*****Kaela's Point Of View*****
The softness of his lips had taken me away to a new world, where all your senses were a million times more sensitive. His lips were like velvet against mine, sweetly damp, barely warm. Yanking me out of my own world, Mike's voice.
"Can you two stop suckin' face, we have a concert in a few hours. Billie needs to get ready. So do we." He grumbled, probably jealous.
Billie tossed a scowl his way, after pulling away from me, which made Tre' chuckle. Gosh they were all so goofy, it made me feel like life was a game. They were the masters, I was the newcomer. I felt helpless.
"Shut up, Mike. Go get ready if you want to! I'm ready. I don't give a FUCK if I look like shit. I didn't think you did either, but whatever. I'm staying right here, to make out with this amazing girl." Billie shot back, his eyes hard.
Mike smiled.
"I only love you for that." He chuckled, putting his base on its stand, and exiting the stage.
Tre' looked around, cautiously sat his drumsticks aside, and chased after Mike like someone was going to murder him if he was left alone with us. Damn he was a bundle of nerves? Or a bundle of untreated ADHD?
I smiled, let out a breath, and looked down. Staring in his eyes was all too much. It made me feel...different.
He took me by my chin with two fingers, and pulled my head up so he could look into my eyes. They were such a beautiful bright green, I felt like I was looking into a forest.
"I love you more than all of the stars in this shitty universe." He wispered, making me fall faint.
"I-I love you more than my life." I replied, a loss of balance overcoming me.
He smiled, and forced me into a really rough kiss that took the remaining breath I had away. I tangled my fingers in his messy hair, and he shoved me against the nearest wall. I bit his lower lip, and I felt his hands fall down below my waist. I smiled though the kiss, and breathed in his scent. Sharing breaths.
His lips kissed down my cheek, then chin, and rested on my neck. Kissing gently under the shade of my hair. His lips felt so goddamn soft against my skin, and I moaned slightly. His kisses were just plain amazing. He giggled, and pulled away with a smile.
"Your so fucking cute." He complimented, taking my hand, and pulling me backstage again.
*****Jimmy's Point Of View*****
My mouth dropped. There they both were on stage, kissing with such passion it made my heart melt. Melt with fury. I watched as she wrapped her long, thin fingers in his greasy pile of hair. He pushed her against the near wall, and his hands trailed below her waist. Which made her smile? She wasn't like that! What the fuck did he do to MY Kaela?!
He pulled away from their embrace, and told her something. Then both of them disappearing backstage together. Hell he better not fucking hurt her, cause' if he does I SWEAR to God I will inflict hell upon his shitty ass rock star life.
I grinded my teeth, hopping on stage. I flung a hard punch at the wall where they were sucking face. I heard a cracking sound, and fell to the ground. On my knees I cried, not out of pain, out of heart ache. I punched the dirty floor with the same hand as hard as I could, nothing could hurt me except her.
If she didn't love me...I would die. I love her to the ends of this fucking twisted earth. I would do anything for her. I would take a bullet for her. I know I screw up sometimes. Exspecially when I drink. But I really did love her. All I had on my mind last night was her, everything about her. Her touch, her smile, her baby blue eyes, her taste, her warmth. You name it, and it was on my mind if it was about her.
