[band-fanfriction]

Chapter 17

After talking with Tyler for maybe a half an hour, I left the hotel room and found my way back to the tour bus, with some help from the hotel employees' directions. But you don't want to hear about that, you want to know about my and Tyler's conversation. "He treats you so horrible Kristy, he's using you." Tyler sighed. "You don't know that." I countered. "From what you're telling me, he's using you for sex. He doesn't have a girlfriend to fuck anymore. He seduced you, just so his needs could be fulfilled." Tyler said angrily, "Fucker." He muttered. I refused to believe it, "Michael said he wish I could be his." My voiced cracked. He looked at me sympathetically, "I'm afraid it was all part of the act." My sight went blurry with tears. I sat on the bed with my head in my hands shaking my head. "How could I be so stupid?" I sighed, "He was my best fucking friend! He knew everything, I trusted him with my life! I'd take a bullet for that asshole!" I refuse to be sad, I tried to turn my sadness into anger, "I didn't even have feelings for him at first, then he fucking lead me on!" It didn't work. Tyler rubbed my back, "Stop it, you're not stupid. Michael is stupid for taking you for granted and hurting you so much. If he doesn't see how amazing you are they forget him, he's not worth it. "Maybe so." I said, "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to finish tour." He stood in front of me. "You're gonna go back to that tour bus and you're gonna act like everything is okay, nothing happened, then when you take that stage, you pour your feelings out in your performance. That's how you're gonna survive this tour." He said, "How many shows do you have left in the tour?" He was right. It's not a bad thing to cry on stage, or get super pissed off, if anything it a good thing. When fans see you cry on stage it helps them realize their not alone. When you get super pissed off it makes you destructive on stage. You might throw your mic stand or slam your fists against the floor or climb up the metal stands that hold up the stage lights. Both show your passion for the music and lyrics. Both make the audience happy. "Um like two or three." I answered. "They better be your best performances." He said, "I expect no less." He held out his hand. I took it so he could help me stand up. He placed his hand on my lower back and walked me out of his room. When I stepped out the door to his room I turned around to thank him. "Thank you." I said. "No problem," he said with a small smile, "I wasn't kidding when I said I expect no less than your best. I'll be watching, I want to see you covered in sweat half way through the set, I want to be able to feel your passion. I want to see what lies inside Kristy Jones head through your performance. Don't hold back, it's time for the world to see how much of a bad ass you are." I swallowed, "I know, I'll make sure you will, no more holding back." I smiled. "Good." He smiled back. A little period of silence passed before I thanked Tyler again and said goodbye. "See you later." He said. I turned and began to walk down the hallway to the elevators. "Hey!" I heard Tyler yell. I swiveled on my heal, "Yeah?" He half smiled, "Call me when tours over?" I smiled and bit my lip, then thought for a second, "Sure." "Cool." He nodded. I finally reached the tour bus, anxiety hit me immediately. Just breathe, it'll be okay. Save it for the stage. One last deep breath and I was ready to go inside. Well at least as ready as I could be. I clasped the handle in my hand and gave it a hard pull. The door was unlocked luckily. As I stepped inside I was pelted with questions. "Where were you?!" "We've been trying to contact you for hours!" "We we're so worried something happened!" "Guys, guys I'm okay!" I said. AJ came up and hugged me tightly. "I was so fucking worried you got kidnapped or something." He sighed in my ear. "I'm okay, just hungover." I said smiling. "It's almost 3!" I heard Josh tell me, wide eyed. My face got red, "I went to my aunt's, to visit so she could wish me a happy birthday in person. Ya'know my Aunt Stacy?" "Oh yeah." Josh said, "But we've all been trying to contact you through text or call, why didn't you answer? Or at least tell us you were at your aunts?" "My phone died, I forgot to charge it while I was sleeping." I lied, "I'm sorry." "It's okay, just don't scare us like that again, please." Sky said. "I won't." I said, "I don't plan on getting that drunk again, the hangover is just too much." I chuckled. Aj tightened his grip around me. "I'm ok Aj, I promise. I'm not hurt in anyway." I assured him. He sighed and dug his forehead in my neck. "I just don't know what I would do if I found out someone took advantage of you. I'd never forgive myself." He said. The boys nodded, agreeing, except for Michael who was leaning against the kitchen table with arms crossed. He made eye contact with me after Aj said that, he knew I thought of him when the word "advantage" was said aloud. But, not even a second later he looked back at the floor. I was lost in thought, staring into space. Thinking about what Tyler said. "Wait do we have a show tonight?!" I asked worried, "We need to get going now! Come on let's go!" I said as I ran through the bus trying to find our bus driver. I heard one of them chuckle, "Relax, our next show is tomorrow, remember it's another festival?" Our guitar tech said. "Oh, right." I said and relaxed. I slumped on the couch and sighed heavily. I covered my eyes with my arm and rested the other on top of the back of the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. "Hey," I blindly swung at their chest softy, "Can you see if we have anymore Advil, and if we do can you grab me like three? Please, I still got a hangover." "Sure." I heard Ty say. He got up and left to find my Advil. I heard cabinets open and close and, most likely, the Advil bottle shake around with all the pills in it. Then I heard the faucet turn on and off. Lastly, I heard Ty sit back down next to me. "Here." He said. I lifted my arm off my face and took each pill. "Thank you." I said and relaxed back on the couch. "No problem, Party Girl." He chuckled. I chuckled nervously at the nickname. You have no idea. ~ I said I'd be back in January and I kept my promise! I'll have the next chapter up soon. -Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 16 I woke up with a pounding head ache meaning I had yet another hangover. I shifted to my side but something felt off, I could feel the sheets against my my skin, every inch of my skin and the bed I'm in feels too stiff to be my bed in my bunk. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a king sized bed with cheap white sheets. The walls were painted a boring beige and some ten dollar painting hung on the wall opposite to the sliding glass doors that lead to a small balcony. I saw a man on the sitting in one of the two chairs that sat outside, that must be the man I had sex with last night. Thinking back to last night, it was kind of a blur. I remember I was at the bar because I left Michael and I met a nice man and one thing lead to another and here I am. Oh shit, Michael! I jerked my head to the digital clock on the night stand. 12:52 pm?! I slowly rose and stood up, considering I still have a hangover, and covered myself with the duvet from the bed. I was going to leave but something told me to talk to the man on the patio. I looked on the floor for my clothes but couldn't find them. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I wrapped the duvet around me like a towel and walked to the glass door. I gazed at the back of them man's head, his haircut looked awfully familiar. I know I just slept with him last night but I swear I could recall him from some time ago. As I stepped closer to the glass and wrapped my hand around the chilled handle, I hesitated, I really don't want to open the door but I don't know where my clothes are and even if I did I wouldn't know how to get back to my hotel considering I don't know where this hotel is. With one jerk, I made my decision and opened the door. The man turned around and revealed himself. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand, "Tyler?" Suddenly, last night became clear. Every moment came rushing back into my memory. All the blank spots were filled, the puzzle became solved. "Oh my god." I said and slammed the door, locking it. I stepped back slowly as Tyler yelled my name and pelted his fists on the glass. I pulled the duvet tighter around me, feeling so exposed even though the only skin visible was my arms and my shoulders and up. The back of my legs soon met the bed, making me forcibly sit down. I held my head in my hand as my mind raced with thoughts and flashbacks of last night. You're such a whore. Not only did you like it but you started it. He wanted to stop, why didn't you listen?! You admitted your past feelings to him? Are you stupid?! This is the man the back stabbed the band! Oh my god, how is the band going to react to this? The thoughts wouldn't shut up making me get a firm grip on my hair and shut my eyes tight. Shut up! I felt my heart race and my breathing quicken. Oh no, not again! Warm tears burned my eyes as I lost control. I laid back and looked at the ceiling, Tyler completely tuned out by now, hoping maybe a resting position would help calm me down. My breathing and heart pace raced against each other as my head screamed "shut up" over and over. Slowly, I was able to slow my thought down and clear my mind, shortly after my heart rate and breathing returned to normal and I could hear Tyler practically screaming my name. I looked over and saw his fists were about ready to break the glass. I got up and walked to him, unlocking and opening the door. He rushed inside and wrapped me tightly in his arms combing my hair with his fingers. "Oh my fucking God Kristy, don't ever scare me like that again. Are you okay? Do you need water? Please talk to me." He spoke quickly. "I'm fine." I murmured. "Are you sure?" He asked, voiced filled with concern, "what happened?" "I, uhhh." I didn't want to say it but how else could I explain what just happened? "It was an anxiety attack, it happens." I said and looked down. He kneeled in front of me so he could look at me. "Anxiety?" He asked, "Since when do you have that?" "Fairly recently." I said. He slightly frowned, "I've heard of it before, what is it?" "It's um," I stuttered, "It's just something in my... brain? Um it's not something to worry about." I lied, "it doesn't affect me often." "Well whatever it is, I'll be right by your side helping you get through it." He smiled kissing me on the cheek as he stood up. I froze, "did you just kiss me on the cheek or... did I imagine it?" "Oh crap!" He chuckled, "I forgot to ask you." "Ask what?" I asked uneasy. He kneeled down in front of me again and enclosed one of my hands in his, "Kristy Jones, will you allow me the honor of taking you on a date?" I gasped and choked on my spit, coughing harshly. "Oh shit, do you need water?" Tyler asked. I continued coughing so he got up to get me some water but I tugged on his wrist to stop him. I stopped coughing and cleared my throat. "Let me get into some clothes and then ask me again." I fake smiled, "Maybe take a shower? I just need to calm down a bit." I said causing Tyler to look a little hurt. "From the anxiety attack." I said quickly to cover my tracks. Tyler had a little 'a-ha' moment and gave me a tiny smile, "Sure." I smiled and stood up, "Great." I looked around the room again, "Um where are my clothes?" I asked. "They're in the bathroom." He said and walked back out to the balcony. I thanked him and rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I released the duvet and let it fall to the ground. I turned on the shower, running it a little warm. I quickly tied my hair up and looked in the mirror thinking, Kristy Jones what have you gotten yourself into? <p>~ <p>I'm back! Sorta. I'm not gonna be updating again til January and hopefully I'll be back to updating once a week. Life has just been a mess lately and I'm been trying really hard to clean it up. I need to cut a person out of my life but he just won't go away. And I could go on and on but I finally found some time to post this. Hopefully by the time January comes I'll be back to updating once a week. Happy Holidays :)

~Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 15 ~smut warning~ Tyler looked down at me and smiled brightly. He leaned down and kissed my cheek but retracted immediately when he realized what he's done. Wide eyed, he said, "I'm so sorry." and let go of me. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Wait." I said and held onto his shoulder. He turned around and stared at me. His eyes shifted to my lips and back to my eyes. "Can I try something?" I asked, my voice barely audible. He licked his lips and nodded. I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly. Our lips touched. He moved his hand to my jawline and held my hand with his other. He disconnected our lips and looked at me. "This is wrong." He said, "you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing." "I may be drunk but I know what I'm doing." I said. "No you're drunk and lonely." He argued. "I want you." I said, "that's why I've been messing around with Michael. Because I miss you. I am lonely, because you've been gone." "I have too but this is wrong." He said, "I've already betrayed the band. You don't need to betray them as well." "How is this betraying them?" I asked. "The new vocalist kissing the ex-vocalist? Behind the band's back?" He said. I sighed, "I see what you're saying." He looked down at his knees. "But they shouldn't have a say in my love life." I said, "I've already been messing around with Michael behind without them knowing. I'm already in deep shit. Please Tyler, I need this." He looked at me and back at his lap. Frustration stamped all over his face and his eyebrows were pushed together. He grunted, "Aw, fuck it." He leaned in and kissed me again, with a little more force this time. He pulled back and sat me sideways on his lap. Reaching up to kiss me again, I held his face gently in my hands. I combed my fingers through his soft blonde locks and nibbled on his lower lip. "Kristy." He warned against my lips. "Tyler." I mocked. I reached up his shirt, feeling every crevice, curve, and muscle on his back and chest. He disconnected us, reaching behind him and pulled on the back of his shirt, taking it off. He tossed it to the floor and glided his hands from my ribs down to my hips and twisted me to face him so now I was straddling his lap. I slipped my shirt off as well and rejoined our lips. The kiss became more passionate as he slowly slid his tongue into my mouth, carefully exploring every single inch. One of my hands creeped down his chest and stomach to the front of his jeans, my other hand followed shortly after. I swiftly unbuttoned them and pulled them open and did the same with mine. "You sure you want this?" He asked against my lips. "Yes, Tyler." I answered breathlessly. He continued kissing me as he moved his hands down my back and into my jeans, holding my ass in his hands and softly massaging it. He picked me up off his lap and turned us around, gently laying me down on the bed. He retracted and let his pants drop, stepping out of them right then left. He got on the bed and sat on his knees. He reached for the waist band of my jeans then wiggled them off me. "Are you one-hundred percent sure you want to do this?" He asked. "Yes." I answered. He smiled and crawled on top of me. His lips cover my neck in kisses making me giggle but he must've not liked that because he bit down harshly making me gasp. "Tyler!" "What?" He chuckled, "I'm trying to turn you on, not make you giggle." He kissed me again, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I brought my hands to the back of his head and weaved my fingers in his hair, rotating my hips into his. His erection rubbed hardly against my folds, more importantly my clit, making me squirm under him and whine for more. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra, sliding it of my shoulders and tossing it across the room. He stopped kissing me and sat up, scanning my body. "Wow," he breathed, "Gorgeous." I smiled, blushing at him. Lifting my hips I pushed my panties down my legs and watched Tyler pull them off my ankles. He dropped his boxers and crawled back onto me, wrapping my legs around his waist. "You ready?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded, "Yes." He grabbed his wallet from the nightstand and took a condom out and rolled it onto his erection. He aimed himself and very slowly pushed him into my cunt making me gasp. He thrusted in and out slowly, pushing the rest of his length in more with every thrust. He sighed happily and continued moving at the same pace. "Faster." I breathed. He obeyed and thrusted faster into me. I gripped his biceps as my breathing became heavier and sweat stared to form on my forehead. He leaned down and began to kiss me again sinking his tongue into my mouth. Tyler is an excellent kisser, he knows what he's doing and he knows how to keep his lips in the same place when he's fucking me at the same time. "Tyler..." I moaned, "Faster please." I whined against his lips. "Anything for you." He said and sat up. He sat on his feet and grabbed my thighs pulling my ass onto his lap. Suddenly, he pounded his cock into me rapidly making my boobs bounce and the sound of our skin slapping louder. I threw my arms down and gripped the bed sheets and shut my eyes, moaning with every thrust. "I've wanted this for so long Kristy." He moaned, "You feel so good." "Me too." I panted,"Oh god, Tyler!" I moaned. His moans are hot and sexy, and the way his face looked, with sweat on his forehead and his mouth slightly open, probably could be even to put me over the edge. "Tyler you're so fucking sexy." I moaned, "Touch me please!" He rubbed soft circles on my clit, making me throw my head back and breathe heavier. "How does that feel babygirl?" He asked with his husky voice that made my head spin. "So good!" I yelled "Harder Tyler! Harder!" He smirked and roughly rubbed my clit in various patters. I arched my back, "Oh!" I moaned, "Oh! T-Tyler! Oh fuck!" I felt my walls clench, telling me I'm close. "I'm close!" I panted. "Me too Kristy!" He groaned. He thrusted frantically into me as my walls tightened around him and with a scream of his name I orgasmed. Tyler was still going though, so I decided to talk dirty until he released as well. "You make me feel so good Tyler. I love when you fuck me. You're so fucking big, I love the feeling of your throbbing cock pounding into my tight pussy!" I moaned, "Cum for me Tyler! Release your cum inside of me!" He moaned my name loudly and released his seed inside of me. "You're so hot when you talk dirty." He said and rode out his high. He slid himself out of me and collapsed next to me, both of us panting messes. He picked me up bridal style and pulled the blankets down the bed, carefully setting me down with my head resting against the pillow. He laid down next to me and pulled the sheets over us, snaking his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. He kissed my cheek, "Goodnight, Kristy." "Goodnight Tyler." ~ Sorry this chapter is like 2 weeks late I'll be honest, this chapters been ready since last week I just didn't want to proofread it but it's here now! So be happy. Next chapter will be up next week

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 14 Where am I? At a bar. Who would've guessed? Everybody probably. I know that turning to alcohol isn't the best thing to do but, it's not like I'm hurting anyone when I'm drunk. I'm a happy drunk, I forget my problems and worries. It's my hakuna matata. And it's not like I get drunk all the time, sure I get tipsy but I can control myself. Drink after drink after drink, I found my wallet empty. I thought about going to the bus to get more money, but then a man behind me spoke up. "Excuse me, can I buy you a drink?" He asked. I smiled, "It would be rude if I said no, and I'm not one to be rude." He chuckled. I turned around to see a face I vowed I would never speak to again. "Tyler?! I thought I told you to stop talking to me?!" I yelled. "Shh, shh." He said and sat me in a barstool. I slapped his hands off of me, "I'm not in the mood Tyler!" I seethed, "Why are you in Florida?!" I asked. "I wanted to see how the band was doing." He said. "Why do you give a fuck about the band suddenly?" I asked. "Kristy, just hear me out ok?" He asked. "Why the hell should I give you the time of day?!" I asked. "Because I came to apologize." He said, "I fucked up, I almost ruined your tour, I'm sorry." "It only took you months to get the balls to apologize." I spat. "I fucked up big time." He said. I scoffed, "Really? I didn't notice." "Kristy, please. I see all the hate you're getting. If I didn't leave the band none of this would be happening. I hurt you, and I didn't mean to." I stayed quite. "Kristy," he said and moved his face in front of mine, "you have to believe me when I say the last thing I wanted to happen was for you to get hurt." "Why should I believe you?!" I asked. He looked kinda hurt from my question, "Because you're the one I miss the most from the band. You were the only one I could go to when I was being 'over-sensitive' about things. When I had writers' block, you were there for me. You took care of me when I was super drunk and reminded me of who I am when I started to think of myself so highly." "Says the same guy that left the band without looking back." I said, "If you missed me so much why didn't you call? Or even bother to warn me about you leaving the band?" "Because I was a dumbass, still am but like I said I fucked up. And I'm so sorry." He said. I grabbed my beer, "Sure you are."I said sarcastically and stumbled off my bar stool, landing on my hands and knees. When I fell I let go of my beer, causing it to land next to my hand and break. "Kristy please," he said and came to my aid, "You're drunk. Let me help you back to the tour bus." He said and stood me up. "No!" I yelled and jumped out of his hold, "I mean, uh, no. The band wouldn't be happy if they saw me with you. And well, I'm not sure I'm happy with myself talking to you." He thought for a second, "Kristy, you're too drunk, it's not safe for you to walk these streets alone. Come with me to my hotel for the night. You can have the bed and I can take the floor if it means you'll be safe." "Tyler," I said, "I really shouldn't." "Kristy please, I insist. It's the least I can do to start making up for what I did." He said. "Alright fine." I said, "But only because you're sleeping on the floor." I smiled. "Ok." He chuckled, "Thank you." We walked out of the bar and to his car. When we got in he started talking again. "I know that you'd probably hate me even more for asking this but, what's wrong?" He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You only drink a lot when you have a problem. Not to mention that it was your birthday 3 hours ago, Happy Birthday by the way. What happened?" He asked. "I can't believe you remembered my birthday, thank you. And the whole drinking thing is just because something stupid happened. It was nothing." I said. "It sure doesn't look like nothing." He said, "but if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine." "No, I do but I can't." I said. He asked, "Can I take a guess what happened?" I laughed, "Sure but you're not gonna guess it." He smirked, "Is it something to do with Michael?" I let a small gasp out and choked on my spit. He chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes." "How did you know?" I asked, regaining my breath. "I saw your shows the last couple of days and notice you and Michael playing tonsil hockey when the bands are not around. And his hands roam a little too much of you for my liking." He said. "Oh look at Mr. Protective here getting his knickers in a twist." I mocked. "Ha-ha very funny." He said, "but for real Kristy, I will always be protective of you." I mumbled a "yeah, okay" and fiddled with my nails. He kept going on about how sorry he was. He was really beating up himself over it, I kind of felt bad that he felt so bad. I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. I mean he was my best friend besides Michael; and I was attracted to him back then too, but then he backstabbed me and the band. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him though. I hoped he didn't change after his departure and he didn't. He's the same old Tyler. He helped me to his room and settled me in the bed. After, he grabbed 2 pillows and a couple blankets from the closet and made his bed for the night on the floor. We chatted a bit before a silence rolled over us. "I'm really sorry." He apologized again. I took a deep breath, "You're forgiven." He shot up and looked at me, his eyes peering over the foot of the bed. His eyebrow raised up. "Really?" He asked. I half smiled, "Really." He let out a breath and slowly relaxed back onto his makeshift bed. "Why did you want to see the band?" I asked. "Curiosity, I wanted to see how the band was holding up." He said. "B.S. If you cared that much you would've stayed." I said. He sighed, "Okay, I wanted to see the guys; y'know, to see how they've been since I've left. But really I wanted to see you. I saw all the harassment you're getting from the fans, and I wanted to see how you were holding up. But I can see your boyfriend is taking good care of you. Don't worry, I won't tell." I laughed, "I don't have a boyfriend." "Well you and Michael are definitely not 'just friends'." He said. "Well yeah, but we're not together." I said and sunk more into my pillow, feeling the soft material of the pillowcase on my cheek. "So... friends with benefits?" He asked. I pressed my lips together and thought, "Kinda. At least that's what he saw it as. I thought we were starting something serious. But the funny thing is that I never even saw Michael like that before we started doing stuff. He got really affectionate and that's when I started to get feelings." "Oh," he said, "So you guys have 'done it'? And you didn't even mention your feelings towards each other? Well I mean if Michael had feelings." He said. "No and no." I sighed, "We've gone far but we haven't actually 'done it'." "Good. I don't like the thought of you two doing that." He said. "Here we go again with Mr. Uptight." I giggled. "I just don't like the thought of you doing that with him." He chuckled. "And it's Mr. Carter to you." We continued to chat for a little about stupid things. Until I just had to invite him to sleep in the same bed as me. "You can share the bed with me if you want." I said. He replied, "Are you sure you want me in the same bed as you? I'm fine down here." "No, I don't want you on the floor. Come up here. I'll scoot over." I said. "Alright." He said. He grabbed his pillow and blankets and walked to the empty side of the bed. "Don't worry I'll stay on my side." He said. I chewed my lip and thought. "Actually, is it okay if I-um... If we, were laying a bit closer." I said. He looked at me surprised. "If you want to, then yes." He laid down and opened his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder with my hand flat against his fabric-covered chest. I felt him slowly relax as he wrapped his arm around my back. I sighed on his collar bone. I've missed this. Whenever he was in the studio at late hours he would call me down and we'd work until we fell asleep. We would in this position on the couch. "Kristy?" He whispered. "Mmhm?" I answered. "I've missed this." He said. I looked up at him, "Me too." and smiled. ~ Just a reminder Kristy is still drunk during this and she is lonely so..... you'll see what happens in the next chapter c: ~Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 13 "So Kristy," Josh spoke up, "What are you gonna do for your birthday?" "Fuck bitches and get money." I said trying to keep a straight face. We laughed at my childishness. "Seriously Kristy, what do you want to do?" Asked AJ. I looked up at the sky to think and patted the arms of the chair. All the buses were parked outside the venue for tonight and we were just talking. "Hm, I don't know." I said and looked back at the guys, "What can we do? We're on tour." All the guys laughed at me. "What?" I said. Alan calmed down and spoke up, "You're acting as if none of us have had a birthday while on tour." He scoffed. "Sweetie, we can make your birthday, if not the best, then your second best birthday ever." Kevin Staff spoke up. "I can guarantee its not one you're gonna forget." Michael stated. I looked at him and saw him lick his lower lip. I crossed my legs subconsciously and looked forward, knowing what his "gift" is going to be. Michael has insisted on slowing things down ever since the anxiety thing happened, so I haven't gotten anything since then. And it's been 4 days. Every time I try to start something he just reminds me of the whole "incident" and stops me. And believe me, I have tried my hardest. Oh, and eventually I did call my doctor, he said I might have minor anxiety but he can't tell over the phone so I need to come in as soon as tour is over. But according to Michael, that means to stop all touching and anything that might possibly trigger it. "Hey, do we play a show on your birthday?" Aaron Pauley asked. "Nope." I said. "Even better!" He said, "Why don't we rent a couple hotel rooms for the night? And we'll do something during the day." "Sounds good so far." I smiled. "Hey aren't we gonna be in Florida on your birthday?" Sky asked. "Yeah." I said. His eyes lit up, "Florida has a bunch of stuff we can do! I'm sure we'll figure something out." I smiled and nodded. All the bands started suggesting fun things to do. Honestly, I couldn't wait for my birthday now. "Happy birthday dear Kristy, happy birthday to you!" I blew out the candles on my childish "rockstar" themed cake the guys picked out for me. About an hour later I opened up all my presents and all of A Day To Remember and Of Mice & Men's boys headed back to the hotel. "Thank you guys so much for giving me the best birthday I've had in years." I said. "You deserve it." AJ said followed by a bunch of mumbled "yeah"s. I giggled, "Seriously guys, I'm so grateful to have you in my life. You guys are part of what make me, me. Without you I'd probably still be living with my mom and hating life. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you guys." They all smiled, "We love you too, Kristy." I smiled brightly as I have them each a hug. Yawning, I decided it was time to call it a night. Together, we walked back to the hotel. We rode the elevator to the correct floor and said good night as we stepped out. The hotel wasn't expensive so to each room had two queen sized beds and each bed had a band/crew member. I'm not sure who's rooming with who, but I do know that Michael is sharing with me. Yes, this was planned. No, I'm not that tired. I opened the door and he closed it behind us, making sure to lock it. After, he ran towards me, wrapping and lifting me in his arms, spinning us around so he could throw me on one of the beds. Michael laughed when I landed. "Come here." I giggled. He got on the bed and walked on his knees to me, taking off his jacket at the same time. I pulled on his shirt and kissed him. The kiss was sweet and light, but that was about to change. I laid us back on the bed and slid my tongue into his mouth, weaving my fingers in his hair. He reached a hand up my shirt and roamed my body and I loved every second of it. I flipped us over and straddled him, pulling my shirt off when we landed. I rocked my hips against him, feeling my core getting hotter. We took his shirt off and kissed more before he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I sat up and slid the straps off my arms slowly, acting as innocent as possible. I tossed it to the side as he massaged my chest with his hands causing me to gyrate my hips against his again. He flipped us over again so he was set between my legs and taking off his belt while I undid my jeans. I brought my legs up and pushed them down to my ankles before Michael pulled them off and moved my legs back to where they were. "Oh wait." He said and reached into his pocket. He took out his phone and tapped at it. "Mind telling me why everyone seem to have a different picture of you and Alan together?" He asked. I knew he was faking it but I wanted to play along, "Because Alan Ashby is a babe, he's so hot." "Oh really?" He asked. I nodded, "I bet he's as good in bed as he looks." I licked my lips just to make him more irritated. "So you wanna play like that?" He said, "Fine by me." He rubbed my through my panties making me gasp at every stroke. He worked at that for a bit before he took my panties off. "Damn you're wet." He said in a low sexy voice as he grazed my folds with his fingers. I bucked my hips, "Michael, please." I whined. "What was that?" He asked, smirking. "Michael, please!" I said louder, getting more frustrated by the second. He continued to touch me at the same pace. I growled and pounced him making him stumble off the bed and chuckle darkly. I crawled of the bed and dropped on my knees in front of him. I ripped his belt off and watched his pants drop to his ankles. His erection was clearly outlined against his boxer-briefs. I slid down his underwear enough so his dick sprung free. Without hesitation I pumped him causing his breathing to become heavier. I pumped him faster before sucking the tip, making a popping sound when I was done. "Holy shit." He mumbled. He pulled my hair back as I took him in my mouth again. I bobbed my head back and forth sucking and licking his length. I sucked him for a while but I could tell he was getting antsy. Suddenly, he held my head in place and fucked my mouth. He grunted with every thrust. His roughness made me moan on his cock and look up at him. He groaned and moaned, getting sloppier, telling me he was close. He thrusted into my mouth frantically, his noises becoming louder. Then, took himself out of my mouth and jerked himself off, releasing his cum on my chest and stomach with a loud moan. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He yelled, out of breathe. He pulled me up by my arms and pushed me on the bed. "Your turn." He said in a husky voice. He spread my legs and shot me a smirk. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and kissed my thigh, traveling his way up to my core. Once his lips arrived to my inner thighs, he started sucking. He left several hickeys before hovering his face in front of my wetness. He sunk a finger in me and moved it in and out of me at a slow pace, adding another finger after a little. He fingered me, increasing the speed of his pace every minute. I gyrated myself on his fingers, matching his pace. He held my hips down with his other arm making me whine which quickly turned into a loud gasp when I felt his tongue rub against my clit. "Faster." I groaned. "Yes, princess." He said against my cunt. The feeling sent shivers down my spine. He moved his fingers faster as he slurped my liquids. The tingling in my lower stomach grew. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing his face further in there as I squirted my eyes and moaned his name over and over. "Michael... oh fuck." I moaned loudly. I squirmed. He switched his mouth and hands so now his thumb is rubbing my clit vigorously and his tongue licked at my entrance. "Fucking hell!" I yelled. He hummed against me making me arch my back and push his face against me harder. Finally, I reached my high with a scream off his name. I gasped for air as he licked me clean. When he finished he lifted his head from me. A bit of my cum sat on his lower lip, the sight made me want him more. "Michael, just fuck me already!" I begged. He licked my cum off his lip and sat up. "I don't think we're ready for that." He said. I laughed, "Very funny." I wrapped my arms around his upper back and kissed him, slipping my tongue in his mouth almost immediately. He moved his lips in sync with mine as he firmly place his hands on my hips. I reached down to his member but Michael pushed me off of him. "I'm serious Kristy." He said. I looked at him disappointed "What do you mean?" "I just don't think we should have sex yet." He said. Puzzled, I said, "We've been fooling around since the beginning of tour. You literally just ate me out. Why the sudden change?" "There's no change." He said. "So you never wanted to have sex with me?" I asked. "No," he said and grabbed my hands, "I do it's just... we would be fucking behind the bands back." "Isn't that what we've already been doing?" I asked. "We haven't fucked, so no." He said. "You're confusing me." I said. "I just... Think that, um..." He stumbled on his words. "Just say it Michael." I said. "The day we fuck is the day we become fuck buddies." He said. I widen my eyes, "Fuck buddies? That's what this is to you?" "Well, yeah." He said. "Are you fucking serious? You think of this as just a casual fuck? Oh my God." I got off the bed and searched for my clothes. "Kristy wait." He said, "What did you think this was?" I ignored him and put on my clothes. "Kris, do you have feelings for me?" He asked. I froze, I didn't know the answer to that question. "No." I said. "I know when you're lying." He said. I felt my eyes water with frustration, "I-I don't know!" I said, "I thought that you saw us as more than just friends, I didn't think that we we're friends with benefits!" I heard him sigh, "I'm not gonna date a band mate." I turned around and faced him, "Then you shouldn't have lead me on like that! I thought you wanted to start something, I thought you had feelings for me!" "Kris, when did I ever show any sign of feeling like that?" He said. "Oh, I don't know. Let's think back to the beginning of tour when you kissed my forehead and cheek. When you gave me Eskimo kisses and called me beautiful. When you begged me to stay with you in your bunk and cuddle. When you would sneak kisses throughout the day when the guys weren't looking. When you would let me sit in your lap just so you could hug me. When you let me rest in your arms when I found out about my possible anxiety! Remember any of that?!" I yelled. He widen his eyes a little, which made me realize that he was lying. "Wait a minute, you're lying. You do have feelings for me! Why else would you be so affectionate?" I said. "Because I'm your best friend." He said. "Bull shit! Friends don't kiss, and cuddle. They don't show signs of affection and call each other beautiful before a kiss." I said. "You're lying to yourself again." He said. "The only person lying here is you." I said. "I am not lying! You're just in denial, you can't accept the fact that all we are, are friends with benefits, it was meaningless!" He yelled. "You're a lair! I know that this meant something to you you're just too fucking stubborn to admit it!" I yelled back. "I don't have feelings for you Kristy! I would've never don't this shit if I knew you felt this way and act like this!" "You know what? Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want my lips against yours, you don't want to hold my hand or hold me all the time. Tell me you don't want to call me yours!" I said and pulled him by his shirt to me. He swallowed, "I don't see you like that, I don't want you." I pushed him away from me. "Bull fucking shit! You wanna know how I know that you're lying?!" I asked. "How?!" He asked. "Because the first night of tour when I was in your bunk and you thought I was asleep, you kissed my cheek and said, 'I wish I could call you mine'." His mouth was agape and his eyes grew big. "That's what I thought." I said and grabbed one of the room keys before walking out of our room. ~ Wow long chapter but I'm back! Haha lots of shit still going on but hopefully this week was the end of it. Next chapter up soon. ~Mel

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I'm in love with "and his lips on your cheek". I love it so much!!

Thank you so much!Ps: I finally finished writing chapter 13 I just need to proof read it for errors c:

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Chapter 12 "Why does it matter?" I asked. "If I known that I wouldn't be sneaking around with you and you wouldn't have had that anxiety attack last night!" He yelled. No, I don't have anxiety I don't. I refuse to believe that was an anxiety attack. "No! That wasn't what happened last night!" I yelled, "I don't have anxiety and I never will!" "You're going to see a doctor!" He yelled. "No! I'm not sick!" I argued, "I don't have anxiety!" "You do! Your mom told me all the stress your having and the worry and paranoia your having is all part of the illness!" He said, "And you have it!" Tears of anger filled my eyes. I didn't want to admit it, I didn't want to know I have anxiety. I've seen the ways it's taken over my mom, it's horrendous. She has to take a pill a day now because of it, but I'm not about to let some stupid pill handle my problems. "Fuck you, Michael!" I screamed, "I don't fucking have it! You said it yourself you're worried about the band finding out too!" "I'm worried but not fucking pulling my hair out!" He said, "I know the reason why you tense up at night, it's 'cause you're mind is racing with all your worries and all this paranoia! And all that hate you get? Your mind just repeats every insult, every name you got called over and over!" He yelled and grabbed my arms. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" I screamed. I thrashed his arms off of me and covered my ears. "Shut up! You don't know anything about this!" I shouted. He ripped my hands of the side of my head and crashed them back down to my sides. "This isn't healthy Kris! You need help!" He yelled. The angry tears became sad ones as they streamed down my face. "Go fuck yourself!" I cried. He shoved me on the couch and got in my face again. "You're in major denial!" He seethed, "You're ill Kristy, you have a mental illness. No matter how much you say you don't, you always will have it." I glared at him, "I don't have it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper. The paper has numbers and a name on it. "Then prove it." He said and drop the paper. He walked out of the bus and slammed the door behind him. I wiped the tears from my face and looked at the scrap. The piece of paper had my doctors name and phone number, he probably got it from my mom. Fuck him. I don't need a doctor to tell me what's wrong with me. I definitely do not need some know-it-all to tell me what's wrong with me either. I'm not mental. Five minutes later I'm crying on the couch in the front room. I called my mom asking if I have it. She said mostly likely. When she said that I hung up and threw my phone on the couch. I ran into the front room and well, you know the rest. I covered my eyes with my hands and let the contractions in my chest be. I didn't try to control my sobs, no one was around to see me and I haven't had a good cry in a while. I heard the door open making my jolt upright and wipe rub the tears off my cheeks. Michael stood at the door. His eyes are slightly glassy and his hair is disheveled a bit. My chest was still constricting repeatedly. Michael moved in front of me, now on his knees, and cupped my face with his hands. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. "You were right." Was all I could get out, "You were completely right." "I don't want to be right." He said, "If it makes you feel like this then, I don't ever want to be right again. I'm so sorry." I sniffled, "Me too. I shouldn't have called you all those mean things, you were just trying to help me." "That doesn't mean I should yell at you." He said. "It was the only way to get it through my head. You did what you had to do." I said. "No, I could've said it better, I was just angry. I thought you didn't trust me." He said. "Michael, I trust you with my life." I said, "You should know that by now." "Then why didn't you tell me?" He asked. I shrugged, "I didn't think it was important. I figured once I graduated high school and I didn't have it, I'd be fine." He ceased talking and stared at me. "What?" I asked. "I'm so sorry I hurt you." He said, "That's the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you and I did it anyway." "You just told me what I needed to hear." I sniffled. He shook his head and reached up to wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I will eventually." I said. He picked me up bridal-style as he got to his feet and walked me to the back room. When he leaned over to put me on the couch, I pulled myself into him. I mumbled a no and pressed my forehead into the crook of his neck. "Stay." I said. He sat on the couch with me still in his arms. "Movie?" He asked. I shook my head, "That means you have to get up." "Well yeah." He chuckled. "I like this. Don't move." I said. "Don't worry, I'm not." He smiled, "Is it okay if I fall asleep?" I asked. "Aren't you worried that they'll see us?" He said. "A little." I said. "Don't worry." He said, "If they do, I'll just tell them you needed comfort." "Okay." I whispered. "Get some sleep." He whispered and kissed my forehead. ~ Um a lot has been going on, so this chapter is late. And sorry it's a little boring. Please be patient with me, it's been really rough these past two weeks and I don't think it's gonna blow over any time soon. So um, yeah. ~Mel

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Chapter 11

I can feel my breathing get faster. Like really fast. I can hear the guys voices outside the bunk, Michael was explaining to them why the door was locked. Obviously he didn’t tell them the truth, he just used a lie to cover it up.

"Sorry, I didn’t know I locked the door on the way in." He said.

The band made mumbled complaints and asked him why he took so long to open the door.

"I passed out on the couch and the knocking woke me up, I didn’t know how long you were out there. My bad." He said.

The band mumbled stuff again.

"Guys I really need to take a shower." He exclaimed.

I heard his footsteps get quieter by the step. My breathing didn’t slow down one bit, if anything it might’ve gotten faster. I think this is what hyperventilating is. I’ve heard people get that when they’re really scared. But I wouldn’t say I’m feeling scared, I’m feeling a little worried and paranoid but that’s because of the constant lying to the band. It’s not like I’ve never lied before, I’ve never had breathing problems like this though.

I covered my mouth with my hand to keep me quiet. If I get too loud the boys will find me almost nude in Michael’s bunk and how are we gonna explain that? I can’t blame that on my intoxication.

I felt a little weak now, and a little light headed too. I scratched at the sheets on the bed as an attempt to distract myself. My eyes were watering now. It would be impossible not to hear my struggled breath if you were in the bunk area. God damn why is it so hard to calm down! An achy feeling flowed taking my ribs because of my heavy breathing.

Finally, Michael came into the bunk after what seem like an eternity of waiting.

"What’s wrong? Are you okay?" He whispered.

I shook my head.

"What’s going on?" He asked.

I reached up and covered his mouth with my free hand which was a little shaky. Every word he said, every sound I heard just seemed to make it worse.

"What should I do?" He whispered slowly.

"Shhh!" I managed out.

I could see him conflicting with his thoughts on what to do. He slid his hands under my back and pulled me into him. I buried my face in his shoulder, making sure I covered my mouth. I was trembling now. He combed my hair with his fingers.

"It’s gonna be okay." He whispered over and over.

Surprisingly, I felt my breathing slow down. I was still shaking when he let me go. He quickly took of his shirt and put it on me.

"I’m not cold," I whispered, "but thanks."

"Shh, don’t talk til you feel better." He whispered.

He sat me up and moved behind me. He laid down on his back and pulled me between his legs.

"Lay down." He whispered.

I obliged, so I’m now laying face up on his chest with my waist-down rested between his legs.

"What’s wrong with me?" I asked.

I’m still a bit shaky. My eyelashes are still damp. Michael has his arms around my waist with his hands interlocked on my stomach.

"There’s nothing wrong with you." He whispered.

"Then what was that?" I asked.

"Are you worried at all?" He asked.

"Um yeah, but what does that have to do with my hyperventilating?" I asked.

"I bet you’re feeling paranoid the guys will find out huh?" He whispered.

"Duh, but what does that have to do with my question?" I asked.

"We’ll talk about it in the morning," he whispered, "Just try to get some sleep."

"I’m not tired." I whispered, "not after that."

"Well what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I don’t know," I said, "What can we do, we’re trapped in your bunk."

We both thought for a second.

"What are we?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Us. What are we?" I said.

"Oh." He said, "We’re not gonna get into that right now."

"Why not? It’s been a week." I said.

"Because we don’t need you worried about something else. We’ll talk about it another time. We can talk about anything but that." He said.

"But Michael, I want to know what we are." I said.

He sighed, “We’re not talking about this right now.”

"I think we are." I said.

"We’re not. I’m ending this conversation." He said, "Are you cold at all?"

I didn’t reply.

"Kris, don’t do this. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me." He said.

"I’m not mad." I said.

He hugged my waist tighter, “You sure sound mad. Please don’t be mad.”

I placed my hands on top of his, “I promise I’m not mad.”

"Okay." He said.

We stayed quiet for bit.

"How much weight did you lose?" He asked.

"Like 15 pounds." I said.

He buried his head in my neck, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

"You’re not. Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Because I didn’t notice a thing." He said, "I thought you didn’t lose much at all."

"You didn’t notice because I didn’t tell you. It’s my fault not yours." I said.

"I still feel guilty." He said.

"Don’t be. I’m the only person who should feel guilty about that."

He sighed, “Don’t do it again, ever.”

"I won’t." I said.

"You have to promise." He said.

"Hey." I said and looked him in the eyes, "I promise I won’t do something stupid like that again."

"Thank you." He said.

He made a quick glance at my lips and chewed his inner cheek. He leaned in a gave me a kiss. The kiss was quick but sweet and gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"I don’t think I’ve ever liked the sight of a girl wearing my shirt so much." He said, "You look so good in my t-shirt."

I giggled, “It’s comfy. I think I might keep it.”

"You can keep it, but you can only wear it like this, and only around me." He said and smiled.

"Deal." I said.

We fell asleep together after talking for a bit. When I woke up he was gone and we were in a new city. I snuck out of Michael’s bunk and to my bag to grab some pants.

"You don’t need to rush." Someone said, "Everybody went to some restaurant for breakfast."

I immediately pulled down the shirt to cover my underwear.

"Relax," he chuckled, "It’s just me." He said.

I realized it was Michael and released the shirt.

"You scared the shit out of me!" I shouted.

He mumbled a yeah and walked behind me.

"So um, last night…" He said.

I looked back at him, “Oh God, you don’t regret it do you?”

"No, no!" He said, "Last night was amazing, I wouldn’t change anything. Well, it would’ve been better if the guys didn’t interrupt."

"Ok good." I said.

"I meant when I came back from my shower." He said.

"Oh."

"I called your mom about it." He said.

"What, why?! You know I don’t like it when you, or anyone in that matter, talks to my mom about me!" I shouted.

"Easy, easy Kris." He said, "Let me explain."

I simultaneously leaned back on one leg and crossed my arms at him.

"Go ahead." I said.

"I just wanted to ask some questions."

"Bullshit." I said, "You think I’m crazy don’t you?"

"Don’t fucking say that. Don’t even fucking think that. Don’t put words into my mouth." He said.

"Well then why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Looking at you like what?" He said.

"Your eyes, they’re looking at me differently, not normally." I took at deep breath, "You think I’m weak. Because of my little accident, you think I’m weak, that’s why you called my mom. Isn’t it?"

"No!" He shouted, "I care about you. Just ‘cause we mess around a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. You’re still my best friend. I called your mom because I wanted to ask her some questions, like if that has ever happened before."

"It hasn’t." I said.

"That’s what she told me, but she did tell me something you’ve never trusted me enough to tell me yourself." He said.

"I tell you everything! You know that!" I said.

"Oh yeah?" He said.

"Yes!" I said irritated.

"You’re lying." He said.

I was pissed now, “I am not!”

He got in my face and yelled, “Then why haven’t you told me that anxiety runs in your family?! Huh? Is it ‘cause you don’t trust me enough?! Explain why the fuck you haven’t told me that!”

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Sorry it’s late but I’ve been hella busy cuz homecoming is this coming weekend and school work and other shit and I don’t plan on this story to be longer than 20 chapter but we’ll see what happens. I’ll try to get the new chapter up in a couple days but if it’s not up by Thursday don’t expect it til Sunday. Thanks for reading :) ~Mel

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Chapter 10 When I came out of the bathroom I was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a hoodie zipped all the way up to hide my hickeys. Most of the boys were up now and doing their "tour morning" routine. As normal as that sounds, it's not exactly a normal routine; it consists of mostly video games and eating food. I walked through the bunk area and into the kitchen, finding Michael and Josh eating breakfast and chatting. I reached up for a box of cereal to make myself some breakfast. When I was done making it, I turned around to see Josh walking to the back of the bus. That meant the seat in front of Michael was open, and it would be really weird if I didn't sit in front of my best friend so I had to sit there. I sat in front of Michael slowly, probably looking as suspicious as ever. But why wouldn't I? If I didn't remember last night, then there's a chance that he doesn't either and if he doesn't remember then I'm not sure if I want to tell him. Besides, he might think that the hickey on his neck is from some chick at the bar. My only concern is what would he think of the scratch marks and discarded clothes, in my bunk?! "Morning." He spoke "Morning." I replied. "Why are you wearing a jacket?" He asked. I gulped, "It's a little, uh, drafty." "Really? I think it's a little... hot?" He said little suggestively. I just shrugged and continued to eat my cereal. When I was finished I walked to the sink to washed out my bowl. I took the towel and dried my hands when suddenly, someone grabbed my arm tightly and push me against the slider that leads to the bunks. The impact made me squint my eyes shut. After a second or two, I opened them and saw Michael's face right in front of mine. "Michael, what are y-" He covered my mouth with his hand and took the side of his index finger to his mouth, signaling me to be quiet. Slowly he reached down to the zipper of my jacket. I knew what he was doing so, grabbed his wrist and tried to push his hand away which didn't work, but it did make him cock his eyebrow as if he were saying "really?". I put my hand back down and let him unzip my jacket. He stopped unzipping after about an inch of my cleavage showed, revealing my hickeys. "Who did this?" He asked. I gulped again, "Some guy at the bar." "Hmm." He said and traced my hickeys. "A little weird I woke up in your bed huh? Where did you sleep?" He asked. "In your bunk." I answered. "You see I would've believed that if it weren't for the fact that I woke up shirtless with a hickey on my neck and scratch marks on my back. And knowing you, you wouldn't let any random guy touch you there, even drunk." He said. "You don't remember last night?" I asked. "I never said that." He said. "So you do remember?" I said. He nodded, "Every single second." "Oh." I said. He stopped staring at my hickeys and looked me straight in the eye. "Do you remember?" He asked. I shook my head, "I remembered I had a margarita and a beer, that's it." "So you don't know who gave you those?" He said referring to my hickeys. "I don't remember what happened, but I know who it was. I woke up next to him." I said. Michael's face was unreadable, he stayed quiet and looked down at my hickeys again. I took a deep breathe, "Did I like it?" "Hmm?" He asked. I chewed on my inner lip, "Last night. Did I like it?" "Yeah, but you were drunk." He said. "Just because I was drunk and don't remember, doesn't mean I won't like it when I'm sober." I said. "How do you know?" He said. "Because... I," I sighed, "I don't know." I said. He looked up at me, "Wanna find out?" Before I could answer his lips were on mine. He kissed me softly and pulled away about a centimeter when he was done. Still in shock from what just happened, I stayed still with my eyes closed, not knowing what to do. He softly took my hand and interlocked our fingers, moving his head down. He dragged his lips over my neck, I had to admit it felt good, like really good. I rolled my head to the side, giving him more room to explore. Finally, he decided on a spot and pressed his lips in the area where my shoulder and neck meet. He gave it a quick lick and began to suck. The sensation made me gasp and squeeze his hand. When he finished, he returned his face back in front of mine. "That's how you sounded then, except you said my name." He said. I thought of a question and hesitated to ask it at first but then spoke, "Why did you stop?" "What?" He asked. "Last night, we woke up with most of our clothes on, why did you stop?" "It's a little hard to explain." He said. "We've got time." I answered. He sighed, "I was just about done giving you those when you flipped us around and got on top of me... Then you gave me this and we made out again. Eventually we slowed down and fell asleep. So it was kinda both of us." "Oh." I said. "Yeah." He said and left me. It's now one week into the tour and to celebrate the bands all had a late night barbecue in a vacant lot. And there was a lot, and I mean a lot, of alcohol. I had to control myself, I definitely didn't want to black out like the third night of tour. It was only an hour into the barbecue and I was already pretty tipsy and so was Michael. I already knew what was gonna happen later tonight and I wasn't bothered by it at all. Actually, I was a bit excited and a little turned on at the thought. The last time anything happened was the night I blacked out and I had to be told what happened. I walked to the table to get a water considering I've already had a good amount of alcohol tonight. Another dude came to the table as well, probably getting himself another drink. "You ready?" He asked. I knew it was Michael from his voice. I bit my lip and nodded. "Hey guys! Kristy is getting too drunk, I'm gonna go put her to bed!" Michael yelled. I laughed, "I'm not that drunk!" I slurred and slapped his arm purposely losing my balance. I heard the other bands laugh. "Oh shut up! You guys are no fun, I'm fine!" I said continuing the act. "Kristy go to bed!" AJ laughed. "Why don't you make me Mr. Buzzkill!" I said. AJ laughed and shook his head. He began to walk towards me but Michael put his hand up to stop him. "Don't worry, I got it. I'm getting a little too buzzed myself. I think after I put her to sleep, I'll just go play video games until I knock out. Night guys!" He said with a wave. He maneuvered me to the bus by holding my shoulders. Once we stepped inside he closed the door and locked it. I felt his arms snake around me waist as he smiled at me. "What do you want to do?" He asked and kissed my forehead sweetly. I flung my arms around his neck, "I think you know what I want to do." I bit my lip and looked at him, trying to make an innocent face. "God, you're fucking adorable." He said. I giggled at his comment. He lifted me up and sat me down on the table. Soon after, he planted light kisses along my neck and jawline. "I've been waiting four days for this." He said between kisses. I giggled, "Someone's clingy." Suddenly, he bit down on my neck making me gasp, "Michael!" He smirked, "You really think you could call me clingy and get away with it?" "Well you are." I said smiling. "I'm not." He said and lifted up my shirt. He leaned down, kissing my stomach making me melt into his hands. I leaned back on mine and arched myself into him. "You haven't been able to keep your hands off me since tour started." I said. "You're one to be talking." He said. He started sucking on my stomach leaving a new hickey there. "How are you so good at that?" I breathed. "What this?" He asked and sucked on my hipbone. "Yeah." I breathed. I lifted my arms up so he could pull my shirt off. He pulled his off after and dropped them on the ground. I felt his hand on the back of my neck applying slight pressure to make my face move to his. He pressed his lips to mine. I moved my hands to his sides and kissed him back. Five minutes later, I decided to open my mouth and he immediately shoved his tongue in. He broke the kiss to breathe. After, he stepped back and grabbed out shirts. "Go lay in my bunk, we're not finished." He said. I nodded and hopped off the table. I felt Michael slap and squeeze my ass making me jump a bit. "Those jeans make your ass look amazing." He said. I giggled and swayed my hips a little as I walked to his bunk. I climbed in and he followed after with our shirts. He threw them to the bottom of the bunk and crawled on top of me. He kissed me again. I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back passionately. He moved one of his hands to my breast and massaged it through my bra. I arched my back into his touch and let a quiet moan out. He transferred from my lips to my neck and kissed me down to my collar bones. Then, he licked me down to my cleavage and sucked on one of my breasts. I gyrated my hips up to his, making him smirk. "Calm down babe, you'll feel good soon." He said. He moved his hands to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned them. And with a little help from me, he took them off. He was on his knees now and undoing his belt. I pulled them down and he kicked them off. Looking down, I could see his semi-hard poking through his boxer-briefs. He crawled back on top of me and kissed me again. Slowly he reached down to my panties and rubbed me through them. This felt so dirty, my band mate is touching me, the same band mate that I'm best friends with. Not to mention, we're breaking the number one rule, behind the rest of the bands back. God, this is so risky. But I feel too good right now to care, plus the danger of this just makes me more turned on. Michael's hand worked magic on me as I moaned into his mouth. Subconsciously, I started rocking my pelvis into his hand. Michael took the hint and started rubbing circles frantically on my panty-covered clit causing me to stop kissing him and breathe heavily. He moved his other hand to my boob and squeezed it roughly while his mouth bit and sucked on my collar bones. "Fuck." I gasped. "Say my name." Michael growled into my chest. The last thing I wanted to do was let him win that easily so I didn't say anything. He applied more pressure on my clit. "Michael!" I moaned. Almost a minute later I felt my orgasm rush through me, making me yell his name. Michael looked up and smirked rubbing me softer by the second. When he was done he pushed himself off of me and sat on his knees. I scanned his body and looked at his now fully hard cock. He reached into his underwear, "You've had your fun, now it's my t-" he stopped mid-sentence because someone knocked on the door. "Michael, why the fuck did you lock the door?!" We heard Ty ask from outside. "Shit." Michael muttered. He put on his shirt quickly and grabbed his pants before he hoped out of the bunk. "Wait Michael, I'm in your bunk what am I suppose to do?" I whispered. "We'll worry about that later." He said after the guys pounded on the door again. "What about your little... problem, down there?" I asked. He smirked, "I can hide it from the guys. And besides, do you really think I use the shower for just cleaning?." He said and winked, "Just go to sleep I'll be back before you know it." And with that, he kissed my forehead and left. ~ Super sorry that I took so long on this one, what happened was I wrote it with a completely different plot and I didn't like it so I deleted it and started over. Oh and we got that masterpost up :) thanks to alex ~Mel

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Alex's Stories:

All Time Low

Jack Barakat

Rivers? (Fluff)

You Little Tease (smut)

I just dont Know Yet (chapters ill find them later)

Pierce the Veil

Vic Fuentes

I dont know what id do without you (Trigger waarning)

Everyone Needs You Here Even Me

Of Mice and Men

Austin Carlile

Life is Full of Small Surprises (fLUFF)

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Mel's Writing:

Green Day

Billie Joe Armstrong

The Teenage Cliche (smut)

Issues

Michael Bohn

And His Lips On Your Check: Chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6  7 8 9  10 11 12 13 14 15

Pierce The Veil

Jaime Preciado

A Sicky-Icky Husband (fluff)

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Hey sorry if it's too much to ask but could you make a master post for your Fanfictions? I'm on mobile and it's really hard... Sorry :/ sorry

Sure! I've been trying to figure out how to make a masterpost but I should figure it out before Friday. If anyone knows how to make one please message me! :) -Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 9

I stood side stage of A Day To Remember’s set. I decided on a nice magenta sweater with a pair of black skinny jeans and my black and white converse for my outfit. My hair was in a messy bun and I wore the gold necklace my mom gave me when I graduated high school. Yeah I know, a little fancy for Kristy but I wanted to look nice for the performance. “If It Means a Lot to You” is a lovely song and has a great meaning behind it so I wanted to look the part.

"Do you guys mind if we slow things down for a bit?" Jeremy’s voice boomed from the speakers.

The crowd cheered in response. One of his crew members brought out his acoustic guitar and a stool.

"Good, this next one is called "If It Means a Lot to You." He said.

The audience cheered again but went silent we Jeremy began to play.

And hey darling, I hope you’re good tonight. And I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving. Yeah, I want it but no, I don’t need it. Tell me something sweet to get me by, ‘Cause I can’t come back home till they’re singing La, la la la, la la la, Till everyone is singing If you can wait till I get home, Then I swear to you that we can make this last. (La la la) If you can wait till I get home, Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past. Well it might be for the best.

I was handed a microphone and I walked out on stage, the crowd cheered once more. I sat on the little platform next to Jeremy and brought the microphone to my lips.

And hey sweetie, Well I need you here tonight, And I know that you don’t wanna be leaving me Yeah, you want it, but I can’t help it. I just feel complete when you’re by my side, But I know you can’t come home till they’re singing La, la la la, la la la,

Jeremy continued the song,

Till everyone is singing. La, la la la, la la la. If you can wait till I get home, Then I swear to you that we can make this last. (La la la) If you can wait till I get home, Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past. Well it might be for the best.

My turn,

You know you can’t give me what I need. And even though you mean so much to me, I can’t wait through everything,

Now Jeremy’s part,

Is this really happening? I swear I’ll never be happy again. And don’t you dare say we can just be friends. I’m not some boy that you can sway.

I join in with Jeremy, preparing my throat for the high notes.

We knew it’d happen eventually.

We stop singing and let the crowd have its solo. I couldn’t stop smiling, the audience just sounded beautiful.

La, la la la, la la la, Now everybody’s singing. La, la la la, la la la, Now everybody’s singing. La, la la la, la la la,

Jeremy leaned towards his microphone and began to sing again,

(If you can wait till I get home) Now everybody’s singing. La, la la la, la la la, (Then I swear we can make this last) Now everybody’s singing.

I join Jeremy again and sang into the mic one last time,

La, la la la, la la la, (If you can wait till I get home) Now everybody’s singing. La, la la la, la la la, (Then I swear we can make this last) Now everybody’s singing. La

The audience screamed in joy. I couldn’t believe I helped caused so much happiness.

"Kristy Jones from Issues everybody!" Jeremy shouted into the microphone.

Jeremy and I gave each other a quick hug and I mouthed him a “thank you”. After, I did a little wave to the crowd and walked off stage.

The rest of the band was waiting side stage for me to come off.

"You did awesome!" Josh said with his hands in the air for a double high-five.

"Thanks Josh." I said accepting his high-fives.

"Hey!" I turned around and saw Alan walking towards me.

"Hey." I said smiling.

"You sounded amazing out there." He complimented with his arms stretched out.

I gave him a hug and thanked him. When I let go I saw Michael was gone.

"Where’d Michael go?" I asked.

"He went to the bar, he got tired of waiting." Sky and AJ said.

"Oh." I said.

He always waits for me, and he usually compliments me on my singing. Wether it’s in the recording studio or preforming, he’s always the last one there and goes on about my voice.

"Can we go to the bar now?" Ty asked.

"Oh, yeah. Uh sure." I said a bit fast.

Alan went back to his bus while we walked to the bar. We met up with Michael who barely made any eye contact with me. I was downing the last of my beer and waiting for my strawberry margarita when Ty ordered a round of tequila shots, which of course, I wanted in.

I just downed my second shot when I felt someone’s hands on my hips and front up against my back.

"Wanna come back to the bus with me?" I heard Michael say into my ear.

I smiled and look back at the booth where the other guys were sitting, laughing up a storm.

"They won’t see us," He whispered, “and if they did, they won’t care.”

I turned around, he was wearing that leather jacket I loved seeing him in. He looked so good in that jacket, how could I say no?

I nodded yes. He smiled, taking my hand and we stumbled our way back to the bus. We laughed at our clumsiness and kissed each other on the cheek every now and then. When we arrived at the bus I tripped and fell on the first step. I laughed hard and felt Michael scoop me up in his arms. He slowly climbed up the stairs and walked us to, I think, my bunk.

He laid me down and climbed on top of me. He rested his legs between mine and held himself up by his elbows. Smiling, I pulled on his jacket to get his face closer to mine.

"Did I ever tell you how hot you look in this jacket." I said.

He smiled, “Nope.”

I chuckled, “Well, you look smoking hot in this jacket.”

I moved my face up, towards his and looked at his soft lips.

"Almost irresistible." I said in a hushed voice.

He closed the gap between our lips and moved his hands to the sides of my face. He swiped my lip with his tongue, begging for entrance. I let him explore my mouth with his tongue, gasping a bit because he squeezed my ass. I reached up his shirt and lightly scratched his abs with my nails. He sat up and took off his jacket and shirt.

"You’re mine." He said and smirked down at me.

He ripped my sweater off, revealing my black bandeau. He leaned down and kissed me once more before he began to kissed my neck getting lower by the second. The lower he went the rougher his kisses became. He moved down to my chest, sucking and bitting while he ground his hips into mine making me hotter by the stroke. The feeling made me moan his name softly and drag my nails down his back. I flipped us over so now I was straddling him and moving my skinny jean-covered pelvis against his. Groaning, he closed his eyes and moved his hands to my hips. I leaned down and kissed his neck, trying to find his sweet spot. I moved to the other side of his neck and continued my search. Finally, his breath hitched and he buck his hips up to mine, telling me I found it. I sucked and licked there, smirking at the purplish spot I’ve left on him. I reconnected my lips with his and kissed him passionately again, slowing down as the each minute passed. I kissed him sweetly one last time and rolled off of him.

"You’re one hell of a kisser." He panted

"So are you." I replied, also out of breath.

Once our breathing went back to normal he turned around and laid on his stomach draping an arm over my stomach.

"Goodnight, Michael." I whispered.

"Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered back.

I woke up with a pounding headache. I’m never drinking that much again. I sat up in my bunk, well I think it’s my bunk, and rubbed my temples, slowly opening my eyes. All I remember from last night is having a margarita and a beer. Meaning I must’ve drank more or that must’ve been one hell of a margarita.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Michael sleeping next to me. My eyes widen at his discarded jacket and shirt at the foot of the bunk. But what was more shocking was the pinkish lines that were going down his back and the hickey that’s on his neck. I started freaking out, that couldn’t have been me. There’s no way that I’m the reason he has those marks on him.

I grabbed my sweater, putting in on before I slowly climbed down from the bunk, closing the curtain behind me. I grabbed some clothes and tip toed my way to the bathroom.

I closed the door and turned on the shower. I slipped my clothes off, ready to get in but a dark mark on my chest caught my eye. I looked in the mirror, gasping, at all the hickeys on my chest. There must’ve been at least six.

Okay, okay, there must be a perfect explanation behind all this. Just think back to last night. After the margarita what happened? Think, Kristy, think! Okay, so you don’t remember. But you do know that you woke up shirtless with a bunch of hickeys next to Michael who was also shirtless and has a hickey on his neck with scratch marks on his back.

My face grew red. Me and Michael must’ve done something. The thought of it makes me dizzy. Knowing that his lips were on my chest and mine were on his neck and knowing we both liked it. Holy shit. This is insane, we broke the number one rule! The guys obviously don’t know anything, they would’ve said something last night. Maybe they did and I just don’t remember. God, this is so sketchy! Me and Michael sneaking around behind the band’s back is absolutely crazy! I tried to imagine what happened last night, but the thought made me get a little hot. I had to admit, the whole rebellious side of Michael was a bit of a turn on, and looking at my hickeys, he liked to be rough. Fuck, Kristy! You’re not suppose to be thinking about your best friend like that! Calm down and stop thinking about how attractive Michael is! This is insane!

I looked away from the mirror and climbed in the shower. Hopefully I can clear my mind.

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I really liked this chapter so I couldn’t wait to post it cx but it’s a little short so I apologize but I don’t really feel that bad because it hasn’t even been half a week since I last updated so you’re welcome! Keep sharing us please! ~Mel

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"And his lips on your cheek" JUST OMFG. AMAZING. YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER. KEEP THE CHAPTERS COMING.

OMFG THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU MADE MY DAY ILY

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 8

Me and the band are now following Alan to the Of Mice & Men bus. I could hear him chatting with the guys about sound equipment and tour.

"Oh my god it’s Issues!" I heard some girl scream.

I looked in the direction of the noise and saw three girls rushing towards us.

"Can we get a picture?" One girl with blue hair asked me.

I stumbled on my words and looked at the guys who were nodding their head “yes” furiously.

"I-uh of course!" I managed out.

The girls became so happy to take a picture with the band, including me! This seems insane, maybe they don’t want me in the picture, maybe they want me to take the picture.

"Alan, can you take the picture?" Josh asked.

He nodded his head and took the girls phones. I opened my mouth to tell him I’m the one taking the pictures but two of the girls stood next to me and the rest followed in a line. We lined up in the order of Josh, Sky, a girl with brown hair, Me, the girl with blue hair, Michael, a chick with an Issues shirt, AJ, and Ty, from left to right. I rested my arms on the girls’ shoulders and bent down a bit so our faces were at the same level. Alan took pictures with all the cameras and gave them back to the girls.

"Only one performance and you already have fans screaming when they see you." Alan said.

"I have a sharpie! Can you sign my ticket?" The girl with the Issues shirt said.

"Why wouldn’t I?" Said AJ.

Alan wrapped an arm around my waist as I waited for the sharpie to be passed to me. Once it came I signed her ticket and gave it back to her.

"You know, that’s the first time I’ve ever signed anything." I said.

She smiled brightly, “Really?”

I nodded my head, “Yep, so when your friends ask about today tell them you got Kristy Jones’ first autograph ever.”

She giggled a quick “thank you” and walked back to her friends.

They were huddled and the blue haired girl began to point at me while the brunette kept shaking her head and hiding her face in her hands.

Finally, the blue haired girl shouted, “Alan, can she take a picture with you?”

He smiled brightly and said, “Of course!” And motioned for the girl to come over.

She came and I moved out of the way.

"No wait," she spoke, "I want you to be in it too, just like the way you were before."

"Oh uh, ok." I said and moved back next to Alan.

He wrapped his arm back around me. She stood on the opposite side of me, a little in front of Alan. He rested his cheek on top of her head and I placed my hand on her shoulder. Her friend took the picture and gave the phone back.

"Thank you." She squeaked.

"No problem, but why did you want me in the picture?" I asked.

"Oh, I love taking pictures with band members and their girlfriends. Well, we got to get going to catch another band, bye!" She said really quickly and speed walked off with her friends to the stage.

Alan busted up laughing and so did the guys.

"Did she just say girlfriend?!" I asked.

"She did." Alan laughed.

I grumbled, “What the fuck? I literally just met him today! It’s because I’m a girl isn’t it. Kids just assume I’m in a relationship with every guy I hang with right?”

Michael chuckled, “Calm down, Kris, you know how fans get. They see your hand accidentally touched another member’s hand and they think “OMG they’re so dating!”“

I scrunched my nose, “That’s stupid.”

Eventually we ended up in the Of Mice & Men bus and were laughing our asses off, telling each other about tour stories.

"So you gave Michael a boner and posted a picture of it on twitter?" Austin asked, laughing and snorting.

I laughed, “Yup. The fangirls love me now.”

"Hey, hey, if we’re telling embarrassing stories then let’s not forget that time Kris peed her pants." Michael stated.

My laughter ceased, “Oh my god, shut up.”

"Nah, nah, I want to hear this." Austin said.

I sighed, “Basically I laughed so hard I peed.”

Everyone tried to keep a straight face but it was impossible, even I laughed.

It was now about 9:30 and we were back on our bus. Well, Ty, AJ, and Michael were out but the rest of us were here. I was in the back lounge watching The Walking Dead Season 3 DVDs I got for Christmas last year, feeling myself dose off every couple minutes. I heard the bus door open, followed by fits of laughter and loud thuds on the ground, making me wake up. Ty and AJ stumbled in the lounge with Michael following after.

"Yo, Kristy, can we play video games? And you can go in the front area and watch whatever you’re watching?" Asked Ty.

I stood up and stretched, nodding my head.

"Actually I’m gonna go to bed so you can do whatever you want. Knock yourself crazy." I said yawning at the end.

The guys were very happy with my answer and jumped on the couch.

I giggled, “Night guys.”

"Good night Kristy." They said.

I laid in my bunk and cuddled with my second pillow. I felt my breathing slow down but went back to normal when Michael opened my curtain. He took the pillow I was cuddling and threw it in his bunk.

"You won’t be needing that." He said.

He climbed in and laid next to me, patting his chest telling me to rest my head on him. I cuddled into his side without objection. I wasn’t worried about the guys seeing us anymore. After all Michael is right. He wrapped his arms around me and slid his hand under my shirt to my lower back. His hand was cold making me push against him more. I think he took that as a positive thing because he started to rub patterns into my back and held me tight.

15 minutes later and I’m still awake thinking about what Michael said last night. But then again, how could I sleep? Michael wants me to be his girlfriend. But that’s against the number one rule. What would happen if we ended up in a horrible break up? That would be the end of the band. Besides I don’t even think I that I like him like that. He’s one of my best friends. This isn’t right.

About half an hour later I fell asleep. When I woke up we were in beautiful San Diego, California and Michael was gone. I hopped down from my bunk and decided on Lucky Charms for breakfast. I stretched as I walked in the kitchen.

"Mmm, morning boys." I said.

They all mumbled a “morning” and went back to their breakfast.

I reached up to grab the box of cereal from the cabinet but I felt a pair of hands on my hips pull me onto someone. It was Michael. He made me sit sideways on his lap.

"I already fixed you a plate." He spoke into my shoulder.

The guys looked at us funny, but who could blame them? Me and Michael look like a fucking couple. I quickly grabbed my plate and stood up from Michael’s lap.

"Thank you." I said.

I moved to the couch and ate the eggs and sausage that Michael gave me.

Since breakfast happened, we have pulled up to the venue in San Diego, and set up the equipment. Now, it was 4:30 and all the bands and crew members were sitting at the tour buses and talking.

"Hey Kristy." Jeremy McKinnon spoke up.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Me and the band were thinking, and we want you to do something, but only if you want to." He said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, me and the guys watched you yesterday at Tucson and we were really impressed with the way your voice sounds live. And we want to ask you if you would like to preform "If It Means a Lot to You" with us. There’s a female role in there and we would be very happy if you could fill it." He said.

I was astounded, A Day To Remember just asked me to preform with them. I’m speechless, A Day To Remember are soon to be legends. This is just-wow.

I stuttered and nodded my head, “I-I-uh-d.”

He chuckled, “I take that as a yes?”

I stopped speaking and nodded my head furiously.

He smiled widely, “Awesome. Will you be able to do it tonight?”

"I-uh I don’t know." I said.

"That’s okay, we can rehearse it in the bus right now if you want." He said.

"Sure." I said and got up.

Him and Kevin stood up as well and we all walked into the bus.

It’s now 5 minutes till 6:30, aka 5 minutes until my ass need to be on that stage and doing my job. I completed my vocal warm ups and ran on stage with the band. We started off with Princeton Ave, and we got a nice chunk of kids to sing with us. After that we played Life Of A Nine, Hooligans, Mad At Myself, King of Amarillo, and finished off with Never Lose Your Flames. We ran off stage, feeling that same rush we did at the festival yesterday.

"You did awesome!" Michael yelled.

He opened up his arms and I ran towards him. He tightly wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around. We laughed as he put me back down but our fun stopped when AJ cleared his throat. I looked over to see the band looking at us weird. My eyes grew wide and I pushed Michael off of me.

"Thank you." I muttered and walked with my head down back to the tour buses.

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I’m super sorry that I haven’t updated in like forever but I had a little writers block for this chapter but I’m back on track and the next chapter should be here soon!

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 7

I heard someone snoring, causing me to wake up. I opened my eyes and found myself cuddling Michael. I could tell it was Michael because of his tattoos on his sides and arms. My leg laid across his legs and my arm was over his chest. I’m laying against his side with my head resting on his collar bone. His arms were wrapped around my waist with his fingers interlocked so he couldn’t let go.

I slowly pulled my phone and checked the time. 4:47. I should probably go back to my bunk. The guys would freak if they saw me and Michael like this. But, in order to go back to my bunk I have to get out of Michael’s hold.

Slowly, I tried to unhook Michael’s fingers. He must have felt it because his fingers moved back to where they were. So, I tried again. His hands reenforced themselves and hugged my waist tighter.

I giggled, “Michael I know your awake.”

He remained still.

"Come on Michael, I need to go to my bunk." I whispered.

"No." He whined.

I slightly frowned, “They guys can’t see us like this, they’ll think something’s up.”

He moved so his face was in the crook of my neck and whined.

"Please stay," he asked.

"My bunk is across from yours Michael, I’ll still be here."

"Not here, here. You’ll be like 5 feet away from me, here." He whined.

I sighed.

"Just stay here, I promise the guys won’t see us." He whispered.

Michael isn’t one to give up. This will just continue until he wins.

"And what if they do see us?" I asked.

"Then they can go fuck themselves." He answered.

I sighed. Michael doesn’t know the seriousness of this. But, then again what are they gonna do if they see us like this? Give us the talk? It’s not like me and Michael are dating. There’s no harm in this. Right?

"Just stay please." He asked.

I whispered, “ok.”

A small smile grew on his face.

"Turn around." He whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"You’ll see." He answered.

I did as told and turned around. His hand moved between my waist and the bed to my stomach and pulled me back against him. He interlocked his hands so I couldn’t get out. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. I couldn’t believe it, me and Michael are spooning. I guess this is a bit better than the position we were in before, but not by much. What if the guys see us like this? They’ll be so mad at us and probably keep us on watch. What was I thinking? This is so risky.

"Stop worrying." He whispered.

"Huh? How did y-"

"You’re tensed up." He interrupted, "Relax and go to sleep. Everything’s going to be okay. They’re not going to see us and even if they did they can’t do anything unless they have proof we’re dating. Which we’re not, we’re just spooning. There’s no harm in that." He whispered.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. He’s right.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Mhmm." He replied, "Go to sleep. I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you."

I moved my hand to the back of his and gave it a squeeze.

About fifteen minutes later I’m still awake. I can’t go to sleep. Maybe I should go make a glass of warm milk.

I felt Michael fidget a bit, making me close my eyes and act like I’m asleep. Suddenly, I felt Michael’s lips against my cheek.

I heard him mumble, “I wish I could call you mine.”

My eyes shot opened as he relaxed back into his place. I obviously wasn’t suppose to know that.

I did eventually go back to sleep but it took me a while to stop thinking about what Michael said.

I turned on my back, sighing.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Michael said quietly.

"Good morning, Prince Sarcastic." I giggled.

I opened my eyes and turn towards him.

"So how do we get out of here without the guys knowing?" I asked.

He scoffed, “It’s simple. You’ll climb over me so I can get out, then I’ll check to see if the guys are near and if they aren’t you can come out.”

"Simple enough." I said.

I got on my hand and knees, keeping one hand up so Michael can slide under me. After, I moved my leg over him by I felt Michael’s phone under my knee cap, making my leg buckle. I landed on top of him, both of us making an “umf” noise at from the impact.

"I’m so sorry!" I whisper-shouted.

He chuckled, “Shh, it’s okay. I always had a feeling you were a topper.”

I glared at him, “Shut up.”

I pushed myself off of him and landed in the back of the bunk.

How could he be so affectionate one night and back to the same way he was the morning after? He was acting like he was my boyfriend last night but now I’m back to being his best friend. Plus, last night he couldn’t let me go but this morning he stuck to his side of the bunk? This is stupid, he can’t have that much of a mood change just from being a bit tipsy.

"You can come out." Michael said.

I quickly slipped out of the bunk, with a bit of help from Michael because his bunk is a little high up for me.

"Thanks." I said.

He smiled, “No prob.”

We stared at each other yet again. I could feel my smile growing. Maybe that Michael from last night is still there.

He cleared his throat and looked away.

"Um, you want to get some breakfast?" He asked.

My smile faded away, “Sure.”

Our bus pulled to a stop at the venue. Our first show is at a rock festival in Tucson, Arizona. We play in a little more than four hours at 3:45. Four hours may seem like a lot but that gives us a chance to unload everything and get somethings ready backstage. Then, we’ll need to put up our merch tent and hang some of our merchandise up. After, we can meet up with the other bands that are going on tour with us and walk around the festival for a bit. Finally, we get to preform, something I’m practically scared shitless about.

We finished setting up backstage and putting up our tent. Now we have 50 minutes until we step on stage, 40 minutes until we have to get ready. From what I’ve been told, we’re going on tour with A Day To Remember, and Of Mice & Men.

I bumped into Alan Ashby while walking around the festival.

"Oh sorry, that was my fault." He said, "Wait, are you Kristy Jones?"

I smiled, “That’s me!”

"Well, it’s great to finally meet you." He said, "I’ve heard your singing, you’ve got some nice vocal cords on you kid."

I giggled, “Thanks, I’m guessing my band sent you a recording?”

"Yeah." He answered, "Now that I’ve met you, I can see you have a pretty face to match that voice of yours. I mean I’ve seen pictures off of twitters and shit but those are nothing compared to you in person."

My cheeks were tinted red now, “Thank you very much. I really need to hear that actually.”

He smiled, “Well, I’m just stating my opinion, no need to thank me. And I’d love to chat some more but me and the band need to go to a signing in, I’d say about, two minutes.” He chuckled.

I smiled, “Oh well you better hurry then, don’t wanna keep the fans waiting now do we?”

"I’ll talk to you later tonight. Maybe after your set we can hang on my bus." He said.

"Of course." I replied, "Now, go! Your fans are waiting!"

"Right!" He said and sped walked to signing.

After that, I met all of A Day To Remember. All of them are really nice, I already feel like I’m part of the family! Right now I’m currently back stage doing my vocal warm ups before the show.

"1 minute!" I heard our tour manager shout.

I finished my warm ups and put my earplugs in. Michael gathered us in a circle and made us put our hands in the middle.

"It’s the first show of tour guys. Let’s blow this shit up!" He shouted, "We shout "Hooligans" on three! One, two, three…"

"Hooligans!" We yelled together.

We all walked on stage, my heart beating the fastest in my life. I went to my mic stand and a second later the band began to play the beginning of “Stingray Affliction”.

Show me what you’re worth Get up Facedown, thinking out loud He’s so hardcore when he’s running his mouth There’s always gonna be that fucking guy You got a few things bottled up Jump on a couple bottles like double dutch Jager got you faded when society’s got you jaded How do you expect to grow When all you wanna do is break It’s time to let shit go And let the chorus play

Michael screamed the intro in the microphone while I tried to get the crowd amped up the best I could. This is my first performance, I didn’t know exactly what to do.

Now was my part, I grabbed the mic from the stand and stood on one of the platforms at the end of the stage.

No I don’t wanna be tough I wanna make sure they can see me cry sure enough Don’t wanna bottle this up The way you make me feel when you’re around Tough guy dies a little inside This town might show no love

I hoped off the platform, back on stage as Michael screamed the last line in the chorus and the next verse.

But kid you gotta wake up

This is the real world And you’re only hurting yourself When you spend every waking moment With your fingers crossed I don’t think you can afford To set karma further in motion Go ahead No one cares Talk shit you mean nothing Talk shit you mean nothing

I head banged and jumped back on the platform. I held my microphone out to the crowd while shouting “Talk shit you mean nothing”, signaling them to sing along. Which, surprisingly I actually got them to sing.

I stayed on the platform as I sang the chorus again.

No I don’t wanna be tough I wanna make sure they can see me cry sure enough Don’t wanna bottle this up The way you make me feel when you’re around Tough guy dies a little inside This town might show no love But no, I don’t wanna be tough

I stepped back on stage and faced the crowd, closing my eyes as I sang the next part of the song with my heart.

Ask what I see in you I don’t see nothing, I see right through You’re transparent I know you don’t wanna hear it And I don’t wanna be the person to slip up and hurt your feelings I guess they don’t wanna say it to your face but I will cause somebody’s gotta put you in your place I’m not afraid to scream and shout And freak out and throw my hands up And let it out

I opened my eyes and moved closer to the edge of the stage.

Punk bitch walking tall like you got something to prove Nah man, cause deep down you know it sucks to be you Stingray Affliction Making small stabs in passing But the pain is bigger than it seems Stop holding me under and let me breathe

Michael screamed,

Just let me breathe

I prepared myself for the high notes by gripping the microphone in both hands and tightening my muscles up,

The pain is bigger than it seems, yeah

I trilled the “yeah” as Michael screamed

A tough guy dies a little inside Just let me breathe

I relaxed my muscles a bit because I didn’t have to sing as high as last time

The pain is bigger than it seems

Me and Michael both sang/screamed the last line.

Stop holding me under and let me breathe

I raised my hand up in the air as the crowd cheered. I tried to catch my breathe but I couldn’t, the audience is just so amazing. Finally I did, and the audience stopped cheering.

"Thank you!" I said in the microphone.

"That last song we played is called Stingray Affliction. But some of you already know that considering I could hear you sing it." I laughed a bit, "I’m sorry, I didn’t think you guys would be this amazing and pumped. I love it!"

I stuck the mic back on the stand and took a drink of water.

"In case you didn’t know, we are Issues. And I just got upgraded to vocals about a month ago, so in case you don’t know me I am Kristy Jones, Tyler Carter is no longer a part of this band. So, if you go on iTunes and buy our songs you’ll hear his voice instead of mine." I said.

I threw the water bottle to Alan, who was watching off stage. I gave him a quick wave before getting back to the crowd.

"As you know, we are only one of many band that came out here today so we only have enough time to play, I think, four more songs." I looked back to see the band nodding. "Yeah, four more. So this next song is called "Hooligans."

The crowd cheered but died down when Ty started the song.

We are now performing our last song of the day, “Mad at Myself”. At some point durning the song I ended on Michael’s shoulders while I sang the last lines of the song

That feeling we felt We called it love, you called it off And I never been so mad at myself

"One more time!" I yelled in my microphone.

Michael motioned the crowd to sing one last time as I brought the mic back to my lips and pointed at the crowd.

So mad at myself

The crowd roared.

I spoke into the mic one more time, “Thank you so fucking much! If you guys didn’t know this was my first performance ever! And you guys made it un-fucking-forgettable! Thank you for accepting me into the Issues family and thank you for making this day the best fucking day ever!” I took a breath, “On drums we have Josh, on the turn tables we have Ty, on bass we have Sky, on guitar we have AJ, our screamer Michael, and I’m Kristy. Thank you all so much for the best day of my fucking life, I love you all so fucking much! Good night!” I yelled and we all ran off stage.

Michael squatted down so I could get off his shoulders.

"That was fucking sick!" I shouted, "I didn’t know being on stage was so fun!"

The band chuckled.

Michael spoke up, “I told you, you were amazing out there and everybody loved you.”

I giggled, “I guess you were right.”

He gave me a quick hug. Alan came up to the band. I heard some girl scream Alan’s name, she probably saw him considering we’re still on the side stage.

"You guys killed it, the crowd loved you." He complimented, "and you," he said and pointed at me, "you were absolutely amazing. It’s hard to believe that’s your first show, you owned that stage like a pro."

I giggled some more, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit, “Thanks, before I became vocals I specialized in guitar tech, I guess I kinda knew already how to get the audience pumped.”

He smiled, “Well whether it just came naturally, or from being backstage all the time, you still managed to get the audience moving and singing along.”

He hugged me around my shoulders and I did the same to his upper back.

"Thank you." I said.

"Don’t thank me. Something tells me this tour is gonna be one of the greatest I’ve been on." He said.

He released me from his hold and invited me and the band to his bus so we could meet the rest of his band.

~ Not sure when the next chapter will be up but it will be soon, the next chapter won't be as long as this one though thanks for reading! ~Mel