The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 21 - Girls, Girls, Girls

Dylan's P.O.V

Stevie came back and asked Sherrie if she wanted to go out, just the two of them. She agreed, and he told Kirk, Monroe was heading up to their room, and that she was OK.
Kirk excused himself and went after her, as Stevie and Sherrie grabbed a smaller table, just for two.

"Brittany... I do like you, but you're toxic to all my friends. I'm not accepting that."
With that, I stood up from the table, and headed up to my room.

. . .

I hopped out the shower, a towel around my waist.
I walked out the bathroom, seeing Alec sat on my bed, flicking through the TV channels, with Eddie sat in my round fabricated chair, and Vince leaning against the wall, by my window.
Alec switched the TV off, as he heard me coming, giving me his full attention.
"Tell me everything, Dyl-Man."

"Only Monroe calls me 'Dyl-Man'... Brittany is a bitch, shit talking about my friends, and not saying anything better to them. Monroe got upset, because she forgot she was going to set up Stevie with someone, and he brought it up tonight, so she literally ran outside, called out for 'Sherrie', which in it's self was a gamble, as it's not that common of a name, by some miracle, someone replied and she went along with it. Apparently, from what I gathered on my way back up here, Stevie knew Monroe forgot, but thought Sherrie was very pretty, so went along with it, as to not hurt Monroe's feelings. Monroe is up in her room, with Kirk, Brittany outed her lie, making my best friend very upset, and Stevie and Sherrie are on an actual date, as we speak." As I explained the events, I gathered my pyjamas pants, and got changed in the bathroom, leaving the door open so Alec, Vince, and Eddie could hear me.
"Are you and Brittany still an item? I know you did like her a lot." Eddie asked me.
"No. I want her off this tour..." I crossed my arms, leaning on the bathroom doorframe, ready for bed.
"Fair enough." Alec shrugged, with a yawn.
"Get out of my room. I'm tired." I looked at the three.

"Sure, but one last question..." Vince started, as Eddie and Alec got up from their seats, heading for my door.
"What?" I nodded to him, letting him know I was listening, as I climbed into my bed.
"I know you really like this model... I don't know who she is, but instead of sleeping around, and cheating on your current lady friend, why not track down the model and take her out? You could call her agency... A lot of rock stars did that in the '80s." He looked at me.
Eddie grabbed him, dragging him out my room, before I could think of a reply.

The door shut, with the faint sound of Vince protesting.
The room fell silent, after the click of the door. I sat in my bed, knowing that if I just look to my left...

"Vikki Camel..." I whispered, seeing Vogue magazine on the bedside table.

. . .

Eddies' P.O.V

"Vinnie, we love you a hell of a lot, but talking about Vikki is suicide!" I put my arm over his shoulder, taking him far from Dylan's room.
"Who was she?! What happened?!" Vince asked me.

Brittany stepped out the elevator and walked passed us, ignoring us completely, heading to Dylan's room.
I grabbed my room key, from my pocket, opened my door and let Vince in.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked him.
"Yes! Dylan's my friend. I really don't understand half the shit going on in his life. Who is Brittany? Who is Vikki? and is she aware of him cheating? I feel like complete shit for what I did, and I owe you my life for getting me out of it!" Vince sat on my bed, looking at me.
"OK..." I took a deep breath. "I'll tell, and you don't owe me a thing."

"What I'm about to tell you, never leaves this room... You speak of it to no one, not even any of us." I made him cross his heart, promising.
"Early last year, Dylan and Monroe met for the very first time." I sat in my hotel chair. "It took a short while, but they clicked and have been joint at the hip ever since. They picked me up, we all went to Boston... In Boston, waiting for Monroe's return, was Vikki Camel. Her best girl friend." I grabbed my copy of Vogue magazine, handing it to him, so he could see Vikki.
"What happened?" He asked me softly.
"Vikki and Dylan liked each other straight away. It was no secret... Monroe didn't mind, as long as this band was a happening. You see, Vikki always wanted to be a model. She really is flawless, a beautiful woman. She knew that and just... She pulled a Vikki, wanting to flaunt it and show the world. It was just who she was... Like Monroe's odd converse, or the way Stevie holds his drumsticks in that cross... It was just Vikki!" I smiled. "We all agreed to help her get to where she is today, so with the profits from our album, and the tour, we payed for her to move to LA. Dylan was in love with Vikki, though he never admitted it. We were on tour, when Vikki left, so we never got to say 'goodbye' to her. He was devastated, literally vowing to never let himself fall in love again, 'cause it only got him hurt. That tour, he regularly had a one night stand, and that threesome rumour, with Monroe, is true, and yes. That is how Monroe lost her V card... That's no secret, but Kirk hates when we talk about, though he doesn't mind that it happened... Vince, Dylan just sleeps around to forget Vikki, but he just can't let her go. We don't talk about her, 'cause... Kirk gets upset when we mention the threesome, and we love Kirk. Stevie gets upset when we talk about our families, he hasn't seen his parents in months... Monroe gets upset when we talk about England, 'cause England is where her dad is... and Dylan gets upset when we talk about Vikki, 'cause she's the one that got away..."

"How did she feel for him?" Vince asked me, looking at Vikki's picture.
"I believe she was in love with him too, but neither call the other, neither write, or reach out... I greatly believe she misses him, like he misses her." I spoke from the heart.
Vince nodded, now understanding. "I was out of line... Should I say I'm sorry, or just... Not ever bring it up again?" He asked me.
"I'd just not bring it up... Dylan's touchy like that..." I shrugged.
He nodded. "She's very beautiful." He handed me the magazine.
"So, is Marie... I know you two can get through this. Being drunk is no excuse, but we're all in this together. If you don't want us to say anything, then she won't hear a thing. You're our brother now, Vince." I smiled at him.
"Thank you, Eddie..." Vince smiled at me. "Rock and roll."
I nodded to him, just like I did on the night Todd abandoned us.
"Rock and roll."