I Remember You. {Sebastian Bach}

Chapter 1.

Hey everybody! This was sebastianandalice, now sebastianbachs (I changed my username). So, I decided that I really wanted to pick up this story, but instead of just continuing it, and picking up where I left off, I decided that I wanted to use the same characters (Sebastian, Stevie, Lexie, the rest of the Skids, etc), and make it pretty much the same plot with some changes, but to also revamp it, re-write it to make the quality much better, and to overall just improve the quality of the original story. I believe the plot for this story is really good, and I have really good ideas in general for this story that'll appear in later chapters, but when I first started writing it around a year and a half ago, it was very rushed and truthfully poorly written. So: I hope you guys like the new 'revamped' story! Please vote, comment telling me what you think, and add this story to your library!

Much love,
sebastianbachs.

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I was standing in front of the bar, a full glass of my favorite drink, Jack Daniel's and coke on the rocks sat in front of me, the condensation from the glass coated my hand in moisture every time I reached for a sip.

My best friend Lexie, who was standing right next to me, convinced me to come out tonight; claiming that we needed some girl time and needed to get laid. I wasn't really for it at first, but my roommate is as persistent as they come. So, here I am, dressed to the nines, sitting on a bar stool at The Whiskey.

Many guys so far throughout the night have tried to come on to me; sliding into the spot right next to me and getting awfully too close to me with their touchy hands.

"Oh come on," Lexie said, "He was beyond hot!" She exclaimed as the most recent creep exited the place next to me.

"Did you ignore the fact that he said, 'we can do it in the back of my pickup truck'? No thanks." I replied, taking another swig from my drink. The cold liquor burned my throat, causing a feeling of calmness to wash over me. Alcohol was a distraction from my current undesired situation, and it helped calm my frustration and nerves.

"COME ON ROB, JUST DO IT!" Someone shouted from somewhere behind me.

I turned my head to find a group of, well, very attractive males that had just entered the bar. There were five of them, their hair was long, falling past their shoulders, and they all looked like they belonged playing onstage at The Troubadour or something.

As I continued to stare at the lot of them, one of the men turned his head, his face being revealed to me.

At first glance, I didn't believe that someone so beautiful could ever exist on this planet. His face looked like it had been carved by angels, his features perfectly accentuated. His long, thick, blonde hair flowed behind him, perfectly messy, his lips looked so soft that I could almost feel them on mine just by staring at him. I looked him up and down; he was wearing tight leather pants, and a shirt that was open, revealing his tan toned chest, and prominent muscles. I brought my eyes to his face one more time, only to find his dark, deep brown eyes staring into mine.

I turned away quickly, and felt the heat rising in my cheeks immediately. I let out a breath that I wasn't aware that I had been holding in, and felt a small burn in my stomach; except this time it wasn't the alcohol.

Do I dare look back? I questioned myself, nervous if I was acting like too much of a creep myself. But I couldn't help it, I turned back around, and his eyes were still on me, instead it was his turn to be looking me up and down. I noticed his teeth were clamped onto his lip, biting down as his eyes raked up my body, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence that I was catching the attention of someone so unbelievably sexy. I had to admit that I went all out tonight, dressed in fishnet stockings, the shortest booty shorts that can be found in LA, an almost see through lace top, and pair of black booties.