man he was just getting weirder and weirder.

"Yo Bro! Fuck quit making out with the wall, We got GIRLS in the other room you know."

Richie frowned "I wasn’t making out with the wall JON" he said grabbing the towel off the rack and loosely slinging it around his waist. Richie picked up the beer and watched Jon splash on a copious amount of cologne."Easy tiger, you don't want to fumigate her" he winked

A middle finger flipped upwards as Jon pulled his shirt on. "So says the man who was feeling up a wall." He shook his head and stepped out into the corridor and turned towards the sounds of the party.

Gia straightened, the need to hug the wall vanishing as swiftly as it had come over her. ""So Mic, how you liking the party so far."

Mic sipped her beer slowly "Oh its just great Gia, I cant wait till the band come in, then we can watch them all descend on those guys like flies to honey.”

"Yeah well we'll just stand back here and watch." Gia flashed a quick smile, suddenly in no hurry to figure out her current mysterious visions.

As predicted as soon as the doors opened and a clan of men entered the room people were all over them "Richie, Jonny, Alec" they heard cries of as they watched the guys all smile and give them hugs and kisses.

Mic watched the blonde one with interest until the dark one that had been Gia's recent subject of interest looked up and saw them flashing them a smile and nudging the blond one who also looked up. "Oh boy here they come," Mic whispered as she noticed the dark one's eyes fixated on her friend then began a quick glide through the crowd to get where they were, his shaggy blondish companion in tow.

Richie walked over to the girls switching his mind off of the dozen girls that were trying to get his attention. There was only one he wanted to meet, and her beauty once again transfixed him as he grabbed Jon's arm and pulled him with him to where the girls were standing all alone.

"Well what are you two pretty ladies standing here alone?" he asked with a cheeky smile. Damn f the air didn't feel thick again, almost like invisible mist in the dreams he'd been having.

Gia arched a brow, "Watching the flies swarm to what they call honey." She leaned back against the wall, her gaze flickering upwards to encounter the familiar brown eyes of her dream. "And you?"

Richie chuckled "Well us flies do love sweet honey, don’t we Kidd," he teased.

"Oh honey has it's bonuses Richie." Jon grinned as his gaze moved over his choice of blonde for the evening. Leaning in closer to Mic he whispered, "And who might you be?"

Gia shivered as she heard his name for the first time. Her heart began to flutter as he moved in closer, his very presence seeming to seep into her very pores.

Mic looked into those damn crystal clear blue eyes again and nearly lost herself, "Mic, Michalea, and you?" she asked quizzically.

Richie leaned in "What's your name darlin'? I'm Richie" his brown eyes took in all of her, the soft sweet scent of her skin, her spellbinding green eyes and her curvaceous body.

Her mind derailed as he got closer and his smooth as sin voice washed over her. "Gia. Gia Carey."

Her eyes flickered over his face and along his body quickly. Damn he was so tall, so dark, a work of slender muscular perfection. She closed her eyes and centered herself as her soul reached out to his, and found nothing but confusion and worry over half formed dreams. Well that didn't make sense, why was he in her visions then? Opening her eyes she once again became swept away in the swirling pools of brown.

Jonny slid in closer to the bright blonde and dipped his head closer to her ear. "Jon, I'm Jon." He couldn't resist a taste of her skin, his lips nipping her ear lobe before pulling away. "What brings you here Mic?"

Richie felt almost a like rushing breeze was flowing over him, it was odd, but soon passed over him and he felt normal again. He watched her reopen her eyes at the same time that the feeling had subsided, well that was strange."Well pleased to meet ya Gia darlin, I hope you enjoyed the concert." Richie tried to keep it light but the trepidation that was still in the air kept him from totally dropping his guard.

Mic almost squealed as she felt warm lips on her ear lobe. Sidestepping she moved away from lips that were quickly becoming way too dangerous and turned around to face him. "Well Jon, contrary to what you are used to, I'm not going to be your popsicle tonight." She shot him a warning glance that was enhanced by a brilliant teasing smile.

He grinned as bright baby blues twinkled, "Am I gonna be yours?"

Gia's eyes flickered over to Jon and Mic and almost laughed until she felt her gaze pulled back to the one called Richie. "The concert was nice, very energetic even."

Richie's warm smile radiated off his lips. His eyes searched hers as he quickly lost himself in their curiously magical shade of green. Never had he seen such captivating eyes. His gaze started to travel down along her face before stalling on her pink luscious lips, as he again found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss them, his thoughts wandering to how sweet it would be to lick slowly along her neck to caress it with his tongue, until he.... "SHIT" Richie exclaimed as his eyes snapped back up to hers when he encountered the small bite mark on her neck. This couldn’t be happening, that was just a crazy dream wasn’t it? How did she have a bite right where he dreamed of biting her?