LOVE, LUST, FAITH AND LIES (A Jared Leto Fairy Tale)

One Night To Remember (part 1)

"So ye seriously gonna leave it there?" Asked Orlaith, looking at Pat incredulously getting a bemused look in return. "Yes Orlaith, I am. I didn't come here to get fucked by a celebrity. I came for a good time, YOUR exact words if I remember rightly" Shiv said hautily. "Aye, but I said that BEFORE I knew Jared Leto wanted to fill ye fanny!" "ORLAITH!!! THAT'S DISGUSTIN, SO IT IS!!!" Orlaith burst into raucous laughter, along with Pat. "Orlaith, it'd be a one night stand. *One night of the hunter* " Orlaith looked at her blankly. "Ah for fecks sake! It's a song! And HE'S the fecker who sings the bastid! I don't want a one night stand! Can ye remember the Slipknot carry on Orls? Can ye? Because it's still fresh in me mind, let me tell ye! (Shiv had had a one night stand with the drummer, 7 years previous and had regretted it ever since) and it WOULD be a one night stand, ye KNOW it would be. It's against me religion anyhow" Shiv spat "ah religion! Bollicks! Ye not Catholic Shiv, ye mammy is! Ye suffer from second hand shame gerl" Orlaith hissed, annoyed. " Well, I came here to get the festival feeling and the music not ti be bullied by yous forcing me ti fuck someone just because he's famous! O.K I admit he's sexy wit his pomegranate Mohawk and pretty face and eyes

and he loves art and music but that makes it worse. I don't wanna fall fi him and that's final. I'm not even going ti the show now. Yous have ruined it fir us, so ye have. Ye bastids yis. I'll be in here til ye come back. I'll probably be asleep. Just wake me up fir Deftones." Shiv sulked and raged into her sleeping area, zipping it up all the way. "Ye sure now, ye sure ye don't want Jared scoping ye nips again?" Teased Orlaith, grinning at Pat. "Ah kiss me arse!" came from Shiv's area. "Ah, sure ye don't want Jared to kiss ye fanny, now?" A muffled scream from Shiv, as if into a pillow. "Bye then" "feck off" Orlaith laughed and she and Pat made their way down to see H.I.M. Padraig looked at Orla "Will she stay in there til Deftones?" "Ahhh no. She'll come. I know that gerl like the back of me hand. Not only will she come ti the show, she'll cum in other ways too. Ye just watch her" Orlaith laughed loudly and grabbed Padraig's hand as he chuckled too "you're evil, Orlaith Cairnes" "I prefer devilish" she cackled.

After a quick trip to the merch stand, Shiv sat on her bunk with her mirror in one hand and make up spread out next to her. After taming her tight, jet curls into a messy bun she scrubbed the day's filth away with a simple wipe and waited for it to dry. She picked up her m.a.c eyeliner and started to apply it to her bottom lashline. "What are ye doing Shiv? This won't end well, ye know that" she thought out loud, now applying her smashbox waterproof mascara "Aye but, going ti the show isn't gonna hurt is it? Ah Shiv ye know it won't stop at that! No ye don't know that. Yes ye do! Ye fancy that fecker so much he makes ye fanny tickle just looking at him. No he doesn't. Yes, he does." Now applying her nude nars lipstick and Bobbi Brown cream blush,she continued to argue with herself. Slipping on her black and silver glittery jeans, with the studs running down the sides and a chain going from front to back pocket, she buckled on her silver square belt then opened the bag and pulled what she'd bought from the merch stand out. What she held in her hands was a cropped tee with the words "The Kill" on the front and a triad on the back. She slipped it on fast before she could think about it. Checking she looked O.K in the compact mirror and nodding, Shiv put away her make up and sprayed a liberal amount of gucci guilty on her tee. Pulling on her welly boots her mind tried one last time to warn her "No good will come of this Shiv" to which she snarled "Ah, shurrup" zipped up the tent and stormed down to the showground.