Kidnapped By A Superstar

Kidnapped By A Superstar Ch. 2

Chapter 2

 When I came back to consciousness, It felt like I was in a huge bed. Bright rays of sunshine strained against my tightly closed eye lids. I slowly opened them to find a pair of dark blue eyes, right in my face, staring at me. I screamed.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” I shut my eyes from seeing the terrible monster and grabbed a pillow from underneath my head. I then, smashed whoever was trying to kill me. But the person just kept coming closer. So, I swung my left fist and punched the rapist's chest. Hard.

“Shit, Ty! What the hell was that for??” I slowly opened my right eye and saw Dee grimacing while tenderly rubbing his chest. My bad.

“Oops?” I jumped off the bed and walked over to where he was. Matter of fact, where am I? I looked around the big room and then looked on a nightstand that was next to the bed. On it, there was a brochure of a fancy hotel. I assumed that I was in one the rooms at the hotel in New York- What the fuck?! Why the hell am I in New York?! The last time I checked, I lived in a small city in Michigan!! Who the fu-

“I bet your wonderin' why we're in New York, right?” I turned to him and saw that he was in the hotel's robe.

“Damn straight I am! Who kidnapped us?!”

“Calm down, Ty.” He sighed, obviously tired. “I'll explain everything I can. Take a seat.” He waved his arm and pointed for me to sit down on the bed. I nodded when I sat. He pulled out a chair from underneath a desk and pulled it in front of me and sat down, crossing his legs.

“Okay, so it started yesterday at the concert...” Dee paused to pull out a big ass cigar from his robe pocket.

“What the hell?! You don't smoke!” I shouted. I guess I was kinda tensed. Dee gave me a pointed look that basically said 'Shut the hell up and let me talk.' I took a deep breath and nodded, smiling sheepishly.

“Like I was saying-”

“Go on.” I urged, interrupting him. He gave me the look again and placed the huge cigar on his lips.

“So like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” he paused to look at me. “After the kissing the biggest singing sensation incident, he-”

“Oh. My. God!! I remember now! I freaking KISSED BLAZE MCADAMS!!!!!” I jumped up on the bed and began jumping up and down, punching the air. “SCORE!!!” I heard the door open but that didn't stop my mood.

“I KISSED BL-” I jumped once more and awkwardly landed on the bed with my top half off the side of the bed and my butt sticking up in the air. Ouch.

“Nice ass.” A deep husky voice commented near the door. I looked up slowly analyzing the person's figure that was leaning against the door's frame, smirking. I first saw a pair of green all star converses, then I trailed up this body to see that this guy was wearing faded black skinny jeans, a white and black Rock&Republic leather belt, a black T shirt with the words 'If my music is too loud... your too OLD!' that defined his well sculptured chest and abs, a stainless steel 1ct. Diamond dog tag, a neon green beanie and to top it off, a black pair of Aviator shades over his warm hazel eyes. I guess I was staring to much because his smirk got wider.

“Love what you see?” His low voice said. Am I going crazy?! Blaze McAdams is talking to ME!!! Breathe Tylie! I scolded myself. You can't pass out again when he's right in front of you!! I quickly yet – at least tried- gracefully sat up in a sitting position. My cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

I heard a cough behind me. I looked, to see the enormous cigar between his fingers and smoke coming from it. I put two and two together. I stood walked over to where he was and snatched his lit cigar turned out the smoke and then patted his back extra hard. I mean, its not like his was going to get a treat from smoking. I heard a soft laugh. I looked up and saw Blaze chuckling, I unconsciously blushed. Stop blushing Tylie! I stopped hitting Dee to see if he was alright.

“You okay?”

“No! I didn't need you hitting me like a man!” I glared at him for saying that in front of Blaze. Blaze just stood silently watching, amused.

“Well, I least I don't shield myself like a girl!” Okay well that was a lame comeback since I'm a girl and all, but I had to say something.

“Oooooo. Ouch. That hurt soooooo much. You know I take that as a compliment right?” Dee smirked.

It wasn't time to get into a little fight and I wasn't thinking that because I was being burned in front of my all-time favorite singer. No. I wanted to know why- and how- the hell I got here. I turned to Blaze who was now sitting on the bed staring at me. I felt a little awkward under his intense gaze so, I looked down at my shoes. I heard a sigh. I looked up.

“What's your name, fan girl?”

“Tylie Marie Cambell.” I told him, nervous. He smirked again.

“That's a weird name.” He stated, patting the bed aside of him. But before I could even get to the bed, Dee skipped over and sat right next to him. Great. Blaze looked uncomfortable because Dee was still wearing nothing but a robe.

“Seriously Dee, where's your clothes??” I asked, sitting on the other side of him. He shrugged.

“I took a shower and I don't have extra clothes so I just left this on. And plus I look cool in this robe with that cigar right?!”

“No.” I sighed. “First of all, why the hell are we in New York, Blaze?” He looked shocked that I wasn't shrieking his name anymore. I mentally shrugged, its not like I wasn't ever going to scream his name again or hyperventilate whenever I think about him. Its business time now. He soon got over it and nodded.

“Well, after you sexually assaulted me,” He smirked, then put his hand up when I was going to interrupt. He kissed me back! I pouted. “Sam got pissed because you gave my fans the idea-”

“Wait, who's Sam?” I wondered. Both Dee and Blaze turned to me to give me another glare.

“Sorry.” I said, sheepishly.

“Mhmm.” Responded Dee, unconvinced.

“Sam's my manager. Anyway, my manager got pissed because you gave my fans the idea that they can crowd surf their way to the stage and kiss me, blowing off the rest of the concert. We we're being chased so, I just grabbed you ran out of the amphitheater and onto my private jet with Sam and Dee. And since I wanted to come back home to New York, I came.”

“That still doesn't fucking explain why you all of a sudden decided to bring us along.” I retorted. Blaze's face twisted with irritation.

“You should watch your mouth.”

“Why the hell sho-”

“Sorry, blaze! If you haven’t noticed, Ty has anger issues and swears in almost every sentence she says. One time I tried to help her by giving her a rubber band to put on her wrist and pluck herself with it but then she got mad and started plucking me-”

“Ask your friend.” Blaze interrupted, I turned to give Dee a questioningly look.

“Declan, what did you do?” Blaze smirked and Dee blushed, a light shade of pink. My suspicions grew.

“Why do you think I d-did s-something?” Dee stuttered at the end. I sighed, he always stutter when he lies.

“Just spill it.” I told him. Blaze glared at Dee.

“Okay, Okay. You can stop glaring at me Blaze, It was funny. You have at least admit that.” he continued. “When he asked me where we lived so he could drop us off, I kinda grabbed his leg and begged for him to just take us where he was going; Like to his house or something. He got all mad and tried to shake me off his leg but I held on tighter. And then pulled down his pants, took a picture with my cell and threatened him that I would send all my friends a 'pantsed' picture of Blaze, if he doesn't take us along.”

“You w-what?!?” I sputtered. Dee nodded, smiling.

“And guess what the best part is??” I scowled at Dee. Why did I have to be friends with someone so devious??

“What?”

“We won't be home for SIX MONTHS!!” My eyes went wide. What the hell?!

“Why the hell won't we be home for six months?!” This time Blaze answered.

“'Cuz I’m going on tour.”