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Chapter 5: Kisses and Rock N' Roll

So far, the band had written songs such as "False Friends," "Elements Of Design," "Hold Tight For The Ride," and many others. They actually recorded them and submitted them to a few radio stations so that they could be played. Everyone was very pleased. Speaking of the instruments, Dustin had a customized B.C. Rich KKV guitar with a Floyd Rose licensed tremolo system, Cleo had the Fender bass, Clifford had a Gibson Les Paul with the original cherry sunburst finish, T-Bone had a Tama drum set with Zildjian cymbals, Mimi had a red Gibson SG, Tanner had a Rising Sun Gibson Explorer, and Mac had two synthesizers: one by Yamaha, and the other by Korg. The gang also had a black Steinway grand piano and an extra Alesis synthesizer that could be used by any member. The name of the band was Frost Moonlight.

One evening, the band had a sleepover at the Farley residence. They had played video games such as Global Rally Championship, Halo 3, Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2, Guitar Hero, and more. They had played board games, watched TV, told jokes, shared humorous stories, surfed the Internet, and listened to music. They had dinner at an Italian restaurant, then they went back to Cleo's. There was a neat surprise: Cleo made mouthwatering root beer floats for everyone. They LOVED them.

Dustin, Cleo, Clifford, T-Bone, Mac, Mimi, and Tanner went to bed at different times. You know they could stay up as late as they wanted. Cleo shared her bedroom with Dustin, so they went to bed together. They said goodnight to everyone, went upstairs, down the hallway, up another staircase to the tower, and walked to Cleo's room. Everything was tidied up for a good reason. They took their shoes and socks off, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and put on new T-shirts to sleep in. Dustin climbed into the bed, and something made it perfect: it was the softest bed he had ever been in. Cleo climbed in bed beside him and cuddled with him.

Dustin then decided to have a little fun with Cleo. "Cleo?" he asked her.
"Let's have...uh...let's have..."
"Come on, say it. It won't be bad." Cleo did her best to make Dustin happy all the time.
Dustin was sweating and breathing quickly.
"Let's have sex," he blurted out.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww..." Cleo felt like she would spend the rest of her life with him. "I want you," she added. She pulled herself out from under the covers. Dustin lifted his shirt up to reveal his belly, and Cleo put her bare feet on it. It felt a little bit cold. She then started to wiggle the five toes on one foot, then the other five on the other. Dustin was laughing when Cleo kept on wiggling ten toes on his belly, then to his chest.
"You really shouldn't put your feet on my face," Dustin warned her. "Otherwise I'd wash my face AGAIN and spit the foot sweat and sock lint out of my mouth."
"Don't fret, Dustin," Cleo giggled. "Talk to the tail." Her fuzzy tail was already wagging, then it stopped to rest itself on Dustin's belly. It started wagging again to tickle him.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That tickles! Hee hee hee!" Dustin was howling with laughter. After that, he returned the favor by tickling Cleo's feet. She cracked up like heck. For the last part, Cleo put her soft, furry, and bare human-shaped feet on Dustin's crotch.
"No, no, please don't..." Dustin began.
If you were outside Cleo's door a few minutes later, you could hear them saying, "That feels good!" Or you could hear them laughing. Then, you would hear Cleo enjoying it even more.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! YES!"
Then Dustin felt one teensy-weensy thing. Cleo, comfortable with him, had kissed him on the cheek.
"You're my favorite rockstar," she added. "There's one more thing I wanna say."
A slight pause.
"I'll love you till the end of time!"
Cleo sighed.
"Kiss me," Dustin whispered.
Cleo chuckled.
"Kiss me," Dustin said again.
This was the most romantic moment they had so far. Dustin remembered the name of one of The Cure's albums.
"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!"
Dustin and Cleo then moved their heads closer together, with Cleo's nose rubbing against his forehead. They put their lips together...
And they kissed...
They kissed...
They kept on kissing and cuddling for a few minutes.
With the crescent moon and the twinkling stars shining on the triangular windows, both Cleo and her sweetheart slowly went back under the covers and slept through the night.

At 7 a.m., the golden sun rose like a god. Everyone stretched as they got out of bed. At 8 a.m., the last person to wake up was Clifford. The team went downstairs and sat down to a breakfast of eggs, bacon, buttered white toast, orange juice, and English breakfast tea. Half of them were dressed, and half of them were still in their pajamas and slippers.
"Mmmm. Who cooked this?" Mac asked.
"My mom did," Cleo replied. "She started when she was sixteen."
"Well, my mom specializes in Italian cuisine. She's appeared on Food Network before."
"Dustin, I forgot to tell you something," Clifford said. "I graduated from the University Of Cincinnati last month."
Dustin raised an eyebrow. "No way," he chuckled.

After everyone went back home, Mac was watching funny YouTube videos on his computer in his room, such as B+ In English, the kid singing Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time" and getting scared by his mom, a woman accidentally throwing a plate at the camera when everyone else throws stuff out of a bin, a guy called "Nic" getting duct taped, and a guy playing the electric shock prank with a broken light switch (the other guy freaks out and shoves his banana into the laughing guy's face). Mac was already gasping for air after laughing his head off.
"Machiavelli!" Mrs. Migliori called in a singsong voice from downstairs. "I have a surprise for you!"
"It had better be wonderful," Mac said. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen. His mother handed him an envelope that said:

Machiavelli F. Migliori
7281 N. Potts Ave.
Iron City, OH 12345

Mac opened it. Inside was a mint green strip of paper which turned out to be a letter or an invitation.

Hi there, fellow musicians!
As a member of Frost Moonlight (our band), you've been cordially invited to our fall concert! It'll be on Friday, November 4th from 2-4 p.m. at the Faxon County Fair. Starting this Sunday, we will be rehearsing every day at 4-5:30 p.m. at our very own recording studio across from Maple Vista Mall. Hope to see you there!

Dustin LaRocque

"I am SO doing this!" Mac yelled. "Wait! There's something else..." To his surprise, he found his very own ticket to the fair. It said:
Friday, November 4, 20. Free armband. Games and rides all day. Free food and beverages. Valid only this day.
"Gotta go! Bye!" Mac ran out the right front door of his two-family house, hopped into his Plymouth Sundance Duster, and drove to Dustin's. Dustin was already practicing his guitar skills for the concert when Mac rang the doorbell. Dustin answered the door a few seconds later.
"Mac! Thanks for comin' over, man!"
"And thank YOU for dreaming up an awesome time for our very first concert!"
Dustin really couldn't wait for the big day. "What would a concert be without a freakin' audience? Nothing!" Mac and Dustin laughed at the obvious joke.
Life went on, and everyone was happy.