The Secret of Ella and Micha

she first proposed the idea that I should replace their guitarist and hit the road with them. At first, I was all for it. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since I was twelve and rocked out with Ethan and Dean in the garage. But then I thought back to Ella’s sad eyes and doubts washed over me.
    The doorbell rings and I head to the living room to get the party started and clear my head for one night.

    Ella
    By the time I decide to go over to Micha’s, things are already getting out of hand. Cars are parked on the lawn, and garbage cans are tipped over. Someone’s even sitting on the roof.
    Lila talks me into going and we run up the driveway with our arms over our heads to shield our hair from the rain, but the crowded foyer overwhelms me and I start to back out.
    “Stop being a baby and go in there,” she says, giving me a gentle shove forward. “I want to see the tough girl everyone keeps talking about.”
    “No, you don’t. Trust me,” I tell her. “She was mean and she would have never been friends with you.”
    “Okay, then show me a happy medium.” She has a dark blue, strapless dress on that matches her shoes and her blonde hair rests on her shoulders in curls, which have slipped loose because of the rain. “You can change yourself without losing your identity completely.”
    I turn away from the crowd toward her. “Why have we never talked like this before?”
    She smiles sadly. “Because you would never let us.”
    She says something else, but the music stifles her words. I fan the smoke from my face and step into the kitchen. Holding the bottom of my black skirt, I maneuver through the crowd toward the table. I lose Lila for a moment, but when the crowd thins, Lila stumbles out, stomping on a guy’s foot with her high heel.
    She curses, fussing with her hair. “Has Micha ever heard of a little thing called air conditioning?”
    “He probably forgot to turn it on!” I shout over the music. “Wait here. I’ll go turn it up.”
    I squeeze through the crowd toward the living room and the band. The music is deafening and I realize it’s Micha playing with Naomi. They’re sharing the microphone and he looks like he’s enjoying himself. I stop in the middle of the room and watch him from the crowd. He’s gorgeous under the light with his hair hanging in his eyes as he spills out his lyrics to people and strums on the guitar.
    I back through the room and into the hall. There’s a couple making out in front of the thermostat. The music quiets down and then starts up again as I gently guide them over and they move out of my way without breaking their lips from each other. Fanning my face, I turn up the cold air. Suddenly, long arms encircle my waist and the scent of him fills my chest.
    “I thought you were playing,” I yell over the music with my hand pressed to my heart.
    “I was, but I took a break to see you.” His breath smells like beer.
    I scrunch up my nose. “Are you drunk?”
    “I’ve only had one beer,” he says. “I’m just excited to see you.”
    “And to be playing again,” I state.
    His smile is huge and it makes me happy for a moment. “Yeah, that too. I saw you watching me.”
    I shrug, playing it off. “I’m glad you’re happy. You looked sad earlier at the drive-in.”
    His hand finds my hip and he grips it tightly, sending heat through my body. “I’m even happier now that you’re here.”
    I relax against the wall. “You know I’ve heard you use that pickup line on girls before, right?”
    “Come on, let me have some fun with you,” he begs with a tease in his voice. “Pretend like you don’t know any of my moves.”
    “You want me to pretend like I’m someone else?” I question. “Haven’t you been telling me to do the opposite?”
    The reflection of the light dances in his eyes as he leans forward and wisps of his hair brush my cheek. “Just be the girl I used to know. The one that had fun and laughed all the time.”
    “That girl would have never pretended with you, even if you requested her to.”
    “I know that.”
    His other hand finds my waist and his body slants toward me. Glancing from left to right, I slide my hands up his firm chest and link them around his neck. Then I pull myself onto him and hitch my legs around his waist. His expression is stoic, but he lets out a growl and his lips come down hard on mine. Our chests press together as he thrusts his body into me. Our tongues connect, feeling each other thoroughly. My back is