*DISCLAIMER: This story
is entirely fictitious; any similarities with real-life pop/rock bands,
radio stations and/or sexy bass players are purely coincidental.
Thank you.*
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Lori-Beth sat on the couch starring into the hazy red sunset and dreamed, she dreamed about the possibilities “What if… ah it could never happen”, she tried to put it out of her mind, but the thought kept coming back “What if…. she did win the ZN competition?” the thought flickered through her mind like an ancient reel of film (spice video). Okay, I will try once more she thought to her self, OMFG it is ringing. “IT’S RINGING”
“Hello ZN please state your name,” The monotone recording voice sounded. Lori-Beth wasted no time this was her chance “Lori-Beth Girl” she announced with the rep these girls have, she couldn’t help but be proud. She waited in anticipation as she was put through to the morning crew. “Hi Lori-Beth, get all the 8 items in order and you will be going to L.A babee-e-e-e-e to spend a night in the ‘Visor Room’ chilling with everyone’s favourite band… ZEN!!!, go ahead” Pollyanna said in her usual over happy annoying voice (which Lori-Beth had to put up with for a whole 2 weeks for this competition). Okay, here goes nothing Lori-Beth braced her self as she knew that there was only a small possibility she would be right (But c’mon Lori-Beth’s are always right, and if she didn’t win why would this ‘fanfic’ be written?) So after she had won…*skips to the good bits*
OPTION? (Porn Star version)
Lori-Beth arrived at Auckland
airport in her blue convertible, wearing matching blue dirty dogs and corresponding
baseball cap, under which she had neatly tied her long mahogany hair in
a ruffled manner. After going through that awful saga of airport
mayhem she gracefully strutted onto the plane wondering to herself, “When
am I gonna see Zen?”
She found the first class
section (toilets for a small nation), when suddenly she heard a loud bang
she looked down to see a rather extremely overly large bag *sigh*
“Bean Campbell…”
She looked at him with a
rather chilled expression, it didn’t take long *i.e. 1-2seconds* for Bean
to ask…“Could you help me with my makeup bag?”
Lori-Beth’s expression did
not soften as the “rock star” struggled with his luggage. “Dick sucker”
she muttered as she pushed passed him and walked up the aisle, looking
from ticket to seat, seat to ticket…ticket to seat.
“Finally” her sweetly-glossed
lips exasperatedly murmured, as she sunk into her seat and closed her eyes.
Just as she felt the strains
of sleep setting in, she felt something soft brush against her mocha-coloured
skin…”Sorry” a not-so-overly-sexual voice cut into her thoughts…reliving
that night with Bricki Martin backstage at Backstreet Guys…as she felt
that sensual touch again on her arm, and her eyelids fluttered open like
a newly-hatched butterfly from a cocoon.
As her eyes adjusted to the
harsh cabin lights, she focused on the figure standing beside her.
“Excuse me” the voice murmured,
“is your seat 68?… Which would make the seat next to you 69…my favourite
number”…
“Oh god…can’t he just leave
me alone”, Lori-Beth thought, as the rather extremely overly large bag
connected with her silky smooth, mocha-stockinged legs.
“Sorry…” he murmured,
as his anorexic-alcoholic frame brushed over her and fell into the seat
beside her (69).
“Bean Campbell…I presume”.
Since Lori-Beth had the ‘pleasure’ of being seated next to a “pop-star”
for 11 hours she may as well try and make ‘conversation’.
(“Thank god for earphones…and
the live Zen commentary the whole way”). She threw her Pacific Wave
magazine on the floor in front of her.
As her eyes followed the
magazine to it’s final resting place on the floor, she found her eyes resting
on a black pair of Doc boots…black or darkest navy, she could not be sure.
Her eyes travelled upwards, taking in his dark denim jeans, resting on
his…poorly fitted belt. The navy blue of his shirt was perfectly
set off by the silver of the necklace that dangled around his well-toned
neck. As her eyes moved further up, they glanced over his le bret,
before meeting his deep, sensual hazel eyes, the windows to his soul.
“Finished undressing me
with your eyes?”, he said, as the subject of his sentence seemed to bore
into her soul.
“Not yet…but fancy joining
the Mile High Club?”
Bean looked at her searchingly
for a few seconds…it seemed as if he could see past her 14-year-old body
to the woman that lay beneath…
As Lori-Beth’s hand found
Bean’s *cough*, she heard him whisper “If I find you, will you find me
too?”, as she casually rose out of her seat and strutted to the bathroom.
Bean suddenly felt the need to meet the pilot of the “plane”…and ‘grudgingly’
got out of seat 69 to follow in Lori-Beth’s general direction. And
thus, what she thought would be a wonderful 11 minutes began…
*interlude, cue classy music*
If anyone really wants us
to continue we will…coz we didn’t get up to the Visor Room part yet *mmm
Dylan in non-visor shock*. Plus Natha, Astrid and Popeta still have
to make appearances…