Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter eleven: Can You Stand It?

                                                              Chapter eleven: Can You Stand It?



~Bri~

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” I heard someone chuckle…Jack, maybe?

“Looks like she finally gave in.” that was defiantly Alex.

Why are they on our bus so early? Why are they on here at all? This must be a dream if they‘re up early. I wiggled my toes. Then my fingers. Wait…what the hell am I touching? Hair? And what the hell is this next to me? It’s warm…

Without opening my eyes, I reached out and ran my hand down what was in front of me. Warm. Smooth…skin? Oh god. Is this another Andy Sixx dream? Ohhh, crap. I can’t control my hand, it’s going back up. What ever I’m touching moaned and pulled me closer. Yup. Defiantly another Andy dream.

“Oh shit. Jack! Get the pop-corn! This is getting good!” Alex chuckled. Why are they in my dream? I don’t like that. First they invade my bus, now my dreams? GAH. Can’t get away from these people. Can I have no fantasy to myself?!

I decided to just ignore them. They’d go away. This IS my dream after all. I ran my hand down the warm surface again. But this time, I didn’t stop. I keep going until I got to a belt buckle, then something grabbed my wrist.

“Ow.” I whispers under my breath.

“Sorry.” whoever it was mumbled. They pushed my bangs back and kissed my forehead. “But you would’ve regretted that later.” they whispered so close to my ear, that I felt it when they smiled.

I sighed and finally opened my eyes. “Oh shi--!” I screamed as I fell off the couch and face planted on the floor. “Christofer, you perv!”

He laughed. “If I recall correctly, you had your hand in my shirt.”

“Boo, you whores!” Jack yelled, throwing pop-corn at us. “Totally wrecked our show!”

“Out.” I hissed at Jack and Alex.

“But--”

“Now! Both of you.” I pointed to the door.

They sighed in defeat. “Fine! But we’ll be back.” they closed the door behind them.

I turned back to Q-tip. “Why the hell were we sleeping together?” I mentally barfed at how that sounded.

“You fell asleep in my arms. And,” he smiled, biting his lip like always. “You looked too peaceful to move.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re stupid.”

He frowned at me. “What?”

“You heard me.” I put my hands on my hips. “You’re. Stupid.”

He stood up. “No, I care about you.”

“Bullshiiiit.” I gave a bitter laugh.

His jaw tightened and he pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh lord. Here comes snappy Chris. “You’re so ridiculously blind to everything, Bri. If you stopped and paid attention sometimes, you’d that I--” he stopped, and began mumbling something under his breath.

“That you what, Christofer? Huh? Huh? Huh?” I snapped, egging him on. Yes, I’m being a bitch. What of it?!

“That I fucking care about you, Bri.” he took two steps closer to me. “Don’t you see that?”

I started laughing. “You care about me because you need my voice. After all, that IS the reason why I’m on this damn tour, in this damn bus, in this fucking small ass city, in this stupid state that now one gives a fuck about!” I hit his chest. “And you! Ohhhh, you! You and your stupid love songs, about your stupid girls that you’ve probably only slept with and didn’t actually have a relationships with!”

“Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me!” I hit him again. “As many fan fictions as Julz has made me read about you! And in all of them, you’re fucking SOMEBODY!” I slapped his arm. “It seems like you can’t keep it in your goddamn pants!”

“Bri--”

“Nu-huh! I‘m not done.” I smacked his arm again. “You think you can treat me like one of your little groupies and that I’ll be all fine with it? No! Fuck that! I’m NOT Julz! I‘m not gonna kiss your ass just because you‘re Christofer Drew! You‘re just a person! A human! Flesh a freaking bones! And ohh! Guess how many fucks I give about you!” I smack his other arm. “NONE!” I went to hit him again, but this time he caught my wrist.

He stared at me for a few seconds. “Stop.” he put his hands on either sides on my face and put his forehead to mine. “Please. Just stop.” he sighed. “Can’t you see that it kills me when you do that?” He dropped his hands from my face, and turned his back to me.

My eyes widened when I realized that there was legit pain in his voice. “Oh my god.”  I gasped, putting my hands over my mouth. “Oh, Chris.” I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled into his back. “I didn’t--”

“Hey, Chris. Sound check…” Paul gawked at us. “Am I uhm…interrupting?”

“Not at all.” Q-tip shook me off. He pulled off a his shirt and put on a fresh on before grabbing his guitar and walking toward the door. He looked back at me. “Make sure you hear my set tonight.” with that, he closed the door behind him.

I fell backwards onto the couch, thinking about all the awful shit I just said to Q-tip. And I hate to admit it but, Andy was probably right after all.

I’m a terrible person.