(A/N:You know it's bad when you have read every Jahvie fanfic on Wattpad and almost every Kellic and Phan as well. It's 2:51 am on August 11th,2013 and today is my thirteenth birthday. Woot woot!)
Jeffree's POV:
I need to get ready for my date with Jordan. I have to look perfect. I call Jayy, Lila, and Dahvie into my room. "Help me get ready!" I beg.
Jayy chuckles and picks out my clothes. White paint splattered skinny jeans that I didn't know I had, a pink off the shoulder shirt, and pink wedges.
Dahvie does my makeup, but he won't let me see it. I sense pink lipstick and thick black eyeliner. I sneak a look in the mirror. I'm pretty damn good at this. I was right. I fist pump.
Lila looks at me weird and does my hair. She didn't do much... She sprayed it and put a flower in it.
"I don't think the masculine hair works with the outfit and the flower, honey." I say. She hisses and redoes it. I look in the mirror. She even sprayed my hair different colors! "This looks awesome!!! Thanks guys!" I say.
"We need to go. We have a soundcheck." they say. I nod and go pick up Jordan from Pierce The Veil's bus, where he's been staying. He is dressed in black skinny jeans, an anthem made tank, and red TOMS.
"Kellin got to you?" I smirk. He nods.
We walk to the park for our picnic by the lake.
"Jordan, you get your fucking ass back here you fucking faggot! We're gonna kill you for escaping!!!" A guy and a chick scream. They push me away and grab Jordan. The guy starts beating me, muttering "Faggot. You deserve what you get." He starts kicking me in the ribs. I heard a few crack. He shoots me in the stomach twice.
"No!!!! Please. Jeffree don't let them take me please!!! They will kill me!" Jordan whimpers. I notice burn marks and bruises under his makeup. I kick his dad in the nuts and scramble up. I throw my heels at them. Got them in the stomach. They are OUT! I snap a pic of his parents, grab his hand and run to the buses.
"Emergency meeting! Gather all security personnel and band members! Meet me at the stage!" I scream.
Everyone drops what they're doing and scrambles to the stage. I hook my phone up to the big screen and bring up the picture. I switch on a megaphone.
"I bet you are wondering why I called this meeting. Well. These people are Jordan's parents. They are out to kill him. They are not to be anywhere near Warped. Security, if you see them, arrest them. THEY ARE ARMED. And I REALLY need to go to the hospital. K thx bye."
Everything goes black.
Vic's POV:
"Emergency meeting! Gather all security personnel and band members! Meet me at the stage!" Jeffree screams. I wonder what's up.
Everyone drops what they're doing and scrambles to the stage. Jeffree limps onstage, looking like he's in pure agony. He hooks his phone up to the big screen and brings up a picture. He switches on a megaphone.
"I bet you are wondering why I called this meeting. Well. These people are Jordan's parents. They are out to kill him. They are not to be anywhere near Warped. Security, if you see them, arrest them. THEY ARE ARMED. And I REALLY need to go to the hospital. K thx bye." He says and passes out.
Shit!!! Lila, Jayy, Dahvie, and Andy are the first to get on stage. Alan calls an ambulance. The EMS people rush him off to the hospital. Jordan rides with him. I spot Jordan's parents sneaking in. "Security!!! Code Red! Targets sneaking in!!!" Kellin and I scream.
A bunch of band members plus Kellin and I rush over and grab them. Lila is one of the others. She punches them in the face. "Don't you dare hurt my Jeffree!" she hisses. "Damn girl! You pack a punch!" Jaime says. She smiles. Security rushes over and arrests them.
Everyone else gets in their buses and drives to the hospital. I get in Jeff's room first. Jordan looks at me. "We have to go get my baby sister Marlee and my little brother Sam. I'm their legal guardian." he says. I volunteer to get them.
He tells me his address. I break in and see a baby in a crib. I grab her and hand her to Kellin, who decided to accompany me. I grab all her stuff. "Sam!" I call. "Who are you?" he says. "Jordan's friends. Get your things. You're coming with us."Kellin says. He cheers and gets his things. I load them into the car.
Kellin hands Marlee to Jordan. I take Sam and get him settled in our bus. I set up Marlee's things near Jordan's bunk. Marlee is a week old. Sam is four.
Jeffree has 4 broken ribs, a broken ankle, two gunshots to the stomach, an extremely bruised face, and a concussion. He is awake and knows about Sam and Marlee. He loves them. So do I.
