Her Blue Sky (Book1)

Eight

Sky

What can I say? The girl’s f*****g perfect! Not only is she a gorgeous little thing, but she’s also talented, smart, funny, a kick-ass composer, a musician, and an amazing singer. I was having so much fun hanging out and working with her that I didn’t even realize how hungry we both were until her stomach decided to make itself known with a loud growl. Hence, the burgers and fries rush at the downtown diner. Oh, did I also mention that she’s awesome for not giving a damn about what she eats? I'm not being a sexist or anything, but the girls I'd gone out with would order a salad and basically anything that's as light as water which I find ridiculous. But James though, she’s been devouring a double-decker, greasy fries, and chocolate milkshake like a seven-foot dude for the past fifteen minutes. A girl after my own heart.

“Girls must really hate you right now,” I smirked. “Huh? Why?” I pointed at all the food in front of us. “You eat for two people, but you have the body of a thirteen-year-old boy. With great t**s and ass, of course. That’s a compliment by the way.” She gawked then crossed her arms over her chest pouting. f*****g cute! “First of all, I haven’t eaten anything for the whole day! And second, nobody warned me that a certain someone becomes a tyrant when he’s working.” I clutched my chest pretending that I felt offended. “Well, the tyrant tends to forget to eat when he’s busy, so maybe little miss princess should remind him or tell him she needs sustenance.” She threw a fry at me and stuck her tongue out and I full-on laughed at her antics. Again, f*****g cute.

“I have a really stupid question that I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time now,” I stated on our drive back to my house. “What’s that?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “Is there a meaning to your name?” She threw her head back and laughed so hard that she started tearing up. “You’re right it’s a stupid question, but yes, it somehow has meaning. Not a good one though,” she answered. “Do tell.” I coaxed. “It’s a funny story actually. I was named after James Hetfield” I looked at her grinning from ear to ear. “James Hetfield as in from-.” she smiled and we said Metallica in unison. “Yup! The one and only. My father was being all Transporter and s**t driving my mom as fast as he can to the hospital after her water bag broke and Orion was playing in the car stereo all throughout, so my dad took it as a sign that I should be named after James Hetfield.” I guffawed at her story. Big G has always been full of surprises and antics, but this? What a freaking riot.

“f**k! Here I was, thinking that your father was just into guy names, turns out he just believed in signs.” I passed her the cigarette that we’re sharing yet again and she took a congratulatory puff before passing it back to me. “Also, they actually didn’t know that I was going to come out as a girl. I think it had something to do with the ultrasound. Maybe I was giving them the finger and they just assumed that it was my penis.” She shrugged. “Seriously?" I chuckled and she just shrugged. She’s f*****g nuts and I love how she’s the only girl who can make me laugh this hard.

We were still in good spirits when I pulled up to my house and by the time we were at the front door, I was wiping my tears away from excessively laughing my ass off. I pushed her in front of me letting her in first and I unconsciously placed my hand at the small of her back. She froze at the contact for a second before relaxing. Did I make her feel uncomfortable? Of course, I did. Even so, I didn’t bother removing my hand because that might make it more awkward I guess, so we continued walking just like that until we entered my studio. We worked for a couple of hours more before calling it a night then I walked her to the door. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, but I’ve run out of excuses to prolong her stay, so I reluctantly accepted the idea of her going home.

“So, same time tomorrow or?” she asked turning to face me just as we reached the threshold. I smiled at the thought of seeing her again soon. “Yeah! same time, same place.” I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek lingering for a bit this time before stepping back to look at her. “Mmkay...” she huffed and my smile widened at the sight of her going red. She shook her head at me and rolled her eyes before turning to leave. “Drive safe, babe!” I called out teasing her some more. She didn’t say anything back and just waved her hand on her way to her car. I watched her drive away for a while before going back inside.

Later that night, I was delighted to see that she has sent me a text after I got out of the shower.

James: I was thinking...

Me: Ooohhh! A clickbait. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?

James: Should we call on the guys tomorrow to make things easier and faster?

I was a bit disappointed with her thought process, though admittedly, it’s a smart move to do that. However, I’m not ready to share her awesomeness and attention with anyone yet, so nope!

Me: Nah... I’ve already sent the demo, and besides, it’s way too early to do that. We still have a month. They’re also busy with stuff, so they don’t have time.

Surely, that was total BS. I haven’t sent a damn thing to anyone and they’re not doing anything at all.

James: If you say so.

Me: Getting bored with just me to hang around with?

James: Is this the part where I’m supposed to say; Of course not.

Me: Just about.

James: Yeah, not gonna happen. Good night, Sky!

Me: Ouch! You wound me. Goodnight babe! (winky emoji)

I’ve thought about James for a number of hours before falling asleep. My thoughts mainly consisted of how I had survived all these years knowing she’s been around without even trying to get to know her or what her thoughts are of me then and especially now. One thing’s for sure though, daughter of the boss or not, I think I’m finally ready to make a move on her.