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And His Lips On Your Cheek

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!”

~

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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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 6

"Woah, what did you do?" Ty asked as he strolled into the back lounge.

I pursed my lips and sunk my head further into my knees.

I grumbled, “Shut up.”

I gripped my legs and closed my eyes tightly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I repeated over and over in my head.

I got up and I grabbed my big Anthem Made crew neck, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. No, I’m not cold but my sweaters just make me feel more secure, especially when they’re a bit baggy.

I laid down on the couch with my lower legs on Ty’s lap.

He scoffed, “Make yourself at home won’t ya?”

I could just about hear that sarcastic smile growing on his face.

I whined, “Can’t you go annoy someone else? I’m not in the mood.”

I rested my arm across my eyes.

"Hey," he said and patted my knee, "What’s wrong?"

"I’m stupid that’s what’s wrong." I answered and took a couple gulps of my beer.

"You ain’t stupid. Why are you stupid?" He asked.

"I’m the reason why Michael’s tourettes acted up." I admitted.

He scoffed, “Michael, has just been on edge lately since Tyler’s left.”

"Doubt that’s the reason." I muttered.

"I’m serious. Michael’s tourettes happen randomly. You can’t tell when it’s gonna happen and you can’t provoke it." He said.

"Not true." I replied.

"It is." He said.

"Oh yeah?" I took another gulp of my beer, "Then why did it happen when I started laughing at him because of that picture I posted on twitter?" I asked.

"Coincidence." I answered.

"Then why did it happen again when we were arguing."

He hesitated, “Another coincidence.”

"B.S." I said.

I crossed my arms, balancing my beer on my elbow.

"Okay maybe the last one was because of the argument, I don’t know. I wasn’t there." He said.

I huffed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This time I took five to six gulps of my beer.

"You should go talk to him if it’s bothering you that much." He said, "You’ll feel better after."

"How did you know its bothering so much?" I asked.

"Because you only wear that sweater when you need comfort." He smiled, "Plus, you don’t usually down a beer that fast"

I giggled, “I guess I do.”

I got up and stretched my back a bit. Then, I finished off my beer.

"I’m gonna go talk to Michael." I said with a yawn.

"You go get your man back, girl." He replied in a feminine voice.

I giggled again, “He’s not my man.”

I checked the kitchen, throwing the bottle away, and then the front area of the bus but Michael wasn’t to be found. I walked back to the bunks and slid open Michael’s bunk curtain a bit. The light from his phone shined on his face which was now turned to face me.

"Yeah?" He asked a bit tired himself.

"Um, can we talk?" I asked.

"Sure." He replied.

He swung himself out of his bunk and landed on his feet.

I hesitated to grab his hand.

He must have noticed because he held out his hand and said, “Go ahead, it won’t happen again.”

I shot a quick smile at him and took his hand in mine. I lead him to the front area.

When we got there I sat on the couch and he sat closely on my right. I didn’t know what to say so I sat quietly and tried to figure out how to start this.

"Um, you can let go if you want." He said.

I didn’t realized what he was talking about until he started to rub his thumb on the back of my hand.

"Oh, uh sorry. Is this bothering you?" I asked nervously.

"Only if it’s bothering you." He answered with a slight smile.

I stared at him and he stared at me, both of us not knowing what to say.

I looked at my knees and muttered, “Sorry, um, this is so weird.”

I released his hand but he pulled it back in his.

"It’s not weird." He replied, "What did you want to talk about."

I cleared my throat, “I want to apologize, for making your, um, tourettes acting up.”

"You’re not the r-"

"Don’t." I said and looked at him, "I know I’m the reason why it happened."

I looked back down. “I also want to apologize for the, uh, bad eating habits. I didn’t think it would make you so angry. And for the tourettes again.”

I rubbed my arm and looked back at him.

"I’m really sorry." I said.

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I sniffled.

"Don’t cry." He said, "I don’t like seeing you like this."

He pulled me to him. Now, I’m leaning awkwardly on him, with my cheek pushed against his collar bone. Not to mention he’s still shirtless.

I wiggled my arms between his lower back and the couch so now I was hugging his waist.

"I’m sorry I got so mad." He said.

"Don’t apologize." I said

"No, I realize now that I was a little to aggressive with you. But, it hurt a lot Kris, when I heard that I imagined your stomach growling until it hurt and you fainting from lack of food. And it just… the thought made me want to vomit. But then, I wanted to punch a hole the wall because I didn’t notice anything. I was really angry with myself and I couldn’t get that aggression out. And, I took it out on you and I’m sorry." He said.

"It’s okay." I mumbled.

We stayed in a comfortable silence, holding each other.

"Did you ever get a brownie?" Michael asked.

I shook my head, “No.”

Michael released me from his hold and took the brownies out of our little tour bus pantry. He grabbed two forks out of the drawer as well and after, walked back and sat on the couch facing me. He handed me a fork.

"You’re really good at baking Kris." He said with a mouth-full of brownie.

"Thanks," I giggled, "The only things I can do right is sing, set up guitars, and bake."

He chuckled, “Well, that’s not entirely true, you can do a lot of things right. Singing, setting up guitars, and baking are just what you do best.”

I smiled, “You always know what to say.”

We kept eating our brownies, just enjoying each other’s company without saying anything.

That’s the thing about me and Michael, we’re incapable of having awkward moments. Even long silences can’t make things weird between us.

I scooped a bit of brownie on my thumb.

"Oh Michael," I sang in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah?" He asked looking at me.

I smiled, “I believe I need to get even with you.”

He chuckled, “Go ahead.”

He leaned his head forward and I slowly lifted my hand to his face. I wiped the brownie onto his nose. And there we were again staring at each other in silence, with probably the goofiest smiles we’ve ever made.

He smushed some brownie on my forehead, “I know you said we were even but, you look cute with brownie on you.”

I could feel my cheeks turning a light pink. I shook my head to make the brownie fall off but I could still feel bits and pieces up there. I went to reach up to wipe it off but Michael stopped me.

"Don’t worry, I got it." He said, "Close your eyes."

I did as told and shut my eyes. But, instead of his fingers I felt a pair of lips press against my forehead with a slight lick to get the brownie off. I smiled. When he retracted his lips I could hear that sweet sound that kisses make when they separate. He lowered he head so we were now face to face so I took the liberty to plant a soft kiss on his chin.

"You’re gonna be the death of me." He whispered.

He stood up and took my hand.

"Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s already ten." He said.

He took me to the bunks and pointed to his bunk.

"Ladies, first." He whispered with a smile.

I giggled, “That’s your bunk, you big dork.”

"I know that’s my bunk, I would like you to be in it." He said.

I giggled, “You could’ve just asked.”

I climbed my way in and laid down. Michael followed shortly and closed the curtain behind him. He was on top of me and had intertwined our fingers together, holding them near the sides my head. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine.

"You’re so fucking cute." He whispered.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath. I guess I wasn’t the only one drinking. But, he’s not drunk, I know drunk Michael and this isn’t him. He’s probably just a bit tipsy is all.

"You’re not so bad yourself." I replied.

"Hmm," he said and continued to give me Eskimo kisses.

"Sing me to sleep?" He asked.

I smiled bigger, “Of course.”

He moved us so now we were on our sides facing each other. He hooked his hand on the back of my knee and pulled me so now our fronts were touching. He laid my leg over his, and dragged his hand from my knee to the end of my sweater. Then, he reached under my sweater and tank top and rubbed circles on my hip with his thumb. The feeling sent tingles through my body and caused me to smile a bit

"What do you want me to sing?" I asked.

"Hmm, how about that one song from, um, Sleeping with Sirens you made me listen to?" He said quietly.

"Okay." I whispered.

I combed my fingers through his hair slowly and began to sing.

Stay for tonight If you want to I can show you What my dreams are made of, As I’m dreaming of your face…

~

I know I said I would post yesterday but this chapter was longer than others so that means more proof reading and ladaladalada bleh but yeah sorry. Next, chapter should be Wednesday, if not then Thursday. Oh and keep sharing us! ~Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 5

"Kristy, what the fuck?!" Michael yelled from the bathroom.

He came into the back lounge still wet, holding a towel around his waist.

"What’s wrong?" I asked smiling like an idiot, "I thought you had a fun time in the shower?"

He continued to stare at me with anger in his eyes. I moved closer to him and placed my hands on his chest.

"You know why I’m angry." He said.

I bit my lip and looked up at him with the most innocent look I could make.

"I don’t think I do," I said, "Would another lap dance make you feel better?" I started cracking up, "Maybe I could add another photo to the Michael Bohn-er tag on twitter." I laughed.

I had to retract my hands from him so I could hold my stomach.

"This isn’t funny Kristy!" He said.

I continued to laugh, “I told you I would get you back.”

He kept trying to find the right words and it was pretty funny, until his Tourettes started acting up.

"Oh shit, Michael!" I said.

He turned around and headed back to the bathroom, “Just stay there. Don’t come closer, I’m fine.” He said.

I ran to him and grabbed his arm, “I’m so s-“

"Stay back!" He raised his voice, "I’m fine."

He never looked back at me. His hand was twitching furiously. He tried to shake off my hand but I held tighter.

"I’m just trying to help." I said.

"Haven’t you helped enough?" He said harshly and looked back at me.

Not only was his hand effected but so was a half of his face. My eyes grew wide.

"They all looked at me like that." He said and pulled my hand off.

He walked to the bathroom. He tried tried to close the door behind him but, in one swift move I stopped the door, went inside, and locked the door behind me. I sat on the floor and tugged on Michael’s good hand as a sign for him to do the same.

"I’m n-not in the mood Kristy." He said.

I shushed him and continued to tug on his hand.

He sighed, “Can I at least p-put some clothes on?”

I slowly looked in his direction, seeing the hem of his white towel dangling above his knees.

"Either you look aw-way, or it’s about to get awkward f-for you." He said.

I looked away and covered my eyes. I heard the shuffling of fabric and then it stopped. He sat down next to me and placed his hand on my knee. It was still twitching.

"Lay your head on my lap." I softly said.

He laid on his back and rested his head on my thighs. I scanned him, He was shirtless, so I could see his tattoos I usually don’t see, and I could see the hem of his briefs under a pair of grey baseball shorts. I looked back at his face, his tourettes had calmed down a bit but still showed.

"Close your eyes and relax." I whispered.

He did as told and took a deep breath. I began to sing Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day softly to him and hum the guitar between lyrics, just like back in choir class in highschool.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life.

His hand stopped spazzing, so I took it and held it between mine.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial For what it’s worth it was worth all the while

I held his hand against my cheek and closed my eyes as well.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life.

His face was relaxed now, but he stayed in the same position.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life.

I loosened my grip on his hand so he could pull away. Instead, he grabbed my hand between his and pull them to his mouth.

He whispered, “Beautiful.” against my fingers and took another deep breath. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"You should sing to me more often. Tyler could never do that." He said.

I smiled, “My mom use to sing to me when I was stressed out or nervous, it would help me relax and calm down.”

"You really do sing amazingly, Kris. If only they knew how good you are then all this hate w-"

"Stop. We’re not gonna talk about that now." I said.

He sighed, “Actually that reminds me of something.”

He removed his head from my lap and sat next to me.

"Is there anything going on I should know about?" He asked, "Are you having any problems?"

"No. Why?" I replied.

"Because I overheard you and AJ in your bunk."

My heart plummeted and my mouth went dry.

"Uh, what did you hear?" I asked.

I don’t want him to think me and AJ are sneaking around and fucking behind the bands back. That’s against the #1 rule. Never have sensual/romantic relationships with your band mates.

"Something very interesting actually." He said.

I started scratching at the ground again. Just say it already damn it!

"Why aren’t you eating?" He asked.

Shit.

I swallowed, “I’m eating,” I said, “You just saw me eat before we made brownies.”

"I know what I heard Kris." He said.

I stayed silent. My eyes were watering up so I looked at the ground.

"Well?" He said with a bit of attitude.

"They say I need to be skinny." I muttered.

"Bullshit." He snapped.

"Um, what?" I said and looked at him.

"How long did you go without food?" He asked angrily.

I stared at him, not wanting to answer the question.

He hit the ground, “Answer the question.” He fumed.

"T-twenty-eight hours." I stuttered.

He pursed his lips and stood up. He leaned his elbows on the counter and head his head in his hands.

"Why would you do something like this?" He asked furiously.

I stood up behind him, and looked at his head through the mirror.

"B-because," I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek, "I just wanted t-to be accepted."

I moved next to him and placed my hand on his upper back and the other on his upper arm.

"I’m sorry." I said.

He turned his head towards me. His eyes a bit glossy as well. He took a deep breath and stood up, still looking at me.

"Next time think about how much you’re hurting others when you do this to yourself." He seethed.

His hand started spazzing again so he gripped his wrist with the other, trying to stop it. After, he walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. ~ Sorry I took so long to update, I started school last week but I should be back on schedule now so I’ll update again before Friday :) ~Mel

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And His Lips On Your Cheek

Chapter 1

Kristy’s P.O.V.

I sighed as put my last suit case in my bunk. This is my first time on tour, well, as a performer. I was on crew until our clean vocalist went solo right before tour. Jackass, if I ever see him again I swear I’ll-

"Ready?" I heard.

"Ready to get boo’ed at." I replied with a slight frown.

I turned around to see Michael, our unclean vocalist, staring down at me with probably the most serious face he’s ever made.

"Kris," my nickname, "they’re going to love you. Once they hear your voice they’ll realize how much better you are than Tyler and all the harassment you’re getting will stop."

I didn’t say anything, instead I wrapped my arms around his torso and breathed into his chest. His arms draped around my shoulders and upper back while he rested his head a top of mine.

"Are you getting thinner?" He asked and released me from his hold.

I giggled, “Shut up, I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

"Well yeah," he scanned my body, "but you really do look like you’ve lost some weight."

I bit my lip, “Hmm really?” I looked down at my body. “Nah. I think this t-shirt is just a bit lose, but thanks.” I smiled.

Suddenly, bus jolted forward, causing me to fall back against the bunks.

"Mrs. Jones, you really are the image of grace" Michael smirked.

I stuck my middle finger up at him and made my way to the back lounge. I sighed and laid down on the couch, “Wake me when I care.”

"Of course, your Highness."

I must’ve been out for a long time because when I woke up, or should I say when AJ shouted in my ear and scared me awake, we already picked up our lighting guy, our drum and new guitar tech, AJ, josh, and sky.

"Fuck you AJ!" I groaned.

He laughed, “That’s not what you said the night we met.”

"Ohhh!" Sky shouted from his bunk.

"Butt out Sky!" I pointed at AJ, "And you! That was a one time thing! I would have never done that if I knew how annoying you are!"

He put his hands up, “Alright fine, but if it wasn’t for my charm you wouldn’t be here right now.”

"Lalalala, can’t hear you!" I yelled with my fingers in my ears.

He turned and walked out of the back lounge, closing the door behind him. I pulled my fingers out of my ears and leaned back on the couch. But then AJ just had to push his limits.

"AJ! God you’re so big! Faster!" AJ moaned in a feminine voice.

"I’m gonna kill you!" I just about screamed. I got up and ran to the door.

"Oh shit." Our drum tech exclaimed.

He grabbed my wrist which I easily slipped out of. I flung the door open and did the same to AJ’s bunk curtain. He was laughing his ass off until I pulled him out of his bunk. He landed on the floor with a thud. I grabbed his pillow, sat on his waist, and smacked the pillow in his face over and over.

"Take it back!" I threw the pillow and held his wrists against the floor.

His smile turned into a smirk “If you wanted to top you could’ve just asked.”

I growled and pelted my fists against his chest. He rolled us over so he was on top and now we were in someone’s bunk. He held my wrists above my head with one his hands.

"You’re cute when you’re attacking me." He poked my nose.

"I must be pretty fucking adorable then." I said and tried to wiggle out of his hold.

The bus came to a stop at Ty’s house and made AJ fall on top of me.

"God you’re heavy!" I gasped "Get off!"

"No I like it here, I think I might take a nap."

I grunted as I tried to push him off.

"AJ please!" I whined.

"Oh shit, are AJ and Kristy going at it again?" I heard Ty say.

"Oh my god!" I grunted, "It was a one time thing!" I yelled.

AJ laughed and rolled off of me, “And if it didn’t happen you wouldn’t be here and we wouldn’t be on tour.”

"I guess." I mumbled and crawled out of the bunk.

I got up and straighten out my clothes. I walked to the fridge to get a soda, remembering how I got here.

"Excuse me miss can I ask you a question?" I heard.

"Hmm, sure why not?" I answered with a half smile.

I turned to see a Mexican man, he looked to be in his twenties and has a very nice complexion. His skin looked soft and his smile was the nicest, most genuine smile I’ve seen in months.

"Why is a beautiful girl like you sitting alone at a bar on a Saturday night?" He sat in the chair next to me.

"Well, I just got laid off since the band I was working for decided to split. I was part of their crew and they got into too many arguments and they decided to end it." I sighed and took a sip of my beer

"Oh, well you should know that getting drunk won’t help you find a job."

"This is my second beer."

"In that case, can I buy you a drink?" he smiled at me, "my names AJ by the way." He held his hand out to me.

I took his hand and gave it a quick shake ,”Kristy.”

He took my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles making me giggle.

"You’re pretty good looking yourself, why are you alone at a bar on a Saturday night?" I asked turning my body toward him.

"Why not?" He replied.

"Fair point." I shrugged and took another gulp of my beer.

A few various drinks later and we’re both pretty drunk and heading back to AJ’s place in his car. I reached over and palmed him through his jeans. He groaned and parked the car in his driveway. Then, he got out and opened my door for me. I immediately got out and kissed his lips roughly.

He squeezed my ass and said, “Jump.”

I wrapped m legs around his waist and he walked us to his front door. Frantically, he unlocked the door and carried me up to his bedroom.

And that’s really about as much as I could remember from that night. The next morning I woke up and regretted it immediately.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mumbled and searched for my clothes.

They were easy to find considering they were folded at the end of the bed. I quickly put them on and walked out of his bedroom. Fuck, I don’t know how to get out of here. Well, maybe if I go in here-

"Hey," I walked in the kitchen to see AJ with a bowl of cereal, "Do you want some?"

I thought for a moment, what was I suppose to say? No I’m trying to sneak out but thanks? “Uh, sure.”

I sat in a chair as he made me some cereal. This is so awkward.

"So, you know how last night you said you were on crew for a band?" He said and gave me a bowl of cereal.

"Um, yeah why?"

"Because I’m in a band and we need more crew members. Can you set up guitars?" He smiled

"Well duh but, are you really asking me that? The girl you picked up at a bar and had a one night stand with?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah why not?" He replied with a mouth full of cereal.

"It’s that a little weird? Like at all?"

"Well I guess but have you taken a look at your breakfast?" He laughed.

I looked down to see a bowl of fruity pebbles and my spoon was plastic and green. This was all too weird but, I like weird.

"So you want the job or not?"

And that’s how I got here.

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Ah first chapter! Super excited to write the next one! Anyway anyone who helps us get noticed will get a follow from us and my personal and will be much appreciated! Thank you for reading and please tell your friends/internet friends about us! ~Mel

[band-fanfriction]

New fan fic!

And His Lips On Your Cheek

Summary: After tyler carter leaves Issues to go solo, the band uses Kristy Jones, their old guitar tech, to be the new clean vocals on their upcoming tour. A majority of the fans have already accepted her and the band is happy again, until Tyler comes back.

Author: Mel