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Title: Lovestoned Author:  crazy_me_hahaRating: PG-13 Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC Summary: “Go get dressed, we’re going clubbing.” Disclaimer: A fashion faux pas. Author's Notes: Title of the story belongs to Justin Timberlake. So this is the revised chapter 18 coz the last one totally sucked in my opinion. This one blew the old version out of this world. Thanks to my very own best friend for her suggestions. :D 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 Time flies by so fast. It just seemed like yesterday when Ryan and I were out for dinner and started dating ever since then. Keyword: dating. No serious relationship has been established yet. Anyway, we’re at Los Angeles right now and the tour is about to end in a matter of days. Emmy and I were inside the boys’ dressing room playing Guitar Hero II. It was more of an invasion of their dressing room actually, since we got bored and tired from running around backstage trying to pull pranks and take hilarious pictures of each other and the crew. So yeah, here we are being amateurs and playing a number of rounds of the game. “Another round?” Emmy asked as soon as the previous song finished. I nodded at her as she looked for a song to play next. While she was doing that, I glanced at the wall clock, and then I heard a huge round of applause and screaming, signaling that the show was over. “Dude, c’mon…it’s time to hand them a crate of water bottles.” I joked. The two of us took off the miniature guitar game controller strapped to us and walked out of the door, just in time for the water bottle and towel giving. I saw Ryan coming and held out a bottle for him to grab. When he did, he planted a kiss on my lips. He winked at me while continuously walking towards and out the backdoor to get in the tour bus where a shower was waiting for them. I swear to God I could feel my knees were about to give in. Damn boy. Getting me all…hot. And sweaty. “AGHH!! BRENDON! Get off me! You’re still sweating!” I turned to my other side and saw the really sweaty lead vocalist hugging my best friend with all his might. I could still see sweat tricking down his temples. Yep, he was really sweating like a pig – except he’s not. Maybe. Emmy was whining already and Brendon still refused to let go. “Breeeeenndooonnn…” Brendon laughed as he finally let her go. “God, get in the shower before I whack your ass and take you there myself.” And then he had this big goofy grin on his face. “I wouldn’t mind. It would make my shower more worthwhile.” He ran as fast as he could after he finished his statement. He ran while laughing and Emmy was about to chase him but I stopped her. “You need a shower yourself, young lady.” I said in a pretend stern voice. “I don’t see any available showers in this building, mommy. Unless you want me to get in their tour bus and have four rockstars bathing along with your daughter.” She shot back. “I meant when we get to the hotel.” “I knew that.” As soon as the boys were done taking a quick shower, they headed out to meet with their fans. Signing posters, CDs, other crap plus taking pictures and shit. Emmy and I were watching them highly amused from the backdoor, leaning against the doorframe. I am being a keen observer tonight. There were a lot of girls, mostly the teenies and sixteen year olds MySpace whores. Some had big boobs almost spilling out of their tube tops; chicks carrying extra baggage with some smeared Ryan-esque makeup on their faces and girls who needed some serious fashion makeover. I mean, seriously: a neon pink fishnet top/poncho sort of thing over a white wife beater, black knit fingerless gloves and jeans? It didn’t help either to the fact that she’s a chick with some extra baggage. Damn, I’m being such a bitch. I should have auditioned for the role of Regina George in Mean Girls. There were good looking girls in the outdoor area to be honest. I mean, besides Emmy and I. And yes, we’re ego-centric. We think highly of ourselves and believe that we are better than the rest of the female population. That’s how much we are full of ourselves. But of course, we know our limitations…most of the time. Anyway, back to the good looking fan girls. There are brunette chicks and this seems to be a bad sign for me. Because you see, I’ve heard on the internet that while Ryan is single on the road, he hits on brunettes and that he only dates blonde girls. Well, I’m a brunette with blonde highlights so what does that make me? And I actually shouldn’t be thinking of this coz we’re not together. Yes, we’re dating but again – no serious relationship has been established. “RYAN I LOVE YOU!” Screamed a fan. I looked to the direction to where the love declaration has been made. A tall brunette girl was jumping up and down (her breasts where bouncing along with her) trying to get Ryan’s attention. Well, it worked. After a few moments, Ryan stood in front of the girl, waiting for something to be handed for him to sign or the girl holding a camera and taking a picture of them. But no, the girl’s action took Ryan by surprise as she placed her hands between his face, pulled him closer and kissed him smack on the lips! Everyone basically gasped and there were flashes all around. Thankfully, security was there and pulled the girl away from Ryan who was still shocked at the event that just occurred. And as soon as that stunt was pulled, the boys were called back inside their tour bus. The crew was also called to get inside the van so everyone could get to the hotel and rest. Emmy and I had our usual room together – well, it will be ours for the moment before other crew members start busting in and invading our turf. The boys went out on a boys’ night out that probably involved grabbing a bite to eat at some local diner and just stay there to talk. Anyway, I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling while Emmy was on the other bed, reading a book. “Hey Em,” “Yeah?” “I’ve been thinking…” “That’s new.” A pillow collided with her head. “Ow! Okay, okay. Jeez, I was kidding! Anyway, what have you been thinking?” “I’ve been thinking about Ryan and the kiss that fan girl gave him.” “Green doesn’t suit you, Anna.” “I’m not jealous!” She was about to open her mouth and say some wise crack to fire back at me but I beat her to it. “And don’t give me that ‘denial is the first sign’ bullcrap.” She nodded slowly. “Ookay…so, tell me what you’ve been thinking.” “Well…Ryan has a lot of fan girls. The whole band practically, but it just seems that Ryan has the most? I don’t know. About the kiss, it got me thinking that he has a lot of female admirers, right? So…if he can have a lot of female admirers, why can’t I have MALE admirers?” Emmy stared at me for a good minute. “Are you on crack? What are you up to now?” “Nothing! It just got me thinking, you know. I feel like I’m just one of the girls that he sees every after concert.” “You know that’s not true, Anna. You have a job and a great one at that! You’re on tour with Panic! At the freaking Disco! And you’re dating Ryan Ross! Any girl would kill anyone to be in your position. C’mon, you’re the luckiest girl in the world.” “I don’t know. I just need a little more love, that’s all.” “Ryan loves you.” “It’s not enough.” “Are you saying you’re not satisfied with Ryan?” “No! Look, I’m happy with him alright? Dating-wise. We’re not together, we’re just dating. I am happy with him but eh, I need to feel a little more love from other guys out there.” Emmy stayed silent, still looking at me and trying to figure things out. And then I got an idea. I got off the bed and walked towards Emmy’s suitcase, rummaging through it. “What are you doing with my things?” I responded by throwing her very own pair of Daisy Duke shorts. She raised an eyebrow at the article of clothing and at me. “What are you up to now, Anna?” After I did my own rummaging in my suitcase, I took out my own pair of Daisy Dukes. “Go get dressed, we’re going clubbing.” “WHAT!? Are you serious?” “Do I look like I’m kidding?” “I love partying with you, Anna but not tonight.” “Why not?” I pouted, placing both of my hands on my hips. “C’mon, Emmy! We are so deprived of dancing, booze and boys – other than the band and crew – right now! It’s been awhile since we had fun that didn’t involve an ounce of work! It’s also been awhile since you had your cigarette!” She looked at me surprised, shocked, startled and other synonymous words to that. “You are definitely on crack. I thought you were against me smoking?” “Never mind that! Please Emmy! We’re going to have fun, I promise! Besides, the boys are on their own night out. Why can’t we have our own girls’ night out with just the two of us?” Emmy sighed, placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. “Fine. I’ll go.” “Yay!” I hugged her tightly and then pushed her towards the bathroom. “Shower now, young lady! And then dress nicely and after you’re through, we’re leaving! We’re gonna party all night long, baby! Yeah!” Post a comment in response: |
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