Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 1

Sam smudged the paper with a Q-tip, smearing the graphite into a shadow on the paper. She then blew on the paper to rid of the extra graphite specks that had collected on a corner of the paper. Brushing her bright red bangs out of her face, she sighed and relaxed against the back of her chair and studied the drawing. It was a photo realistic drawing of Ricky Horror, his eyes filled with endearment as he looked to his left. She wondered what he was looking at; a new, shiny, black guitar, a beautiful girl, a plate of chicken wings. She laughed at the thought of Ricky looking at a plate of chicken wings during a photo shoot, wishing that he was over stuffing his face with hot, spicy chicken than being in front of a thousand cameras and lights. She yawned and rubbed her eyes until her vision was blurry and fuzzy looking. She glanced at her clock which read eleven thirty "damn it's late." She said and got up from her desk and went to take a shower.

She turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror her cat eyes were smeared and her red lipstick was half eaten off from the pizza she had earlier. Her bright red hair that cascaded down past her elbows was a complete rats nest. Sighing she took out her nose ring and earrings, God she was sick of looking at that face. She grabbed two cotton balls and poured makeup remover on them and rubbed her eyes until the cotton balls were so black it left smears on her face. She then stripped down to her matching bra and underwear and starred at herself again. She wasn't fat but she was far from a Victoria's Secret model. You could see her collar bones and some of her ribs, she even had the bone structure that allowed her to have a natural thigh gap, not that she cared to have one anyway. She pinched at her lower abdomen which held a layer of fat. She noticed it was shrinking, looks like cutting out pop and ice cream really does work she thought. Smiling she stripped the rest of the way and stepped into the shower.

Fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower and noticed the mirror had a thick layer of condensation on it. The walls also were dripping with condensation and some of the corners of the wallpaper were peeling off. "Fuck, I really need to get the fan fixed. My Land Lord will NOT be happy about this." Wrapping herself in a towel she opened the bathroom door to clear out the steam and walked into her bedroom. Her bedroom had lavender walls and were covered in band posters and some of her artwork. Her room had a dresser, desk which doubled as a vanity, night stand, book shelf, full sized bed, and walk in closet. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a black camisole, underwear, and black sweat pants. She walked back into the bathroom and by this time most of the condensation had gone down. She got dressed, brushed the snarls out of her hair, and brushed her teeth before exiting the bathroom again. She walked over to her dresser a pulled a silver nose ring out of a jewelry box and popped it in. She looked on top of the jewelry box and smiled. There on the jewelry box sat a ticket and VIP pass to Motionless In White, an early birthday present from her brother. Tomorrow was the day, the day she would finally meet them, and damn was she excited. She crawled into bed and turned off her lamp. The full moon shone through her window lighting up the room. She smiled and lowered herself deeper into the covers and quickly fell asleep with thoughts of moshing thrashing in her head.

"Another state, another show, another day as a fucking infamous "rock star" Chris thought as he climbed up the steps of their tour bus behind Ricky. "Dude that show was fucking sick!" Exclaimed Ricky as he flopped down on one of the couches. "New York always puts on a good show." Ghost said while grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Make sure its not piss before you drink it Ghost." Angelo said. "Oh shut the fuck up Angelo that happened once!" Ricky yelled as he threw a pop can at him. Chris walked past all of them and into the bathroom at the back of the bus and closed the door. He splashed water on his face, smearing what makeup he had left on his face. He could hear everyone else yelling on the other side of the door. He gripped the sides of the sink and stared into the drain. "Damn its hot in here" he thought. Chris stared into the drain for about five more minutes thinking about the show. "Its rough but in the end it's worth it."

Ultimately he decided to take a cold shower; he was hot, sweaty, and he really didn't need to stain anymore sheets with his body paint. Chris stepped into the shower and watched the water around his feet change from black to light grey. Eventually the water finally was clear and he decided that he was clean enough and stepped out. He threw on some boxers and black shorts and flopped on the couch next to Ricky. Ricky nudged him "you didn't say how the show went for you." "Fine." He chuckled, "at least we didn't have to call out anyone at this show. I was in the mood to kick some ass today." He laughed again. "That's always entertaining." Ghost said before he took a sip of water. "Balz, the hell are you doing?" He looked over and saw Balz hanging upside down from one of the bunks with his shirt off eating out of a bag of Cheetos. "Munchies." Balz said. "I just played a fucking set, I'm fucking hungry shut up!" "But why the hell are you upside down?" Chris asked. "I...I- that's a really good question." Balz said before unwrapping his legs from the bunk and sat down on the floor by Ryan. It was silent for a couple minutes before Angelo broke the silence. "So, who's driving?" "Do we have to drive tonight?" Ricky asked. "I'm fucking tired as hell." Ricky rubbed his eyes and yawned for effect. "Where are we even playing next?" Balz asked. "Well clearly he's not gonna be driving." Ghost said. "We'll end up in fucking Mexico." "And he'll probably end up running over another ladder, and we'll end up with another jacked up trailer." Ryan said. "Once, it happened once ok?" Balz said. Everyone broke out laughing. "So seriously where are we playing next?" Ricky asked. "Michigan." Chris said. "Grand Rapids so you better get driving Balz." "Ugh fine." He griped as he got up and started to push coordinates into the GPS. Chris yawned and got up and climbed into his bunk. He glanced out the window seeing that it was a full moon and pulled the curtain on his bunk shut. He curled up and shut his eyes thinking about what tomorrows show might bring.