I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

Pillow Fights

When we got back from the pool, I was dripping wet and pissed the fuck off. Ben had tried to close the elevator before I could get inside, and then tried to close and lock the door to the room, before I could make it in without a key.

I pushed my way to me and Andy's bed, which was the furthest to the door, and yanked out an outfit. I pulled out a pair of shorts and a Pierce the Veil tank top. Ben glared at me as I passed him to the bathroom to change.

"Movie night!" I heard Danny sing loudly, as I closed to door.

"Danny Worsnop wants to stay in, and watch a movie?" I called through the door as I stripped out of my soaking bathing suit.

"Yes!" Danny banged his fist on the other side of the door. I jumped and laughed, almost falling over while trying to put on my shorts.

I pulled on my bra and shirt quickly, and stepped out into the room.

"Don't you ever actually dress like a girl?" Ben scoffed at me. I shot him a nasty snarl, and crossed my arms.

"We don't have movies," Andy laughed, ignoring Bens comment.

"We have cable," Danny sang again and waved his arms around, trying not to spill his alcohol.

"Perfect," Ben leaped onto his bed and lounged against the pillow.

"We're not going to a club or something?" I cocked my head.

"Over my dead body," Andy laughed and looked me up and down.

"Okay, you give me cigarettes and take me on tour but I can't go to a club?" I chuckled at Andy.

"Exactly," Andy pouted, and copied Ben, on our bed though.

I leaned against the wall of the hotel room and sighed. I sent a scowl in Bens direction. He caught eye contact with me and sent a look back. He ran a hand through his hair and bit his spider bite.

"No one wants to see you in a club," Ben shook his head at me.

"Suck a fat cock," I snapped.

"I would but Danny's not feeling well," Ben laughed and nodded flirtatiously to Danny.

"Your friendship is beautiful," Andy looked back and forth between us, and laughed with sarcasm.

"I'm obviously the beautiful part," Ben snickered.

"You're a self centered prick," I breathed angrily.

"And you're a fucking wanker," Ben snorted.

I crossed the room and sat on my bed, with my arms crossed. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and looked to Andy pleadingly. If only there was an actual way to get away from Ben. Sadly; I was stuck with him for the next few months; touring around the fucking world.

"Could you do me a favor?" Andy whined to me, leaning over the bed towards me.

"What is it?" I groaned.

"Toss me off," Danny piped up, cracking up.

"That's my sister," Andy pointed an accusing finger at him, and Danny simply chortled.

"Cheatin' on me!" Ben threw the Danny's pillow at his face.

"Would you go down to our bus, and grab our cooler from the back lounge?" Andy ignored the two English buffoons.

"Depends on how heavy it is," I rolled my eyes. "And why can't you do it yourself?"

"Reporter's are down there, dying for dirt on me. And it's pretty heavy, to be honest," Andy groaned.