a.m. feeding. I held them while they slept, softly singing to them that I had to go.
Although the band had figured it out, the only one in the house I’d actually told I was leaving was Landry. She’d helped me plan my trip. She’d made me promise to take a lot of pictures and to bring home good presents for everyone.
I loved that little girl something fierce. When we’d moved into the beach house, before Landry had shown up, I’d been partying more than I typically did. But then I’d started giving Landry drum lessons. She’d been through so much, pitying myself and my situation seemed pathetic. She was light and love, and hanging with her had pulled me out of my downward spiral. Her laughter and the beat of the drums had been the exact distraction I’d needed.
But now? I just wanted to self-destruct. I wanted to wallow and drink and bang. I wanted to be the quintessential rock-and-roll bad boy. I’d watched my bandmates do it for long enough, now it was my turn. I reached up and turned on my light, signaling the flight attendant.
The I Don’t Give a Fuck tour had officially begun.
***
Luke’s story, Play Hard , is coming soon.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, one stray cat, and a fish that keeps dying and she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. She loves reading romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She’s new to the writing game but has published four books in her first year alone. Inspiration can come from anywhere: a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.
Although the band had figured it out, the only one in the house I’d actually told I was leaving was Landry. She’d helped me plan my trip. She’d made me promise to take a lot of pictures and to bring home good presents for everyone.
I loved that little girl something fierce. When we’d moved into the beach house, before Landry had shown up, I’d been partying more than I typically did. But then I’d started giving Landry drum lessons. She’d been through so much, pitying myself and my situation seemed pathetic. She was light and love, and hanging with her had pulled me out of my downward spiral. Her laughter and the beat of the drums had been the exact distraction I’d needed.
But now? I just wanted to self-destruct. I wanted to wallow and drink and bang. I wanted to be the quintessential rock-and-roll bad boy. I’d watched my bandmates do it for long enough, now it was my turn. I reached up and turned on my light, signaling the flight attendant.
The I Don’t Give a Fuck tour had officially begun.
***
Luke’s story, Play Hard , is coming soon.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, one stray cat, and a fish that keeps dying and she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. She loves reading romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She’s new to the writing game but has published four books in her first year alone. Inspiration can come from anywhere: a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.
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