The epic kiss between Benji and I happened two days ago, and since then things have been very hectic. I woke up that morning and went straight to work getting the suite together while the boys were still asleep on the bus. As soon as Benji and Joel got up they went to a few local clubs to film some episodes of their show on MTV called �All Things Rock�. After that Benji and Tony disappeared until just before the concert. Tony had a new tattoo when they returned, so I�m guessing that�s where they went. When the show was over Benji and Joel went with Tony to the airport. By the time they got back to the hotel I was already asleep.
Yesterday was less eventful. They guys only had one interview and a couple of radio spots to tape, so they had plenty of down time. I tried talking to Benji about the kiss but that didn�t turn out how I had planned. The first chance I had to talk to him was in the dressing room just before the show. I pulled him aside and said the classic phrase, �about the other night��, expecting him to jump right in the conversation and explain the reason behind him kissing me�but he didn�t. He just stood there looking at me blankly. Then he said �what about it?� When I realized he either a.) didn�t remember which night I was referring to or b.) he didn�t view the kiss as anything major to discuss, I said �never mind� and walked away. I haven�t made any attempt to speak to him since. If he talks to me I reply with the shortest possible answer I can manage.
Its not that I�m mad at Benji for not making a big thing out of the kiss, its just that�who am I kidding I am mad. I�m mad at Tony for insisting that I like Benji and implying Benj might like me too. I�m mad at Benji for kissing me and going to sleep, then choosing not to talk about it (or forgetting about it which ever the case may be). And I�m mad at myself for�no I�m still mad at Tony for saying I like Benji because if he wouldn�t have pointed it out I wouldn�t have realized how much I really do like him and then I wouldn�t be in this mess to begin with.
Right now Billy, Joel, Benji, Paul, Jake and I are on our way to do an interview with Teen People magazine at the design studio of one of TRIPP NYC�s top clothing designers. Originally Jake and I weren�t suppose to be here and the interview was to take place at our hotel, but that all changed when the talent coordinator from the Teen People Choice Awards called yesterday and asked if GC would mind filling in for Blink-182 and perform at their awards show.
I guess the boys were invited months ago just to attend the event but they declined the invitation in order to schedule a show. Performing on national television was too good of an offer to pass up, so Steve canceled the concert scheduled for that night and told the talent guy from Teen People that GC would accept the performance spot. Being the awesome and thoughtful road manager Steve is (that will be the first, last, and only time I say that) he also managed to over dramatize the fact he had to cancel a show. In exchange the talent coordinator arranged for all 4 boys to each bring a guest (something not offered before with the original invitation) and custom designed outfits by a TRIPP NYC designer. Steve also managed to get Jake and I signed up as seat fillers and we get to walk the red carpet too! We�re going with the guys to get outfits for ourselves, unfortunately we have to pay for ours. Anyways, since Teen People was going to interview GC for their magazine anyways and they are paying for the guy�s clothes for the awards show, they decided to do the interview at the TRIPP NYC studio. They�re gonna take pictures while their at it and make it a cover story. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.
We pulled up in front of an old brick building and stepped out of the limo. A petite blonde stood on the steps to the main entrance. She introduced herself as Clove, not her given name I�m guessing, and showed us to where the interview and fitting were to take place. The photographer and staff writer were already there waiting for the boys and introductions were made. I�m not gonna even pretend I remember their names, after awhile all the photographers and writers tend to blur together.
Moments later Clove escorted Jake and I to a back room. It was filled with racks upon racks of clothes, definitely a compulsive shoppers dream.
�The one good thing about coming to the studio instead of going to the store is you get your pick of the lot.�
�We can choose whatever we want?� Jake tried to hold back his excitement but wasn�t doing very well at it.
Clove shook her head. �Yep. You�re paying for it.�
�You�ll have to excuse Jake, he hasn�t had much time to shop lately with our hectic schedule. I think he�s going through withdrawals.�
�Its understandable.� She smiled at Jake. �Well�um, the dressing area is over in that corner behind those taller racks�and�have at it.�
Like sugar-deprived kids in a candy store Jake and I began rummaging through the racks stuffing our makeshift dressing rooms with outfits. While Jake was busy finding what he calls �gangsta wear�, I went for a few formal type dresses and a few not so formal for �shock value only� ones.
One by one I began trying each outfit on. Jake and I decided to try everything on and pick out our 3 favorite outfits then model them for each other and choose what to wear.
I had tried on a forth of what was in my room when the curtain was pulled back and Benji appeared in the doorway. Quickly I pulled the strapless dress I had just slipped on up and held it against my chest.
�Can I help you?�
Benji cracked a smile. �I�m beyond help.� If that isn�t the understatement of the century.
�Well then can you at least make yourself useful and zip me up.�
Benji stepped in and pulled the curtain shut. He reached around me and slowly pulled up the zipper, not removing his eyes from mine the entire time. He slid his hands down to either side of my waist and pulled me up to his body, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and began kissing my neck from just bellow my chin down to my exposed collar bone. For a second I got lost in the moment and wrapped my arms around his neck encouraging him to get closer, but then I remembered what happened before.
�Benji�Benj�stop�stop.� I whispered while pushing on his shoulders to move away. He finally stepped back and looked at me clueless. �We�re not gonna do this again.�
�Do what?� Okay so at least I know the clueless-ness isn�t an act.
�This.� I stressed. �You and me kissing at completely random moments when its convenient for you, and with no explanation.�
A shocked and slightly irritated look claimed his face. �You don�t like me kissing you? I�ve never had any complaints before.�
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was about to say. �No I don�t mind you kissing me, actually the idea of your body being close to me in any way at all has been very desirable to me in the past couple of days. But�I�m not gonna be the girl you use to ease your pent up sexual frustration. That�s what you have groupies for.�
�Amy what are you talking about?�
�What am I talking about! I�m talking about how you kissed me the other night and then acted like it never happened and now you come in here doing the same thing which you�ll��
My words were smothered by Benji�s lips on mine. When he pulled away he placed his fingertips on my lips to keep me quiet.
�I kissed you the other night because I wanted to kiss you. Amy Hart�not because I have any sexual frustration. If I just wanted to kiss anyone I would�ve picked a groupie who would worship me not criticize me when I don�t discuss and over analyze what happened.�
A smile spread across my face under his fingers. He really does like me. He wants to kiss me. I reached up and pulled his hand from my mouth.
�Your such a guy.�
�So does that mean�� I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my level covering his lips with mine. �I�ll take that as a yes.�
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