Chance Love ch4

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"Something wrong, dear?" mom asks one evening at dinner.

"Hmm? Wrong?"

"You look blue, I thought you'd set up your band already," dad adds.

"I guess..." I say playing with my food.

"So who did you pick in the end?" mom asks and they both look interested. It gets annoying when they get all responsible and caring... it's nice but at a time like this...

"Anya on base, this girl at school, Svenja as vocalist and her sister on keyboard. I'm the second guitar, of course."

"And?" dad insists.

"Who's your drummer?" Mom urges.

This is why I didn't want to tell them... "Helene..."

"Helene?" Dad repeats confused.

"As in... Helene you had that fight with?" Mom says trying to confirm their suspicion.

"The very one..." I say with a sigh. "We worked out an understanding."

Good thing I never told them why we had that 'huge fight'. If they knew, they would have put a restraining order in place to keep her away. Not that I didn't consider doing it too... but then I wouldn't have my band now, would I?

"Are you sure about this, Rina?" mom asks.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, I got it covered," I answer, trying to make my tone sound as confident as possible.

Still, what am I worried about? After all, the past week we've been practicing after school like crazy, we're still a bit out of sync but we're getting there. For a band only seven days old, things are going pretty good. Helene's kept her hands to herself and Svenja's not displayed her affection towards me in public and her sister seems pretty cool too. So all in all... things are good, I don't have anything to worry, right?

"Alright, gang, that's it for today," I say late Sunday afternoon after another long practice session.

"I'm still not getting those notes right," Svenja complained.

"What are you talking about? You're brilliant," Anya argued.

"She could use some improvement," Klara countered. "But she's not used to this type of tonality."

That comment actually makes her even sadder. I'm beginning to notice that Klara has a critical view on her own sister but at the same time she's trying to be kind about it at the same time, which is weird. But that's between them so I don't have any right to butt in.

"See you tomorrow," Anya says kissing me on the cheek.

Helene leaves too but after a brief talk, Svenja leaves alone while her sister stays back to watch her leave then she turns to look at me with the same scrutinizing gaze she gave me the first day she walked into my garage. It's a bit scary...

"Show me your room," she demands, though she tries to keep her tone casual.

"W-what?" I stammer.

"Before this band goes any further I want to know what kind of people will be hanging around my sister. That Helene I can read well enough but you are the band leader so it's you I must do a thorough search on."

The finality in her voice combined with that look in her eyes leaves no room for argument so I lead her inside and up the stairs to my room. She walks in slowly, looking around carefully to examine every detail of mess that is my room... I can tell from the beginning she doesn't like what she sees. However, her eyes stop on the old poster, my favourite poster, my inspiration... I just bet she's going to comment something about it.

"I liked her recent work with the Blackhearts but I say she revolutionised rock music for women with the Runaways..."

I freeze... those are my thoughts exactly. I never expected I would have something in common with a person like her. My heart suddenly starts beating faster than normal. I haven't felt like this since my early days with Helene...

She turns to look at me and the moment our eyes meet, hers widen and her mouth opens slightly and colour fills her cheeks.

"D-don't look at me like that," she stutters turning her head.

"I can't help it," I reply and my body moves me closer and closer to her.

We're inches apart but she doesn't move. Our eyes meet again and stare at each other but a last bit of self control and restraint keeps me from going further, it would only complicate things. She, however, has other plans and puts a hand on the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss. But not just any kiss... she could compete with Helene on her best days.

But just as suddenly, she pulls away and takes a few steps back.

"I-I shouldn't have done that..." she says and tries to leave but I grab her hand and pull her into a second kiss. My restraint disappeared the moment she kissed me.

We don't get any further than that because her phone rings. She doesn't answer and just leaves in a hurry.

Later that evening, the sound of taping suddenly wakes me and when I open my eyes I see Helene at my window. I hurry to open before someone calls the police.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask trying not to raise my voice.

She doesn't answer and kisses me without warning. I try to push away while I still have some control over myself but when she puts her hand under my top and starts feeling me up I slowly give in and lie back down in bed with her on top going even further. Damn that eel she has in her mouth.

It's not surprise when I wake up in the morning and she's not there.

"Geez... like a freaking booty call..." I mumble feeling annoyed mostly at me for giving in again.

After a quick breakfast I go outside where I find Anya already waiting for me on her scooter.

"Morning sunshine," she says smiling then plants a long kiss on my lips.

"What was that for?" I ask mildly surprised.

"Just felt like it," she replies and starts the engine. "Do you think we're ready for this Friday?"

"I think so..."

Or at least I hope so... we've been practising hard and we get better every day but still... the other bands will have had months, years of practice together. We won't even have two weeks.

"Rina?" Svenja asks snapping me in attention at lunch. I hid in the music room to get away from everyone... how the heck did she find me?

"How the heck did you fine me?"

"Oh I just stumbled onto you..." she answers plainly. Yeah... I'll bet. "Are you alright?"

"I'm just worried about the battle this Friday... your voice is great and all but other bands will have the advantage of being together for longer..."

"Well, even if we lose, we can just try again, right?"

"I'm not really fond of the losing part of your plan," I mumble.

"We'll be great, I'm sure of it," she says changing tactics.

"It's not us doing great, it's the others doing better..."

"Just you wait, we'll be the best band out there!" she says encouragingly. "You don't have anything to worry about."

Somehow I'm not so optimistic so I sit there with a gloomy face until she cups my face with her hands and starts kissing me. I don't care how wrong this is or that I kissed her sister last night, this is exactly what I need so I respond then wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. Good kissing must run in the family, though she still needs a little work. But I'm not satisfied with just that and my hand starts to move around her body, caressing her, until it reaches her bosom. The moment I squeeze her, despite me being gentle, she gasps and breaks the kiss, her face turning red.

"So you wouldn't have a problem kissing me all day long but the moment I start touching you, you turn red?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

She says nothing but lowers her head looking embarrassed... God she's cute when she does that! If she's bothered by being touched, maybe I should start getting her out of her little shell. I take my top off, good thing I picked a day to wear a bra but her eyes still widened so much they almost pop out when she sees me. I take her hand and place it on top of my left breast and she squeezes, out of instinct maybe, a brief moan escapes my throat. She tries to retreat her hand but I hold her gently then squeeze myself with along with her hand.

"How does that feel?" I ask, my pulse starting to race.

"G-good..." she mutters.

Thinking she's relaxed I grab her chest again but when I squeeze she gasps again and releases me. "Fine... too soon then," I say then pull her in for a kiss, without putting my shirt back on.

At least she manages to calm me down by the time we're done. Walking home I feel a bit better about the band contest. Maybe not how she planned to do it, but lil miss... Svenja managed to cheer me up. Who would have thought?

"Oh Rina!" mom calls as I'm about to walk up. "A friend of yours came by earlier."

"Who?" I ask, for a moment I fear she means Helene but I doubt mom would call her 'friend'.

"She's upstairs waiting for you," she answers and goes back to her work.

Who would be a 'friend' enough for mom to just let them up to my room? The answer hits me like a ton of bricks, Klara. The moment our eyes meet colour rushes to her cheeks... I think mine too.

"What are you doing here?" I ask closing the door.

"I just wanted to make it clear that no one is to find out about... about what happened," she says nervously.

"Any particular reason?" I ask walking  towards her.

"N-not really," she says backing away. "Just don't tell anyone, alright? Especially Svenja," she adds but she bumps into my bed and falls backwards on it.

Seeing her like that I can't help it and lie on top of her before she can get up. Naturally she tries to protest but I put an end to it when I start kissing her mouth and neck while my hands are kneading her bosom. And she responds in a big way, her hands going under my shirt, caressing my back.

'Nothing to worry about? I'm officially romantically involved with every single one of my band members. I have everything to worry about...' I think before pleasure takes over my sense.