Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter thirteen: The Ugly Truth

                                                      Chapter thirteen: The Ugly Truth

~Bri~

“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch!” one of Jordan‘s crazy ex girlfriends screamed in my face while trying to slap me. She tried to attack him and Christofer while security wasn’t paying attention. And you KNOW I wasn’t having that.

“Come at me, bro! Come! At! Me!”  I screamed back. Jordan grabbed me around the waist and pulled us apart, me still trying to kick her as many times as possible. “Let go of me, Jordan!”

“Relax, Bri.” he whispered in my ear. “And stop hitting me, please--OW! That was my nose ring!”

“I’ve already fucked them both, honey!” Ohhh! Correction! Jordan AND Christofer’s ex girlfriend…or fuck buddy? Which would she be classified as?

I rolled my eyes.  “Yeahhh, that sounds like a personal problem.”

“Fuck! You!” she yelled right before they finally pushed her out of the building. I hope they ban her from all shows.

“Jesus, Bri.” Jordan turned me around and ran his finger over the cut on my lip. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I used my fingers to comb through my hair. “Sorry about your nose ring.”

“Holy shizzle, Bri.” Andy chuckled and ran up behind me, picking me up. “That was bad ass!”

I rolled my eyes. He would think so. “Gee, thanks. Now can you put me down, Andy?”

“Fine.” he laughed and dropped me. “What are you gonna be for Halloween?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not off topic at all.”

Andy smirked at me. “What are you gonna be?”

“Well,” I crossed my arms. “I was thinking I could be you. But without the make-up. That’s freaking terrifying.” I grabbed Jordan’s hand and started walking toward the door.

“Ha ha, Bri.” I imagined Andy rolling his eyes as he said that. “I’ll eat cho babies!”

“Unless you’re gonna crawl into my womb and eat the eggs, which sounds pretty freaking discussing by the way, I’m not worried.”

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I couldn’t sleep. I just stared at the top of my bunk, thinking…thinking…thinking. About Alex, about what the hell I’m gonna do when he gets here. And how I’m gonna survive him and his band….and their groupies.

“Fuck this.” I swung my legs out of the bunk and jumped down. “Chris,” I threw a pillow at him.

“Ahhhsofdlhfnmsds.” was the sound that came from his bunk. Sounds like…Busta Rhymes’ rapping…

I climbed in the his bunk and sat on top of him. “Chris.” I poked his cheek.

“Mmmm.” he yawned, still asleep. He clearly didn’t know I was on top of him.

“Christofer!” I smacked him in the face with a pillow.

His eyes flew open. “Shit, Bri. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he laughed. “Or…a boner?” he raised an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m bored.”

“Andddd, waking up poor Christofer is gonna change that, how?” he smirked at me. “Unless you want to--”

I put my hand over his mouth. “Wasn’t EVEN thinking that way, perv.”

“Neither was I.” he mumbled into my hand, rolling his eyes.