The Road (Sequel to 'The Way We Were') [Denis Stoff, Denis Shaforostov, Asking Alexandria]

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A/N: You guys are getting lazy on votes and comments lately. Don't make me start with the cliffhangers again to get a response from you.

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Vivian-

I woke up to a loud knock on the door.

"Go away." I mumbled into my pillow.

It began to vibrate and laugh.

Wait a second, pillows don't laugh.

My eyes shot open and I saw that I was tangled up in Denis's arms, using his chest as a pillow.

"A little testy in the morning?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Just tired." I sat up, moving out of his arms a bit.

"I didn't want to wake you so I didn't move." He explained, blushing.

I nodded.

"Are you gonna get the door?"

"Oh, yeah." He quickly got up, opening the door, when four women walked in.

"We are here for Vivian." They said gruffly.

"Vivian is not getting up." I groaned into a pillow.

I heard one of them sigh.

"Where can we set up?" She asked Denis.

I heard him mutter something to her and then heard him approach me, sitting on the edge of my bed and rubbing my back.

"Hey there little owl you need to get up."

"I don't want to get up." I groaned.

"Don't make me pick you up."

"Do you want to keep your hand?"

He paused for a moment, thinking about if I was serious or not.

He went with his better judgement and tried something else.

"If you get up I will bring you ice cream when we get home."

"What flavor?" I lifted my head, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Moose tracks, of course."

"You've got yourself a deal." I got up, stepping out of bed.

"Ugh finally we are already thirty minutes late." One of the women said dramatically.

"You will live." I glared at her as I sat down in the makeup chair.

Denis chuckled a bit as he watched them poke and prod at me.

"My god this is taking forever." He groaned after an hour of them doing my makeup.

"You can't rush art." One of them glared.

He held his hands up defensively, making a face, causing me to giggle.

"Sit still." The one doing my mascara snapped at me.

They pulled out a curling iron causing me to groan.

"Make this quick please."

"You are both so impatient." The woman glared, beginning on my hair.

"You are taking a lot of time." Denis muttered, causing them all to glare.

"Mr. Stoff if you could please go get dressed." One said through gritted teeth, obviously irritated by our banter.

He nodded, getting up and taking his bag of clothes into the bathroom while they finished my hair.

He and out of the bathroom and smiled.