My Psycho Life With Rockstars
~Part3~
I decide enough with the games. I'm Alice, I'm a girl that tries to fight her best and I will do just that. I open up my eyes to see many faces infront of mine. Watching me closely, Ryan breathing a whisper "She's not dead, she lives!" I begin to laugh at his remark. I struggle and Brandon finally lets go of me. I begin to feel a little frustrated, missing my celly a bit. I look at Ryan with a death glare, and say in a kind voice "Where is my phone?"
He replies back in an innocent tone "I have no idea princess", right than and there. I hear the ringtone of an incoming call going off in the distance. Bitches Get Stitches by Blood on the Dance Floor playing somewhere in the house, looking around the room cautiously.
To see that Luke is gone, I hear him laughing and answering with a "Hello. I'm sorry but Alice isn't here right now. Can I take a message?"
I follow where the voice is coming from. I look up to see that Luke is on the third floor, I hear him laugh and say "oh this is her boyfriend. Well I'm sorry. She's busy doing something."
I scream from the frustration, looking back at the other band mates going into hysterics. Oh they can have there laughs all they want, but I will get my phone back. I run up the stairs, almost to the third floor. When I find myself tripping on the last step.
I hear Luke's piercing laughter, I get up from my falling once more. I need something for my lack of uncoordinatiion. I watch Luke like a cat getting ready to catch a mouse.
He looks back at me with amusement stuck on his face, I will not be made fun of at a time like this. I fix my hair a bit, and go after Luke. He begins to break off in a run, I see how it is.
I run after him, at almost trip but don't. I continue to run after him as he run backwards every now and than, teasing me and showing me my phone. Seeing that my boyfriend Adam is hearing this whole ordeal.
God this so has me upset, I don't exactly love my boyfriend. But he's trying to make it big in the music business with his band. He's the lead singer and guitarist. The band is called "Blood Gone Pink", I love it in my own opinion.
Luke runs into the nearest room, how conveniant that it's my room. Grrr this day can't get any worse, I bang on the door to my room. I scream "Open the door, or I'm calling the police!!" I really won't.
Because I know for a fact that The band must be filthy stinking rich, I'm not one to act like a brat. But I know I can be at times, I hear Luke from the other side of the door. Whistling and giggling and saying "You should really take a look in her room, it's pretty interesting once you step in here"
I bang on the door even more and finally give up after 30 minutes, my back to the door. Slipping to the floor and closing my eyes softly, resting my head on my knees as I knock on my door with the back of my palm lazily. Not even caring anymore, I just want to get cleaned up and get my phone back.
