Yes, yall. Part 2, everyone. Hope FaucetMiind likes it.

Michaela

I tapped my footing waiting for him to open the door. After receiving no reply, I knocked again more hurriedly. After that, the door finally opened. He was dressed comfortably, wasn't wearing any makeup, and his nappy and damaged hair was let down.

His eyes widened in surprise,"Micheala!"

I smiled a small smile and clasped my hands together, "Hi."

Robert scratched his head of unruly hair, "My God, come in before my ba-...CO WORKERS!...get in before my coworkers see you.", he hushed as he shoved me into the room. I stumbled a bit as I was forced into the room.

"Coworkers? Really? Don't you mean your band mates?", I asked sarcastically.

He dug his hands into his pockets,"So you knew this whole time and you lied-"

"I didn't. I just found out less than two hours ago.", I interjected.

"How did you even find out?", he asked.

"A, it doesn't matter. And B, I was bound to find out, you aren't good at lying ", I replied.

He smiled mirthlessly, "Oh, then I guess I'm not..", he muttered.

"What was even the point of lying to me? When you asked me if I liked the Cure you could have just said something like 'Well, I'm the frontman' or something. ", I argued.

"So is that why you came? Because your a fan?", he asked. It was audible in his voice that he was offended. I didn't want to tell him the truth because I didn't want to offend him further. Just like Robert, I wasn't good at excuses either.

I fumbled with my room key, "Partly...", I admitted.

He sighed, "I understand."

Robert crawled onto the bed and leaned over to fetch something from the nightstand. He pulled a notebook from the drawer and a pen and then began to scribble something on it. I sat down on the edge of the bed watching him.

Robert put his pen down, ripped out the page, folded it and handed the paper to me. I didn't see what he was scribbling so I opened it up. On that page was his signature  written in blue ink, his autograph. I didn't ask for it but I was going to cherish it, it was still a gift.

"T-Thank you."

Robert bit his lip and just nodded, not saying anything. Not "You're welcome", not "Yeah, sure", not anything. It was my turn to speak but I couldn't think of anything to say. He didn't speak up either, he too had nothing to say. The room was just awkwardly silent as neither spoke a word.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I...I guess I'll go. I'm sorry to trouble you...but it was good to see you again. That's what I really wanted. ", I said finally.

Boldly, I crawled over next to him on the bed and wrapped my arms around him "Thank you again for the autograph, and thank you for spendingtime with me last night. Be seeing you", I said.

As I was getting up from the bed, suddenly I was pulled back. Robert had wrapped his arms a little too tightly around my abdomen.

"Hey!", I shouted in surprise.

"Stay please? ", he asked.

"I got to go, man. My friend is probably looking for me.", I replied.

"Please.  Just a few minutes longer, I won't take up too much of your time.", he insisted.

I nervously laughed, "I will. As soon as you get off me. I do kind like it, though.  You're like a teddy bear."

He moved off of me, "Calling me fat, eh?", he asked faking being indignant. He was grinning.

I shrugged, "They don't call you Fat Bob for no reason. ", I joked.

"Don't make me trap you again.", he teased.

"Try and catch me, Chubby Bunny .", I said as I got up and began scampering around the room.

I skipped around and hopped around the room like a bunny, dodging Robert every time he was about to catch me. Sheets were flung, shoes were lost, vases and clocks were bumped into.  But I wasn't going to let him catch me. As I jumped off the bed, there was a massive thud on the floor that was definitely not from me jumping off the bed.

I turned back with a gasp to see Robert lying on the bed on his side. He was cradling his knee that he seemingly bumped into something.  I've got a habit of laughing when someone gets mildly injured like that. Robert moaned in pain as he rubbed his knee. 

I stifled my laughs and went to the bed to check on Robert. As I got closer, he began to wince and claim he can feel a bruise forming. I got too close and he took that chance to grab me.

"I knew it ,you faker!", I shouted. 

"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked.

"Be specific. I said a lot if things.", I replied.

"About us spending time to together. Did you mean that?", he asked.

"Definitely "

He smiled and rested his head on my shoulder.  I ran my fingers through his hair, getting them stuck a few times with the knots. Then I offered to brush them out.

Robert's image was the makeup and teased hair. It wasn't all that strange seeing him without it. He didn't look as boyish when his face was clean. There wasn't any powder to cover up his stubble.

Robert didn't seem to use conditioner for his hair. It was damaged beyond belief with split ends all over and a really coarse feeling.  Backcombing and hairspraying ones hair causes irreversible damage. I tried to be as gentle as I could while detangling his hair, cautious not to rip out too much hair. Not even going gentle was going to hurt less, though.  Robert winced and whined every time I brushed through a knot. That made him even more boyish.

One particular knot caused him enough pain "OUCH! Easy, yeah?", he shouted

I groaned, "I'm trying! Jesus, how do you get your hair this knotty?", I argued.

"You already know. ", he replied.

The door to the room swung open swiftly and slammed against the wall. I fumbled the hair brush as the noise had startled me, "For fucks sake, mate. I'm trying to get some sleep!", yelled another guy.

This guy was standing in the doorway, barefoot and in shorts. His hair was styled similar to Robert except his hair was a tad longer and wasn't as tall. He didn't wear much makeup either.

"Sorry, Simon.", apologized Robert.

"Who are you?", I asked.

He crossed his arms, "Simon Gallup. The question is who are you and why are you here?", he returned the question.

"Michaela, we met at bar and he wanted to hang out again. ", I replied.

Simon shook his head. He pointed at Robert, "You know he's married, right?", he asked me. Then he turned to his bandmate, "You promised Mary that you wouldn't do this anymore. "

I looked down at Robert's hand and saw the wedding ring on his hand. My heart sank upon hearing he was married. But there was no reason why that should bother me. He was a musician, there wasn't much that would come out of this. Hanging out for a night was as good as it was going to get.

"It's not what you're thinking.  She's not a groupie, she's just someone I met.", Robert replied to his friend.

Simon shook his head, "It doesn't matter. You know how Mary feels about it. You've done it before, she has every right to feel uncomfortable with it.", he replied.

Simon was right. On the flip side of things, his wife would always have it in the back of her mind wondering if her husband was having another affair. Any other girl with him would bring those hurt feelings to the surface again. Robert was a musician who toured a lot and could not always bring her along.  His wife wouldn't always know what he was doing during his time away. 

"She won't know.", said Robert.

"I'll tell her.", threatened Simon.

"Tell her what? That I met a girl and didn't shag her? We just talked, had some drinks at her flat, and had a fucking grilled cheese.  What is so bad about that? I don't have any intention of betraying Mary ever again.", he argued.

"Maybe the bit where you went to a girl's house to have drinks. ", replied Simon.

I stayed quiet.  Not out of timidity, but because I didn't want to be a part of it. It was bad enough they were arguing about me. I didn't want to make matters worse by inserting myself in without being asked.

The two continued to bicker on about how it didn't matter that nothing happened and that it was still disrespectful to Mary. I felt pity for that woman and ashamed of myself.  I hadn't done anything either but his wife would feel horrible of she ever found out about me. I took the chance to slip out of the room unnoticed.

I walked all the way home, pensative. I thought about what Simon had said. I thought about how Robert's wife might feel. I thought about what all if this meant all along.

Either way it was good that I left and decided to cut ties. I wasn't going to hold any illusion that the little exploit in my apartment meant anything.  I just accepted it as a story to tell about how I met my favorite musician and hung out with him for a day. Simple as that, just hanging out with Robert Smith of The Cure for a day. I had his autograph as a souvenir.  It earned me bragging rights but I wasn't the person who would brag about anything.

Regina asked what happened with him and I simply told her that I got my wish. I didn't wish for anything special.  Just to meet someone I admired was all I needed to be satisfied.  Getting to spend an evening with him and share drinks and grilled cheese sandwiches with him satisfied me more. I don't need anything else.

This is short, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh, I always make sad endings. I tried to make this one both sad and with a positive note in the end.  I hope you readers enjoyed it.

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