♡yl♡ maggie felton | He's not a boy that you can change, nor should you want to ; He's not a boy that you can tame, don't let it taunt you

He's Not A Boy {by} The Like
 
FINALLY A [YL] story...I haven't written in forever! Laziness <3 I spent like two different days writing this ONE story so that's why it's all over the place. my apologies.
 
continued http://www.polyvore.com/yl_maggie_felton_we_could/set?id=67306611
 
event ; sightseeing/tour
location ; big ben,westminster abbey,home
with ; rod
outfit ; in set {back home} ; in the old set {sightseeing outfit}
hair ; picture above
makeup ; no makeup
mood ; accomplished, nervous
 
I shouldn’t be jealous. I’m not usually like this...I just don’t like people who invade my territory. Especially if it’s some british blonde with double d’s and high heels. All I needed was the accent and bra size. Life is so unfair.
 
Devon offered to take me back home, or anywhere away from Rod and the sl-t.
 
“No..it’s no use. He’ll be there eventually..” I frowned
 
“Then what should we do now?” he asked.
 
Why would he ask my something like that? I’m clueless. I’m a tourist. The entire point of this day was to explore...with Rod, but all I’m ‘exploring’ is my feelings.
 
“Take me somewhere...anywhere! Let’s have fun!” I said, smiling, making sure Rod was out of the way.
 
Rod turned back to us, making a fake ‘concerned’ face. The british b-tch made an impressed face as Devon and I walked into an alley. I kept my face serious, looking towards them, making sure both of them saw me perfectly. I kissed Devon’s neck and whispered in his ear. He didn’t seem to mind that I was using him for my Rod seducing plans. All he did was smile, talk, and kiss. We were like a human sandwich ; I was facing Rod, and he was facing the alleyway and everything inside it as we walked closer into it. Rod’s girl tried to make out with him, but he pushed her away in disgust. I couldn’t hear, but I assumed he mouthed the words: “What am I doing?!”
 
Devon and I were away from their view, “So where are we going?”
 
“We’re going downtown to get boozed up!!” he excitedly smiled at me
 
I was both excited and nervous...I just couldn’t see myself doing stuff like that if it wasn’t beside Rod or the band. I haven’t lived my life outside him...he is/was my life.
 
We walked our way into the building, an average sized bar with a little stage and seats scattered everywhere. They were definitely cleaner than the ones back in Riverside. Devon leaned on the counter and asked for bottles, and bottles of beer...oh, and more bottles.
 
It was barely 2 PM...which meant it was a little too early to drink. But that didn't matter, especially in the mood I’m currently in.
 
I took a bottle and swallowed it down, not even taking time to taste it, just swallowing it directly. Devon had this impressed look on his face, “Wow, you really are from America!”
 
I smiled , but that smile faded as I saw Rod walk in. I mean, Rod-in-disguise walked in the bar. He saw me and Devon just in time for our drunk kiss. I was in his arms, facing Rod, avoiding eye-contact as we locked lips, and my lipstick smudged all over him. Rod reached out for one of our may bottles to distract himself, while we were busy tongue twisting.
 
I was already getting tired, so I pushed back. “Maybe we should go somewhere private...”
 
“Like where?”
 
I pointed to the back of the room, where the seats were covered in curtains, and the stage was more visible. I could nearly see Rod who was spying on us, under those designer shades. He was a lonely fool, asking for drinks, with not many people noticing him, including the bartender.
 
An hour passed, and I was drunk. I’m pretty sure Devon wasn’t. He was too ‘mature’ for that. It was getting dark outside, and more people walked in. The bar was going to have some kind of singing night. Anyone who was drunk enough and wanted to sing, would get a chance to go onstage.
 
I was one of those people.
 
“Anyone wanna go first?” the bartender asked.
 
I stood up, gave Devon my empty bottle of beer, and adjusted my bra. Rod got up before I did.. He requested the song I named myself after. I had a bad feeling about this. The audience would probably realize it was him, the guy in the glasses was the rockstar from the 70’s. And then they’d scream and go after him, leaving me with nothing.
 
Enough with picturing mob scenarios in my head....
 
The music started playing, and I kept an extra mic in my lap, just incase I’m interrupted again...I sat with Devon in the front row. Rod and I were face-to-face.
 
“Wake up, Maggie, I think I’ve got something to say to you..” He sang the first two verses, and I got up, ready to continue...
 
“I know I keep you amused, but I feel I’m being used.” I sang, looking up at him.
 
‘Oh Maggie I couldn’t have tried any more...’ he sang in response, looking into my eyes, holding me uncomfortably close.
 
We took turns singing the song, and it seemed to fit us perfectly. The entire time, Devon cheered me on, not so content with Rod and I’s duet.
 
When the song ended, he took his glasses off. I was so drunk, I even made out with him. Like those passionate 20-minute long kisses seen in movies. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with my “Plan”, but I obviously just skipped /alot/ of ‘steps’. We walked out the backdoors of the bar and walked back home. I didn’t know if I’d ever see Devon again, but I don’t feel bad either. He’s just a “one-hit wonder” kind of friend...if that’s understandable.
 
I was still in shock when we arrived home. The house was empty, and I really didn’t feel like talking or doing anything, at least with Rod. I didn’t know if this relationship would become awkward, or he’d forget about me like his past girlfriends.
 
I walked into the room and curled up beside the window. I found some leftover beer and drank calmly, enjoying the view. I heard someone walk in ; probably Rod. So I acted like I didn’t hear his steps.
 
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
 
Before saying anything, I sipped my beer, “Just...tired.”
 
“No I’m actually homesick...” I took a deep breath, turning to him slowly
 
He sat with me, so close, I was afraid he could see the intimate scenarios playing in my head. I twitched and looked out the window, hoping he wouldn’t see the same images of him reaching for my bra straps or sliding his hand up my thigh. I wanted to be with him, but at the same time, I didn’t.
 
“I get homesick sometimes too.” he finally said after like, five minutes of staring at me like a total perv.
 
“But you’re here.” I replied in a serious voice
 
“You know, sometimes I’d like to be no one and have a real life...” He took a sip of my beer
 
“You’re kidding! You have everything...girls, money, fame, money, more girls, and more...I don’t understand..” I looked up at him.
 
“It’s not that easy, Maggie.” His eyes met mine, and he carried me to the bed.
 
What else happened last night with Rod?
 
I
 
don’t
 
remember.