The Sweetest Taboo: Part One -- Fictional Getdown

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Date Posted: 22:23:13 10/16/02 Wed
Author: Tiffany
Subject: The Sweetest Taboo: Part One

Reagan was sitting on the sofa in Joey�s living room, drinking a now warm Corona as she watched Lance completely ignore her and divulge himself in the same video game that Joey had had for an entire year. She rolled her eyes as his player died on the same level that he�d been dying on ever since Lance had first played the game. Reagan looked at her watched and sighed as it blinked 12:30 at her. They�d been partying since early that afternoon and hadn�t stopped yet.

However, Justin was downstairs fiddling with Joey�s drum machine in the home studio, Chris was putting up food, Joey was upstairs checking on Briana leaving Tiffany downstairs on the sofa next to Reagan smoking a cigarette. Reagan looked towards the patio and saw JC holding a cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other.

She tilted her head to the side as she watched JC write in his journal. He never left home without it. Even if he was going somewhere he knew that he wouldn�t have a chance to write in it, he still took it. When Tiffany, an avid journal keeper, asked him why he treated his journal like a security blanket, he smiled coyly and said �A great writer always carries paper with him, because he never knows when inspiration will arise�. Luckily, he didn�t go into one of his long stories about keeping a journal. Reagan loved JC to death, but�he rambles.

�I�m as bored as shit in a stopped up toilet� Tiffany said putting out her cigarette

�That�s completely disgusting� Lance said without looking up from his video game

�So is that score. My grandmother plays Super Mario Brothers, better than you do�

�Your grandmother is an absolute freak of nature�

�You�re right about that, but that doesn�t excuse the fact that you suck at a ten year old game� Tiffany turned to Reagan �How about we go outside and bother JC?�

�Sounds like a plan to me� Reagan said getting up with her beer �Lance?�

�What?�

�We�re��

�Yeah, yeah, go bother JC� Lance said dismissing them with a flick his wrist

�Excuse me? Did you just try to wave me off?�

�So what?�

�If you did, then you and this Corona will be having a very slow sensual shower�

�What are you suggesting?�

�You�re a smart boy Lance, figure it out, rethink what you just said, then come to apologize�

�Ha! Treated!� Tiffany yelled as she walked toward the patio lighting another cigarette

�Chain smoker!�

�Non-dancing ass motherfucker!�

�Bitch!�

�Cock eyed bastard!�

�Cunt�

�Yeah, you licked it last night didn�t you bitch!�

In the kitchen, a plate dropped, shattering to the floor and Chris� laughter rang out through the dining room and the living room. Reagan turned red and held her mouth trying to not laugh to loudly. Tiffany walked back towards Reagan and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the patio before she could laugh at her habitually embarrassed boyfriend.

Once they got outside and soaked up the humid Orlando air, they sat down at the patio table where JC was writing vigorously in the journal that he loved so much. He acknowledged the two ladies with a laugh and then a grin.

�Tiffany, that was pretty low� JC said

�You heard that?�

�I think Joey�s neighbors heard that�

�He deserved it. He thinks entirely too high of himself. He needed to be taken down a peg or two�

The patio door opened and Joey walked out. He gave Tiffany a stern look that showed no signs of humor. Both Reagan and JC looked between Tiffany and Joey, fully knowing that Tiffany was getting ready to be reprimanded by the only person that could shut her up. Tiffany looked at Joey defiantly for a few seconds before melting and putting her head down guilt ridden.

�If Briana�s first sentence is �You licked it last night, bitch�, I will personally spank your ass�

�But you already do it, Italian Stallion� Tiffany said in her best sultry voice

�I�ll make it hurt�

�Ooh�promise?�

�Absolutely, and then I�ll��

�Hey!� JC yelled �Cut. That. Out! No one wants to know about what you all do upstairs in that dungeon you call a bedroom. Take it upstairs if you want to have some kind of verbal foreplay, some people actually like being uncorrupted�

�JC, dear, sweetie, my ambassador of phone sex� Tiffany said running her hands through his hair dramatically �Who out here is uncorrupted? The frogs maybe�nope�oh yeah�maybe the pool is. Nope, You and Zahra got it on in there�

�Ahem� JC said shooing them off �You all get back in the house. You�re making me feel like I need another shower�

�Ohh�a shower sounds goooooood� Tiffany said walking back to the house �I think that I need to��

The rest of her sentence was cut off when Joey closed the patio door behind them. Reagan looked at JC who looked about six seconds away from being mortified. He lit another cigarette and continued with his writing. Reagan had always been curious about JC. How he exuded calm and confidence yet a certain insecure vulnerability that she couldn�t quite understand. How even when he was singing about the dirtiest and the most taboo of all subjects, he was still sophisticated. How even when he was dog tired he could push himself to do such amazing work. Most of all, how, if he seemed so perfect, why he never kept a girlfriend. Why out of all of the guys, did JC seem so untouchable?

�A bit warm out here isn�t it?�

�It�s perfect weather for me. It�s not too hot, not too cold. Just humid. Which makes it a wet heat. Sometimes, it can be uncomfortable, but most times, it feels good. Kind of like a steam room" JC said tilting his head back

�I wish it were just a little cooler� she said looking out at Joey�s pool �It would remind me of Maryville. How nice and cool it is up in the mountains. The fresh mountain air� Reagan took a deep calming breath and sighed �I�m a little homesick�

�You�re a long way from home, just like me�

�Yeah. But at least I spent my birthday with my second family�

�How�d you like my present?�

�I loved it. I�ve always wanted to record. I just never had the heart to ask one of you for help�

�Oh please, I�m always available for you. Anytime�

�Thank you, Josh. That�s good to know�

Getting up from the chair, Reagan walked the short distance to the pool and put her bare to in the water. With a small sigh, she stepped into the shallow water and let it soak up her newly dried bathing suit. Feeling a chill from the seemingly frosty water, Reagan climbed over the small wall into the hot tub and settled into it up to her neck.

�Want some company?�

�Sure� Reagan smiled

�So uh�.is what I heard true?� JC asked stepping into the tub

�Of course not. I was nowhere near the bathroom. Joey stunk it up�

�That�s not what I was talking about�

�I know. I just decided to lighten the mood. I realize that you also agreed to this�thing, but I�m not really in the mood for sex�

�Well�� JC cleared his throat �I wasn�t intending to proposition you, Reagan. I was curious and decided to ask. But as far as us having sex�we don�t have to. I don�t want to be an obligation�

Reagan knew that he was both offended and a bit embarrassed about her being so frank. JC was indeed uncomfortable with people who blatantly talked about sex. He liked to use euphemisms and double meanings, but never direct words. He enjoyed a smooth subtle approach. But unfortunately, Reagan had no idea of this.

�It�s not that I don�t want to sleep with you Josh, just not tonight� Reagan said with a sigh

�How about this. I�ll give you a week to cool off. In that week, we can work together closely in the studio getting material�

�You�re producing me?�

�You bet your ass I am. I wouldn�t turn you over to a bunch of resident producers. I�m handling this one personally�

* * * * * *

As promised, JC made no sexual advances toward Reagan. He was very polite and focused solely on music. But Reagan didn�t mind. In fact, without the undertone of them going back to his house and getting it on, Reagan could devote herself to the music, which was exactly the plan.

But as Wednesday rolled around�Reagan was starting to get antsy. The physical closeness in which JC and she shared had been very platonic at first, but as the days rolled by and her desire for him grew, Reagan started to find his professionalism intoxicating. Maybe the lack of attention could�ve been blamed for the surge of erogenous nerves or maybe the closeness. Whatever the reason, Reagan found herself in the midst of a war against her desire to finish the short record versus her hormones.

�So, what do you think about �Heartbeat Away�?

�Don�t you think that�s a little risqu� for my voice?� Reagan asked sighing wistfully

�It�ll be a stretch but I�m sure you can do it� JC took a sip of his water and returned to the mixing board

�To be honest JC, I�m more interested in �Good for Now��

�Why �Good for Now?�

�Well� Reagan sat down on the plush sofa behind JC �I identify with it. A girl keeps getting into these insanely ridiculous relationships and finally she meets the right guy for her but she doesn�t want him yet. She needs time to really make sure that he�s the one. It�s a great concept�

�Ring close to home?� Reagan smiled and threw the cap to water bottle at JC

�Not even close skinny�

Over the next few hours, JC and Reagan found themselves mulling over the lyrics for �Good for Now�. JC thought they should be kept short and sweet but Reagan felt they should be a little more poetic. The lyrics weren�t at all oblique but Reagan felt they were too convenient. She wanted to sing challenging material.

�But the MUSIC is challenging. That�s what�s great about this song. The lyrics are just a vehicle. Look� JC held up the sheet music �There�s a high e above middle c in the twentieth bar and in the chorus. That�s challenging�

�You�re as stubborn as Lance!� Reagan said sitting in JC�s chair �I�m hungry, let�s get food�

JC looked at his watch and sighed. It was nearing midnight and they had only recorded four out of the eight songs. Obviously this wouldn�t be the time to dispute his lyrics. He�d been writing music since he was thirteen years old. He and the rest of the world thought he could write well. But suddenly Reagan had serious doubts of his skill. EVEN if Celebrity which he co-wrote was Grammy nominated.

Whether JC agreed with her view point or not, he dropped the subject and decided to pack it in for the night. He was as tired as she. Hopefully, they would end their dispute over dinner/breakfast. Maybe they would even get some sleep. Being that he�d only secured the studio for two weeks, he seriously doubted it.

As the night air seeped into the young people�s skin, they felt themselves beginning to unwind. The idiosyncrasies that the close quarters of the studio seemed to bring out were forgotten. As the smell of rain filtered into the noses of JC and Reagan, both became friendly again. In silence they walked together to JC�s brand new BMW not wanting to break the cycle of peacefulness they had just formed.

�What are you in the mood for?� JC asked driving on the deserted highway to an uncertain destination

�Hmm�I think I�d like a salad�

�A salad? Rea, we haven�t eaten anything all day and you want a salad?�

�What can I say?� she said shrugging her shoulders �I�m easy to please�

�So I�ve heard�

Reagan gave JC a long side glance before grinning. She shifted her weight to her left side and looked at JC�s hand as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. �He seems so tense� she thought as she watched his jaw muscles clench. Would it kill him if she tortured him a little? Nah. She would have a little harmless fun at his expense and that would be it.

�You look cute when you�re frustrated�

�Thanks� he said dryly

�You�re mouth gets tight and a little vein sticks out from your neck� Reagan said running her hands along the vein

�I�m glad you enjoy it� JC said closing his eyes briefly

�I bet you�re one of those guys that like to have sex while he�s mad�

�And what if I am?�

�Then I�m going to have to keep talking about food� she said looking back to the road

After a semi-heated argument over Sonics, McDonalds or Burger Kind, Reagan finally agreed to Sonics. JC ordered a Toaster Bacon Cheeseburger meal with a strawberry limeade while Reagan ordered Chicken tenders, cheese bites, with chili cheese fries. When the young girl on roller skates came out to drop off the food and get the money, JC insisted on paying. Reagan countered with a plea to pay. Easily, the clenched jaw came back along with the vein as JC ignored Reagan and took out his wallet. The waitress suggested they go Dutch, all she got were two cold stares from the bickering twosome. Finally, as Reagan was searching for a twenty dollar bill, JC gave the waitress a fifty dollar bill, told her to keep the thirty five dollar change, got the good and backed out of the Sonic.

�You�re a real bitch sometimes� Reagan said sipping her ocean water

�Yeah. It�s apart of my charm�

�I know. Hey, why don�t we eat at your place?�

�My house?�

�Yeah. Then I can finally see what you�ve done o it�

�Okay, sure�

With a new destination and a plan, JC made a U-turn on the expressway and sped off down the dark leaving a trail of tar dust behind him.

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More more more more more!!! -- Z, 22:41:26 10/16/02 Wed
Hello you stopped!?! PUNISHMENT WILL COME! More soon please :) (NT) -- Reagan, 01:10:47 10/18/02 Fri
I'm not gonna tell you how much I'm liking this because you already know that. You know what you have to do. So do it. PMS! -- Sonali, 22:15:39 10/20/02 Sun