Lust & Lyrics

Chapter 4: That's Not Creed

JETT'S POV:

I know it the moment I see him. That's not Creed.

It's all in the posture. Creed holds himself with an arrogance that can't be replicated. But that doesn't make sense.

If it's not Creed, then who is it? Who could possibly have the balls to try to pass themselves off as Creed Levon?

They're about the same height. Creed could be an inch taller. The person on the stage has a slighter frame... definitely less muscle.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was Clo but she's currently in Paris. I know because I saw her i********: post just a few hours ago about drinking an iced cappuccino under the Eifel Tower.

Also, there is no way in hell that Clover would come back early. She's got another three months and at least two more places she plans to visit. Not that I'm tracking her whereabouts or anything.

I stride the distance between us and turn him to face me. He looks me dead in the eye, his eyes wide, scared, a deer in the headlights.

Clover.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Act like I don't know it's her? Give her a hug and welcome her back? Ask after Creed? F*ck, what about Creed?

"How was the iced cappuccino?" I ask the first thing that pops into my head.

She licks her lips in a motion that is pure Clover. It's an action that is so not Creed. Although if that boy pulled that look off as well as his sister, it would definitely win him some more fans.

"Tasty," is all she says in response.

Considering she's definitely nervous, you wouldn't know. Her voice is an octave higher than Creed's and her eyes are not quite right.

"Clo," I try to ask her, but I can't bring myself to ask the question that most needs answering.

She blinks a few times and I'm reminded that she's far prettier than her brother. The girls fall all over Creed but it's nothing compared to the effect Clover has on... Men? Women? Anyone who breathes?

The woman is s*x on legs. She's twenty-two and as hot as sin. Green eyes. Long coppery pink hair. Although that seems to be missing right about now. I find myself cringing at the idea that she's chopped it off.

"He's okay." Her voice breaks the trance I've found myself in, as she tries to soothe my concern. "He's still in theatre but they say it's going well."

"You've not seen him?" I ask bluntly.

I'm clinging to her, my hands clamped down on her shoulders. We haven't exactly got time for a reunion. I glance towards Rigs and the others but they're not paying us any attention.

"No. I came straight from the airport."

"What are your parents thinking?" I knew they were mental but they can't seriously expect this to work...

She shakes her head, looking down to her guitar before looking back at me.

"It's the drugs, Jett. I'm telling you, it's the drugs."

Her words cause me to burst out laughing. In typical Clover fashion, she's eased my concern and brought a smile to my face.

"Can you do this?"

It's not that I don't believe she can. I know she can. But I also know she doesn't want to. She doesn't want the fame.

I've seen her on stage more times than I can count and every time she's owned it.

She performs like she was born for it and yet, she hates it. Ironically, I think that she'd see it differently if she hadn't been pushed into it by her parents.

"How hard can it be?" She offers me a wink. "My brother sings like a girl anyway."

"Don't let him hear you say that."

I drop my hands from her shoulders, preparing to walk away. I glance back towards the others. They look oblivious. As far as they know Creed has arrived just in time. They don't know that we've just had our arses rescued by the future princess of rock herself.

They know she exists.

Everyone at the label knows all about Clover, the illusive daughter of the Levon family. But they don't know her; they've never met her. They've just heard stories. Most of which do nothing to describe her. They know that she's supposed to be a musical genius. They know that she's abroad.

They probably think she's a spoilt rich kid but that's not Clover. Musical genius, sure. If you ask me, limiting her genius to music is underestimating her though.

Rich, sure.

Spoilt, never. I've known her since primary two and I like to believe I know her pretty well. She's anything but spoilt.

"You know what you're doing?" I ask softly.

She smirks at me, before licking her lower lip subconsciously, causing my stomach to flip. Her green eyes are bright, and I almost wonder if she's excited.

"I wrote at least a few of these songs."

She's right. I've seen her name on the manuscript paper often enough. She probably knows our sound better than we do.

Even so, its funny hearing her brag. She's not the cocky twin. That's Creed.

I nod my head, chuckling under my breath before walking away. I don't like leaving her there, exposed, vulnerable and alone. She's not like her brother. He digs this sh*t. Clover's different, softer, shy... She hates being centre stage and yet I'm convinced it's where she belongs.

Making my way towards my keyboard, my eyes drift towards the other guys. Ziggy is already behind his kit, drumsticks in hand. His usually happy expression is clouded over with anticipation. Nash is leaning against an amp as he pretends to look bored. He's far from bored. He's wired, buzzing with the energy of the crowd that we can't see.

Rigby is adjusting the height of his mic stand. It's a nervous habit that we rarely see from him. Rigs doesn't usually get nervous. He's like Creed in that way. But he likes it when things go to plan and tonight nothing has gone right. Including the fact that right now in the place where our lead vocalist should be stood is his twin sister.

Only the f*****g Levon family would do something as batsh*t crazy as this. Perhaps Clover is right, and her parents are on drugs...

I Want You Naked Lyrics

I want you naked

I want you naked

I want you naked

I don't care what you're saying

I don't care what you're doing

I don't care so long as you're naked

I want you naked

I want you naked

I want you naked

Laying on my bed, in my arms

Sitting in my lap, right here with me

I don't care so long as you're naked

I want you naked

I want you naked

I want you naked

I'm not going to tell you I love you

I'm not going to ask you to dance

I'll never be your boyfriend, I just want

I want you naked

I want you naked

I want you naked