I probably shouldn't do this since I'll be working on NaNoWriMo this coming month

[writefiction]

Title / Chapter: Puppy Love (01/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Fandom: Dog The Bounty Hunter
Pairing: Leland Chapman / OFC (sasha "alex" alexander)
Rating: PG-13 for a few swears
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Sasha "Alex" Alexander
Word Count: 2,467 (including song lyrics)
Summary: Sasha “Alex” Alexander is the singer, and only girl, of the band Love Drug. When their record company wants to send them to Hawaii to play a slew of shows, Alex jumps at the chance to go back to the only place she’s ever truly thought of as home. Back to the ohana who took her in when her wild side needed to be tamed. But after almost three years in New England will she be able to fall right back in with the family she has missed so desperately? Or will a promise between two love-sick kids be broken?

 

SONG CREDIT
Song: Bloodletting
Band: Medicated Kisses
Album: prologue

Song: A Wolf Among Lilacs
Band: Medicated Kisses
Album: Medicated Kisses EP

Song: Get Back
Band: Demi Lovato
Album: Don’t Forget



 

PUPPY LOVE: chapter one

Right now I’m feeling completely at home on a stage in Hawaii. Although most people think my music is my first love, they’re wrong… Hawaii is. I lived here from ages ten to twenty; the longest stretch of time in one place I’ve ever been. Hawaii is where I fell in love for the first time. He was, and still is, the love of my life. I haven’t spoken to him in so long. But the venue we’re playing at is in a neighborhood close to where I last knew he lived. I’m hoping he’ll magically appear. I know he’s been here before. But there’s always a chance he’s on another island or even in Denver.

As we finish our song, I realize my prayers have been answered. There he is, Leland Chapman, in the crowd, moving closer to the stage. My heart skips a beat at the sight of his long brown hair slicked back into a braid and his champion fighter’s body in that fitted t-shirt. I take a deep breath, trying to slow my pounding heart and speak into my mic.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?!” The crowd cheers. “That’s what I like to hear!” I move around the stage as I speak. “It’s so good to be back in Hawaii. I lived here for ten years and haven’t been back in a very long time. I’ve missed it.”

“Hawaii rules!” someone in the crowd shouts.

“Right on, brada!” I reply. Then I look at Leland and lick my lips nervously. “Two years after I moved to Hawaii, at the age of twelve, I met someone and it was love at first sight. I’ve loved him for more than half my life. This next song I wrote when his sister was killed in a car accident.”

The wheels are moving in Leland’s head, his expression giving it away. He tilts his head to the side, concentrating on my face.

“So tonight, as every night, this song is dedicated to Barbara Katy. May she always be smiling down on us from her home in Heaven.” Leland’s eyes bug out of his head. He now knows exactly who I am and moves a little closer to the stage. I stare right at him as I begin to sing.

“I’ve exhausted my pen, just to pin-point the where and when this all began, cuz all I can see is where my fingers did touch these keys. A mass of steel that brings Angels with beautiful wings wrapped around me as they sang, I will protect the infected in all you see.”

Leland’s eyes fill with tears as he sings along. All I really want to do is drop my mic and go to him, drying his eyes. I’ve always hated to see him cry. I’ve always hated seeing anyone in his family cry. They’re so strong.

“First I could taste the poison in my tongue. Spread to my lips with every word I spoke. Inhale and exhale through my lungs. We’re incubating and assisting a virus. Here in the crow’s feet and cracks of my face we found a place to hide and keep my secrets safe away. Years passed by and days passed on. Light and heat reflected off of me to burn and melt shapes of who I used to be. But don’t get caught in what you saw. Lesser men have died for what was growing inside the night that I accepted that I could not change.”

I walk over to Sal at his drums and pick up a drum stick. During a few different lyrics I hit his symbols hard.

“But no hospital would have me. Was this psychosomatic with no symptoms to diagnose.”

I throw down the wooden stick. The tempo of the song increases.

“Alas, I knew what was there all along, I could feel my insides burning. When my eyelids fluttered and my sweaty palms did stutter, locked all the doors, hid under the sheets from the cracks of the streets that were beckoning me. I would stare into the back of my eyelids.

“Oh, the audience is listening so preach on, brother, preach. We can sleep forever right now or wake up just to dream. All these voices told me that I was different. I didn’t want to be. When I look into my reflection now I’m loving what I see. ‘Cuz I’m the miracle in the mirror. I’m the miracle in the mirror.

“See, if God can’t judge me, neither can you. I’ve been sent on a mission for the evil things I do. When all else fails in case of emergency, take two lives and don’t call anyone in the morning. Apologies and misunderstandings could shed light on a fatal night. I lost myself when I lost that will to fight. So how can we…”

I move down the two steps off the stage and hold out my microphone to Leland. He yells the lines of the song our fans all know well.

“Fix what has been broken when the pieces remain unnamed…”

I take my mic back.

“Remain unnamed. Two hands to my face I will wash the blame away. For I got caught in what I saw. The sky opened up the night I gave my soul away. The sun pierced my flesh and I’d rather just erase the pain away…”

The audience cheers loudly when the song’s over.

“Thank you! Thank you!” I say. “Man, you guys are a great crowd!” I wipe my face on the shoulder of my t-shirt. “But what do you say we kick this up a notch?” When the crowd cheers we go right into a fast-paced song. That one gets a great response too. But during the intro of the next song, I see something I’d never want to see in a million years.

A woman in her late-twenties walks up to Leland, kissing him on the lips and wrapping her scantily-clad body around him. My blood boils in my veins and I’m on the verge of tears. My heart physically aches at the sight. What makes matters worse is the way Leland is looking at me, like he knows he did something wrong. But I force myself to look away and get back into the music.

We finish our first set and I head straight to the little girl’s room to splash my face with cold water. When I come out of the bathroom I almost run into Leland quite literally.

“Jesus, Lee!” I exclaim putting my hand over my heart.

“Sorry,” he mumbles with a bashful smile.

I don’t smile back.

“So what do you want, Leland?” I ask coolly crossing my arms over my chest.

“What the hell, Sash? What’s with the attitude?” he asks.

“Who’s the girl, L?” I reply.

Leland shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I go to stomp off but before I can Leland’s girl comes bouncing over. She wraps her arms around Leland’s trim waist and kisses his cheek.

I roll my eyes.

“Hey, you’re that singer. I’m Shelly. And I guess you know Leland,” she says.

“Yeah, not as well as I thought,” I retort. Shelly glances between us.

“Um, okay…”

“So how long have you two been dating?” I ask, the last word leaving an acrid taste on my tongue.

“Oh, not long,” Shelly answers with a bright smile. “This is only our third date. And you know what they say about the third date.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively while I cringe on the inside.

“Yeah, I do know what they say. Leland taught me that one,” I reply glaring at my former lover.

“This isn’t the first time you two have met, is it?” Shelly asks. Leland and I just scowl at each other.

“Hey, Alex! We need you back on stage. Pronto!” my bass player says over the sound system.

Saved by the bell.

“Well that’s me. Gotta go.” I start to hurry away, but turn back to Shelly.

“Hey, Shelly, this next song is for you. Listen carefully to the words. Especially the ones at the end,” I tell her. She beams.

“Okay. Thanks!”

“You’re not welcome,” I mutter as I turn and walk away.

I stand in the center of the stage, my back to the crowd. The lights are low and my band-mates are standing at attention for their turn to jump in. I sing the first line acapella.

“Baby, baby, baby, I cry in the night, night, night I never know why!”

With a crashing of the symbols, the band joins in with me. The audience is dancing to the fast dance song and some people are even singing along. It’s a great reaction.

When I get to the end of the song, I square my body to Shelly’s.

“Baby, baby, baby, you cry in the night, night, night you’re swearing goodbye. Girl, you better watch your back. He sleeps with wolves among lilacs.”

Then I turn on my heel, going up the two steps to the stage.

Near the end of our final set I decide to be a little daring and dedicate the next song to Leland.

“This next song goes out to my one true love. It’s called, Get Back, and I mean every word of it.” I look directly at Leland and he gives me a little nod. I give the signal to the band that I’m ready and they begin to play.

“Don’t walk away like you always do this time. Baby, you’re the only thing that’s been on my mind. Ever since you left I’ve been a mess. You won’t answer your phone. I’ll say it once, then I’ll leave you alone. But I gotta let you know…

“I wanna get back to the old days, when the phone would ring and I knew it was you. I wanna talk back and get yelled at, fight for nothing like we used to. Oh, kiss me like you mean it. Like you miss me ‘cuz I know that you do. I wanna get back, get back with you.

“Don’t look at me that way, I see it in your eyes. Don’t worry about me, I’ve been fine. I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been a mess since you left. Every time I see you it gets more and more intense!”

I move down the stage stairs to stand right in front of Leland. As I sing to him I swivel my hips seductively. He in turn grips my waist, pulling me closer. Our gazes lock and I can’t look away no matter how hard I try.

When I get to the end of the chorus and try to pull away to go back on stage, Leland won’t let me go. He pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. Being in his embrace again after five long years is like Heaven. I could only dream that this would happen again.

I glance at Shelly from the corner of my eye as Leland and I dance close. She’s shooting daggers at us. If looks could kill…

“You were the only one I wanted. You were the first one I fell for. You’re the only one that I’m in need of. And I don’t want to be lonely anymore!

“I wanna get back to the old days when the phone would ring and I knew it was you. I wanna talk back and get yelled at, fight for nothing like we used to. Oh, kiss me like you mean it. Like you miss me ‘cuz I know that you do. I wanna get back, get back with you.

“Oh, kiss me like you mean it. Like you miss me ‘cuz I know that you do. I wanna get back, get back. I wanna get back, get back. Get back, get back. Get baaaaack! Yow!”

Luckily, now that the song’s over, Leland lets me go. I don’t want him to, but I need him to; I’ve got to finish the set. I give his fingers a squeeze and return to center stage reluctantly. We finish out the night well. I seem to have found a new vigor to close the show out with. I’m pretty sure it has everything to do with the encounter I’ve just had.

When the show’s over we take a bow.

“We are Love Drug and this has been an amazing show. Thank you guys for being such a great audience. We’ll see you back here tomorrow night. Thank you and Aloha!”

When I step off the stage Leland grabs me, pulling me close and kissing me hard on the lips. I enjoy it for a second before pulling away. Leland looks hurt. But that quickly changes when I take him by the hand and pull him around the corner, out of view from most of the crowd. He grins, wrapping his arms around me. Then he presses me against the wall, kissing me hungrily. I kiss him back sliding my hands over his well-muscled chest and higher to curl my arms around his neck.

“Leland,” I sigh against his lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he replies.

“I love you, Lee. I always have and I always will,” I tell him. He pulls back to look me square in the eye.

“Promise?” he asks.

I nod. “I promise.”

“Good,” he murmurs leaning back in for a kiss.

The kisses quickly become heated. Leland slips his hands under the back of my shirt. His fingers sliding over my skin sends a shiver down my spine. He moves his lips along my jaw and to my neck, his hands moving further up my torso making my t-shirt rise up.

I gently push Leland’s hands back down. He looks at me confused.

“Not here,” I tell him. “No public nudity.” He blushes and lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says. “But when you kiss me, everything else melts away and I forget we’re not alone.” I smirk

“I’m that distracting?”

“I only have eyes for you,” he tells me brushing a lock of sweaty hair from my eyes.

My smile falters. “Is that why you got married and had a kid? Why you came here with Shelly?” Leland looks down at the floor. After a silent moment he lifts his eyes to mine.

“Where’re you staying tonight?” he asks. I smile shyly.

“I was hoping with you…” Leland smiles back. But then it fades.

“We have a lot to talk about, huh?” he says.

I nod. “But we have all night to talk.” Leland leans in, pecking me on the lips. Then he rests his forehead against mine with a sigh.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” he murmurs.

“Me too,” I reply softly.