violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2007-04-27 21:12:00

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Title: Lovestoned
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: “...Now, can we please have fun?”
Disclaimer: As real as Ryan getting a septum piercing. Oh lord.
Author's Notes: Title of the story belongs to Justin Timberlake. This is the second to the last chapter but there will be a sequel in the works. :]

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God, I can’t believe I got dragged into this.

Here I am standing in front of the bathroom mirror, checking my appearance for the nth time while Anna stood outside of the bathroom, waiting impatiently for me. Anna dragged me into her idea of going out tonight to party and drink all night with Los Angeles nightlife. She decided upon going to this nightclub called A.D. I also can’t believe I’m wearing my Daisy Duke shorts. I wasn’t planning on wearing these either and I thought there would come a day wherein I would wear it in the entire duration of the tour. I can’t remember why I bought and brought this. Oh well.

“Emmy!” Anna banged her fists on the door. “Come on! We’re missing half the fun!”

I rolled my eyes and opened the door. Anna was standing there all dressed up and ready to go. Her getup consisted of the Daisy Dukes, a dark red keyhole halter top with a ribbon that needed to be tied at the nape of the neck and at the small of her back (she is basically backless). As for her shoes, a pair of black suede knee-high punk boots with 4 inch stiletto heels from Mia. A Fleur de Lis symbol was embedded across the suede shaft and nail heads skirt the ankle.

I cannot deny that she looks hot. She looks like she’s really serious about this outing; meeting boys and such. I, on the other hand, wasn’t wearing anything special: just a tube dress top, the shorts and red peep toe high heeled wedges that required ribbon tying up to my leg to secure the shoes in place. I didn’t feel like dressing up much, but whatever. We left the hotel and the both of us were walking down the dim lighted streets of Los Angeles, where we “earned” wolf whistles and cat calls by random male strangers – and some even female, towards the Los Angeles club hotspot.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. If Ryan finds out about this–”

Anna sighed in frustration for the nth time out of my worries and yapping and stepped in front of me. “Can you please drop it already and relax for a minute!? He won’t find out, Emmy! Look, just forget about Ryan or Brendon. Forget Jon and Spencer as well. Forget the whole band and crew! We’re out here to have fun and have a good time. I know you’re looking out for me but…give it a rest, even for just the night. Please?”

I looked at her pleading eyes and her lips slowly turning into a pout. I didn’t want to argue with her further and didn’t want to in the middle of the sidewalk. Well she’s right anyway. I guess I am too concerned about her and her relationship with Ryan – if there is one. “Okay…”

“Thank you. Now, can we please have fun?” I nodded and resumed our walk.

Anna

It took awhile but we’re finally here! Ooh, I can’t believe this is happening! The two of us headed towards the bar first to order a couple of drinks, to get riled up before hitting the dance floor and hooking up with the boys. After a few shots of tequila, Emmy left the bar, no longer sober and headed towards the dance floor, going all rave and shit. While she was out there dancing, I was stuck by the bar still drinking of what I could remember is my 3rd glass of vodka.

“Hey,”

I perked up to the sound of a deep masculine voice behind me. I turned around and met face to face with a dark haired boy. He seemed stoic but damn does he look hot? Come on; black jacket over a black shirt, dark denim jeans that couldn’t possibly be anymore tighter and oh yes, eyeliner guyliner around his eyes. Lock me up and throw away the key please.

As I looked at him longer, he seemed really familiar. “Hey yourself.” I smiled.

“I’m Mikey, and you are?” He extended out his hand, waiting for me to take it.

“Anna.” I replied, shaking hands with him. “Hmm…are you just a regular Mikey or a Mikey from a very popular band?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

He let out a laugh and shook his head. “I can be both. Right now, I’m a regular Mikey who is here to have fun with his friends and his wife.”

“Wife? Well, I’m sure you’re very much committed to her. Won’t she be troubled with you talking to another girl?”

“It was her idea for me to talk to you,” he chuckled. “She actually wants to invite you and your friend –” he points at a dancing Emmy, “– over to our booth since she thought you could really use some company other than other drunken kids. So, accept the invitation?”

I looked at Emmy who was still busy raving on the dance floor. “I’ll go and she will too, but I think she’ll be running a little late.”

“No problem, she’s always welcome.”

Mikey led me to their private booth that was hidden behind a thin see-through piece of cloth. When we were still passing through the crowd to get to the booth, I could already see the familiar faces of Frankie Iero, his fellow band mate and Matt Good, the guitarist and now the lead vocalist of the band, From First To Last. However, an unfamiliar woman was seated between Frankie and Matt and I could instantly say that the woman is Mikey’s wife.

“Guys, this is Anna. Anna, I’m sure you know these guys.”

“Definitely.” I shook hands with the two musicians in front of me.

“Great, and this here is my lovely wife, Alicia Simmons Way.”

“Nice to meet you!” That was unusually perky of me. Alicia smiled back and even stood up to hug me as a greeting. Mikey sat down beside Alicia and I was on her other side, right beside Matthew fucking Good. Damn, he looks so much cuter in real life.

“So, what brings you to Los Angeles, Anna?” Alicia asked, Mikey’s arms wrapped around her.

“Um…I’m actually a crew member of Panic! At The Disco. I do makeup with my best friend and uh…well, basically helping around with their tour right now that is about to end in a matter of days, actually.”

“Wow, Panic! At The Disco? I heard those guys are great.” Frank replied. “So…I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get a little personal here, but…any new found romance with one of the band members?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I laughed and almost snorted. “Well…no; zero romance for me on this tour.”

“You hesitated! So come on, tell us!” Frank pressed on the subject more but Mikey finally whacked him on the head.

“You’re acting like a high school girl – fishing on gossip and whatever. Leave the girl alone, Frankie.”

Frank responded with a huff and the rest of us just laughed at his adorable childlike face. After a couple more group conversations with each other, Frank excused himself to the bathroom while Mikey and Alicia decided to hit the dance floor, much to Mikey’s dismay. So Matt and I were left alone in the booth; our glasses half-filled with the poison of our choice.

“God, your laugh is adorable.”

I laughed again and hit him on the chest. I have no idea what I was doing and what I am getting myself into – and what the hell was going on; all I know is that I am having tons of fun. Matt is such a great guy. He makes me laugh, relaxed and comfortable around him.

“What’s taking Frankie so long?” I wondered. The both of us peeked out of the curtain and then suddenly saw Frankie by the bar – talking to a girl. He seemed to be having the time of his life. “Hey, you wanna dance?” I asked as I leaned closer to him and flipping my hair over my shoulder.

“Sure.” He replied with a smile. The two of us headed towards the dance floor and let loose, forgetting all of their worries and whatnot and just having fun with the company of friends and loved ones. While we were dancing, I spotted Emmy dancing next to the DJ on the raised platform. An electronic rock song boomed through the speakers and my body immediately responded to the strong beat of the song and within a matter of seconds, Matt and I were grinding each other; our bodies rubbing against each other, creating friction, tension and – DAMN THAT’S A LOT OF HEAT.

His hands were all over my body and I have to admit, I liked it – A LOT. He placed his hands behind my back and pulled me towards him. He leaned down, letting our foreheads touch. I know where this was going. I know what he was planning on and I know he wanted it.

So fucking bad.

And I wanted it too.

No longer hesitating the sinful temptation, our lips collided – begging for some entrance.

And then tongue hockey began.

Hell fucking yes.