Liz Whats Wrong With You?

Fire Ball

"Katie don't cry I know. Your trying your hardest and the hardest part is letting go of the nights we spent. Humm hum hum hum hum hummm." I softly sang as I stepped out into the humid night air. I have to admit I was slightly tipsy but those guys weren't any fun to drink with. They couldn't shoot whiskey like me. I tucked my hands in my pockets and began walking down the street.

"Hey baby. Why don't you let us show you a good time."

I swung around to see a group of five fairly tall guys, due to the fact I'm short, coming towards me. The "leader" in front. His hair was a dirty blonde with curls that hung in his face at adams apple length. His eyes were a dark, shadowy brown and his face was filthy with sweat and dirt.

"Umm excuse me?" I sassed back.

"You heard me. Now start walking." He said in an overpowering voice. I didn't cower. I wouldn't.

"You're cute. Ha! Well sorry hunny but I'm not your type. Bye. Have a nice night." I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking a good five steps ahead before I was roughly grabbed by my left arm and swung around to face him.

Before I could stop myself I ripped my hand from my right pocket, bringing it across his face in a forceful flick of my wrist.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me. Ever." I hissed at him, squinting my eyes.

He grabbed my throat, staring down my body with an sexual glare that burnt into my soul. I began shaking slightly. I wrapped my small hands around his larger wrist, pulling slightly. He tightened his grip and I whimpered in pain.

"I said start walking. Now." He barked. I stood hard like stone. There had to be someone around to help. Anybody.

"Man leave her alone. She ain't nothing but a hoe." A dark skinned boy sheepishly slid in.

"No. I want her." He turned to talk. When he returned his gaze to me I spit in his face. He drew his hand back but someone grabbed it, twisting it behind him. He let his death grip go limp and I stumbled back.

"Didn't she say no?" Alex hissed at him.

"Ye-yes." The boy who once stood tall like a man now cowered like a teenager. His eyes flicked to me before Alex let go and he stumbled away. They then ran down the street in a pursuit to get away, disappearing at a corner. I rubbed my neck wincing at the pain. I turned to Alex.

"Thank you. He really had a tight grip." My voice sprawled out into the night in a raspy struggle.

"No problem. Want me to walk you back to your bus?" He asked.

"Ummm sure why not. So we leave in the morning?" I began walking slowly, still rubbing my neck. I'd have to explain that tomorrow.

"Yea. There's still like twenty more stops if not more though. I love touring. I love music for that matter." He looked down at me, flashing that glowing smile that made me melt. I blushed and looked at my feet.

"Music completes me. It's like everything is okay. Nobody can make me mad while I'm singing or playing my guitar or a beautiful piano. Every note strikes something in me. I feel so alive." I looked up at the sky and sighed. It was full of stars. I just stared at them. They were each alike but different. Unique. Unbreakable.

"I know the feeling." He sounded funny. Sweet. Not normal for him.

"It's so nice outside tonight." I smirked a little, curling a stray strand of my hair around my index finger.

"Can I ask you something?" He looked down at me and I met his eyes. My stomach did an unnatural thing. It tied in knots. Love knots? But I still loved Jake. I thought at least.

"Sure. Anything. I'm here for anyone." I looked back slightly smiling as he looked down, blushing.

"Have you ever fell in love with someone you know would never like you?" He sounded nervous. My stomach tightened.

"Yes. Why?" I questioned. We turned the corner into the rows of tour buses and the dark shadows that danced in between them creating a temporary shelter for the shy, unkind, unwilling. We stopped behind his bus and in front of Mayday Parades. They weren't back yet. I stood facing him, making eye contact.

"Because I love you Liz. Everything about you. Your sassiness. Your beautiful smile, long jet hair, pale blue eyes, your body. Everything." My mouth fell agape. Before I could respond he pressed against me, my back to his bus and smashed him lips into mine. His hand trailed down my side to my hip. Then he let go. I was amazed at the passion he let off. So much more than Jake had given. So, so romantic. I ran my fingertips over my bottom lip.

"I... Wow." I stood up and pushed him aside. He grabbed my hand pulling me back.

"Lay with me. Just cuddling. Nothing more. Please?" He begged. My emotions crumbled. On one hand I loved Jake but he left me hanging. On the other Alex was so sweet, handsome. All anyone wanted.

"Okay." I let him drag me to his bus before I could protest. What was i thinking. He peered around the side to see if anyone was inside. Then he tugged me further inside. He climbed into his bunk and pulled me in on top of him then closed the curtain. I hit my head hard before I dipped down to look at him. He laughed as I cursed, rubbing my head. I laid down beside him and closed my eyes. I felt him pull closer before wrapping his arms around my waist. I laid my head on his chest, feeling his eyes follow. I swear he was smiling.

The last thing I remember was thinking of how I would explain crawling out of Alex's bunk tomorrow morning and how wrong it felt but I was comfortable. It was peaceful listening to his heart race underneath me. I slid my hand under his shirt, rubbing across his smooth skin. I heard the bus door open and the guys rambling and slurring. Cussing and yelling but they never opened the curtain. Not once. Not even an Alex you here? I slipped into sleep. He was so warm. Like a heat wave. All I thought of was what Hunter said. Fire ball, fire ball, fire ball.