Falling Down(2)

By: Anne Mercier



"Suck it."

"If you had something to suck…" She breaks off with a shrug and a smirk as we step up to the counter to order.

I order Sera's large cup of caffeine and for myself I order an Americano with vanilla syrup, extra sweet, with two creams.

As we wait for our order there's a commotion in the center seating area near the flight boards.

"Huh, I wonder which celeb is flying today," Sera questions.

I shrug. It's not uncommon to see celebrities pass through Chicago, I've just never seen one up close and personal.

"Maybe it's someone sexy like Taylor Lautner." She wiggles her eyebrows at this and I can't help but smirk.

"Doubtful. It's probably some old dude or a model," I start to ramble as I hand Sera her coffee and pay. I head off to the side to stir in extra sugars and creamer. "Maybe it's Miley. Or the Biebs," I say with a snort.

Sera taps my arm a couple times.

"What?" I look over at her. She's standing there with her coffee halfway to her mouth, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.

"What's going on?"

"L-look," she points.

I turn and I nearly drop my coffee. All the air in my lungs has been sucked out in some sort of vacuum and I can't breathe. I grab Sera's arm and make some incoherent sound that sounds like, "unh". She must get what I'm saying because she responds with, "I know!"

"Unh!"

"I know! Wow. Did you conjure him up looking for His Sexiness? You should go ask for his autograph."

No way. Uh-uh. I, Luciana Russo, am a chicken. I can't even move at this point. Hell, I can't even speak. I'm sure he wouldn't understand "unh".

"You have to, Lucy. You've wanted to meet Jesse Kingston since we were in seventh grade! This is your one and, probably, only shot."

She's right, but I can't move. I don't even have a pen. I must be talking normally now because she thrusts a pen and paper in my face. Then she grabs my arm and drags me to where he's standing.

"Unh." Guess not, she just knows.

Okay, you're probably wondering who the hell Jesse Kingston is and what the big deal is. Let me tell you. Jesse Kingston is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive the last three years running. He's tall, dark and delicious. He's sex on a stick. He's the lead singer of Falling Down and has the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I kid you not, his voice is deep and gravely and sends chills down my spine, goosebumps all over my body, and moisture between my thighs. Oh yeah, that's Jesse Kingston. Okay--back to the hottie that has my mouth and body in zombieland.

I wipe around my mouth, checking for any signs of drool. Oh God. My heart is going eleventy billion miles an hour, I've got tummy flips going on, and my girlie parts are tingling--all this because he's within twenty feet of me? If he touches me I'll likely spontaneously combust.

"Jesse!" Sera calls out.

Unh. She tugs me along behind her as she walks over to him. Oh. My. God.

"Ladies. How are you today?" Oh that smile.

"Good, we're good," Sera says as she smacks my arm. I give some semblance of a smile which I'm sure looks hideous. I'm such an idiot. His mouth kicks up into a grin--dimples!

My gaze zeroes in on his piercings. He's got a hoop in his eyebrow and another through his bottom lip. Could he be any sexier? Yes, yes he could. How you might wonder? Well, he's wearing a tight black Chevelle t-shirt and worn, faded, and ripped jeans along with a pair of scuffed black boots. Hot! Both of his arms are full of tattoos that I wish I could focus on, maybe trace with my tongue, but, well, zombieland and I'm not so sure my tongue on his body would be welcome at this point.

Sera rolls her eyes at me. "You're traveling alone?"

He nods. "The band is in L.A."

She pouts. I know she was hoping to see Falling Down's lead guitarist and Jesse's brother, Ben Kingston. Sera started crushing on him in tenth grade when they came out with their third album that was a bit harder than their previous ones. Her favorite song to date is My Fantasy which was the title song off of that album and spent thirty-seven weeks at the top of the charts.

"My friend, Lucy, would like to get your autograph." I stand there frozen.

"Is that so, Lucy?"

Still frozen. I refuse to try to speak. I don't want to "unh" in front of him. This is embarrassing enough.

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