-Johnnys POV-
I'm really proud of Ty. He did really well on stage. We were out there for nearly 3 hours. Usually our shows aren't that long.
I take off my mask and set it on the table. Jordon bursts into the room with a girl at his side. She looks like a prostitute. Or maybe just a regular whore. Everyone's at some stage of drunkness (except for Tyler, me, and Dylan. Someone's gotta get these goons home...alive.) At this point I'm just hoping that Aron doesn't show up. If he does then Jordon better not find out or shit's gonna get messy.
Jordon starts making out with her and feeling her up. I'm not watching this. I should find Tyler and Danny and get them home. I get up and start searching for Danny. Hopefully he hasn't started making out with a guy like last time. When Danny gets drunk it's like a switch has been flipped and he's turned gay. Funny part is is that he never remembers it. None of us has told him and he hasn't come across any of the pictures of himself making out and/or grinding against a guy.
Somewhere behind me someones started yelling. The voice is slurred and sounds like Jordons. Another voice yells back at him. I turn around and go towards the camotion. Jordon may be short but he's a tough little fucker. And his punches hurt like hell.
I turn the corner and see Jordon, his whore, and a face I wasn't looking forward to seeing; Aron.
"HEY! SHUT THE FUCK UP, WILL YOU?" I shout at them. Hopefully I can get Aron out of here and calm Jordon down without any fists being thrown.
I seem to have gotten Arons attention but Jordon is still fixated on Aron. I move closer to Jordon. Just in case he goes for Aron.
"Aron, I told you not to come! What the hell?"
"I-I need to talk to Jordon!" God, Aron looks like shit. He looks like he's been crying and hasn't slept in a few days.
"Listen, Jordon's not in a good mindset to be talking."
"I can fucking hear you, you know! Get the fucking hell out of here you piece of shit!"
"Jordon, please! I can't keep doing this!"
"NO! YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE! I WON'T BE HURT BY YOU AGAIN!"
"Calm down Jordon." I turn to his whore. "You might wanna get out of here before something happens." She removes Jordons arm from her waist and struts off.
"Aron, get the fuck out of here! I dont want any fights happening tonight! Especially not with Tyler here!"
"Johnny..."
"No Aron. Just please go."
He opens his mouth like he's going to say something but doesn't get the chance to before Jordons fist connects with his jaw. I immediately lock my arms around Jordon.
"Get the fuck out of here Aron!"
He drags himself off the floor. "Jordon...I need you to know that...I...I love you." He turns and runs. I keep a solid hold on Jordon until I'm sure he's gone.
"Come on Jordon. Let's get you home." I pull out my phone and text Dylan, telling him that I've got Jordon and Tyler and we're leaving.
I keep Jordon with me as I look for Tyler. We end up finding him passed out on one of the couches. Instead of waking him I pick him up bridal style. He's a lot lighter then I thought he was.
"Jordon, grab the door for me."
I put Tyler in the back seat and start the drive home.
"How're you holding up?" I ask Jordon. He hasn't said anything since Aron left. That's unusual for him.
"He said he loves me."
"Do you still love him?"
"I-I dont know. Maybe?"
"Theres no maybes in love. Either it's there or it's not. Which is it?"
"I dont know!"
"Keep it down please. Ty's still asleep."
He mutters something unintelligable. I pull the car up to the house.
"Go get some sleep Jordon."
"Whatever." He grumbles his way into the house. I grab Ty from the back and bring him upstairs. I put him in my bed instead of Dannys. Just in case Dannys feeling a bit touchy feely when he gets back.
I change into my pjs and sit on the bed. I go onto Twitter, checking out the tweets about the show. Suddenly my phone starts ringing. I don't recognize the number.
"Hello?"
"Is this George Ragan?"
"Yes."
"This is the hospital, I'm sorry to inform you that there has been an accident."
