I had to admit that I never really got over Sammie and I's relationship. I loved her and she loved me but when I left for the USA she couldn't take us being so far apart (and on a bus with another 3 Bisexual girls and 2 Bisexual guys!) even after I promised that I wouldn't cheat on her and the Bro-code promised that as well.
I could see her watching me from the back of the concert hall but who was I to care, I didn't even know why she was here. I quickly signed a kids ticket and motioned for the next one to come forward. HE! Was about 6"4', green eyed and had long blonde, skater styled hair. Not too muscly but just enough to stay strong-ish in a mosh pit.
"Hey," he whispered as he hugged me. His voice was scratchy from all the yelling and screaming he had probably been doing.
"Hey." Pathetic. I know. But what else can I say?
He handed me a picture of the band and asked me to sign the back of it where I would be. I also added my number along side it.
"Have a nice night now," I waved him away but I was unfocused now.
A familiar face pushed their way in front of the line.
"Hello, Francesca," he sneered my real name with venom. I was thankful that sKittle hadn't seen who was next.
"Cameron." My reply was emotionless. I really couldn't be bothered with this shit at the moment. I felt bipolar in a way.
"Someone's in a mood, looks like I'm going to have to teach them some manners," he raised his hand slightly but any person would know by now that I'm a mothafucking ninja.
All the true fans backed away slightly as I stood up. Sadly that caught the bands attention and sKittle started to tear up at the thought of him being her. I on the other hand was about to kick his ass!
Now before I do it, I must explain to you a bit about my past. When I was 16 and the band was getting big, I got dragged into the wrong crowd. nightMare had been dragged in with me. I has become addicted to cocaine and heroin but I found help. My local rehab took on the challenge of helping nightMare and I of helping us get better. We got our nicknames here because I the things and flings we did and had. (A/N if you want me to write a mini backstory I will!!!!) to help with the detox we had to take up a hobby so I decided to do a martial arts defence course while nightMare took up her drumming classes again.
I looked up again when I noticed Cameron's hand flinch forward. That set me off. I slid over the table and grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back. He tried to face me but I kicked him in the back of his knees so he buckled to the ground. By the time I had kicked him a few extra times the venues security had come to see what the ruckus was. (A/N again!! I'm sorry but 'ruckus'.... Hehe funny word!!! Any way back to the story!)
They looked at me then to Cameron... Then back to me in shock. I just stood up and dusted my self off like a boss.
"Be gentle with him boys. He's just as stupid as he looks." I earned a few giggles from the crowd as a casually walked back to me seat and carried on the signing as normal.
The boy from earlier drifted into mind as the M&G came to a close. I wonder if he would text or call me. I didn't worry to much about it though as we started to make our way to the tour bus. This is gonna be a long, drunken night!!
