Another article. Another mention of Jane’s name that had nothing to do with music. Another jab at her “image” – whatever the fuck that meant. She would, she figured, need to get used to it, because it wasn’t going away any time soon. Any publicity she received because of her position as singer would probably always coincide with her “wild” behavior. Jane didn’t have much to say about it. A sigh, a nod, and a shrug. Although she’d have to get used to it, it still crushed her. “I hope what they say about me doesn’t bother you.” When he said they wouldn’t be staying in, she felt a small tinge of sadness. Why? Logically, no reason. But in the realm of Jane, being upset over something and not being able to sweat her feelings away with someone was difficult for her to do. But, she agreed to his mystery plan and got ready to go. Half an hour later, they pulled up to a large, triangular building that was glimmering in the afternoon sun. “Holy shit,” she whispered as her fingers touched the window of the car. The Rock N Roll Hall of Fame. A place she had always wanted to visit. Rob must have heard her talk about it a dozen times, and he remembered. [i]He remembered.[/i] Jane turned her head to him and flashed a genuine smile. God, if they were the only two in the car, she’d jump on him right there, but instead, they thanked and tipped the driver. The museum was huge – exhibit after exhibit of legends that she had always admired – and for the first hour, Jane and him explored the the entire building, yanking each other every direction when one of them saw something fascinating. One they felt satisfied with what they saw, Jane looked up to Rob and pulled his head down so that she could whisper in his ear. “There was always something I wanted to do here.” Her lips lightly grazed his earlobe as she spoke, and before he could ask, she grabbed a hand and pulled him as she searched for something… A utility closet. She jiggled the handle and got an adrenaline rush as the door creaked open, and the hand holding Rob’s guided him into the dark room with her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jane jumped up into his arms just as she did in the elevator. She also talked to him in the same way. “Thank you… for… taking me here,” she whispered. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Fuck man, chill out,” Jane whined as the the security guard’s tight grip on her arm pushed her out towards the exit. “The Beatles don’t turn [i]you[/i] on, too?” She struggled to not die of laughter until they were pushed outside of the entrance and released. As soon as the disgruntled employees disappeared back into the building, the laughter started. “Ah, I’m sorry,” she said through a smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can scratch it off the bucket list now.” She was so amazed at the fun they were having together that it made her sad that it took seven years to get to this point. Why did it take her so long to realize her attraction to him? Why did it take [i]him[/i] so long? Where would they be now if they had come to the same conclusion years ago? Questions like these drove her crazy. Or, crazier. The past seven years felt like the first portion of their relationship during which normal couples get to know each other, have their fights, learn to deal with the quirks and annoying habits, except they weren't dating. It was something they were working through together - strengthing the bond between them - and they didn't even know it. Or, to put in Jane's simpler terms, it was like seven years of foreplay. The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but not with awkwardness; a sign of the level of comfortableness they felt with each other was that they never felt the need to fill the silence with pointless rambling or small talk. Jane’s head was in Rob’s lap with the rest of her body lining the backseat of the stranger’s car. She looked up to him sleepily and smiled, reaching up a hand to his face and grazing it lightly. “What are you doing to me?” she whispered up to him. It was a question to which she expected no answer. She didn’t even know if it was an answer. All of the reasons she shunned any sort of romanticism in her life she was beginning to forget and let go of. Part of her hated it, having such a soft spot for him. The other part was enjoying herself thoroughly. They arrived back at the hotel room, and Jane immediately dug around in the drawer in the night stand for a joint she had rolled earlier, lighting it and blowing the smoke out of the patio door. “I wanna nap,” she called out as the smoke shot out of her mouth. “Join me.” Once they were both laying down, Jane rested her head on Rob’s chest and her hand on his stomach. “Thanks for today, Rob,” she whispered. “I really appreciate it.” After listening to his heart beat for a few minutes, she was lulled to sleep with her face buried in his chest and her legs wrapped in his.