How to avoid falling for a Trohman for dummies

11

Terry

I had slept later than usual and woke up with the 11 am sun shining in my eyes and a new voice at my door.

"Terry, it's Patrick. We're really worried about you."

For Patrick to be awake this early was about as unusual as me being asleep this late. I could understand their concern. Andy's voice came through the door now, "Terry, you're not giving me a lot of options here. You know I can take down this door."

I unlocked the door and opened it, letting them both in and shutting it. "I'm sorry. I overslept. Had a rough night."

They had taken a seat on my embarrassingly unmade bed and Patrick patted the space between them. I sat down obediently and Andy put his arm around me. "We know asking you if you're okay is pretty dumb so we won't ask that. How are you feeling?"

For some reason, I opened up to them. "I feel really depressed. So much has happened in the last 24 hours and the emotional rollercoaster has just been a drain."

Patrick put his hand sympathetically on my knee. "He's kind of feeling the same way sweety. Maybe you two should talk about what the possibilities are before the next stop. You know we're stopping in LA and taking a 5 day break. He's probably going to have to go for a sonogram with Marie."

I sighed, "Yeah. I'm haven't even booked myself a hotel room to stay in yet."

Andy scoffed, "Like hell you're going to stay alone in a hotel. I've got two guest bedrooms unless you and Joe make up and you stay at his."

I smiled and leaned onto Andy's shoulder. "Thank you Andy. I would take you up on that offer, but let me see what my brother has to say first."

They both looked at me in awe, "Brother?" Patrick exclaimed.

I showed them the inside of my wrist where I had my brothers initials tattooed. Andy was more interested in the tattoos. "Cool! Do you have anymore?"

"Yeah, not as impressive as yours but I have a tribal totem between my breasts, a Celtic sword between my shoulder blades and a grim reaper on my left hip bone."

He grinned, "Cool! Can I see the grim before we have to let you go and get ready?"

I lifted my shirt enough for the tattoo to be visible and let Andy indulge his curiosity for a few minutes longer then excused myself to shower. As I headed to the shower, Joe came out of his room, bumping straight into me.

"Oh My God, I'm so sorry Terry!"

"It's fine Joe. I need to shower. Bye."

"Please, talk to me."

"I need to get clean. Once I'm dressed, I'll come see you."

He looked sad and walked away. After a quick shower, I got dressed. I felt like I should put on an intimidating presence so I got into black skinnies with a black corset top, showing off the tribal tattoo between my breasts a little and paired it with black studded stilettos and a 3/4 length leather jacket. I left my hair loose trying to cover up my bruising and caked the make-up on.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. "Come in!"

I turned around to see Andy standing there with his mouth open, "Fuck it someone abducted Terry and left a supermodel in her place. God does exist!"

I laughed at him and pulled out my phone. I decided no time was better than to call my half brother. He agreed to come to the concert and insisted I stay with him after he heard what had happened with Ashley. I hung up and got the balls to go talk to Joe.